Truth or Dare (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 37

Songs for the chapter are:

Collide- Howie Day

Let It Go- James Bay (this is not from Frozen)

You&I- One Direction

Home- Jason Michael Caroll (I think that's who it's by.. Idk)
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It's way too hot when I wake up. I push the covers off and roll over to check the time on my phone.

5:17

After a few minutes of tossing and turning, I accept the fact I won't be falling back asleep, so I get out of bed and head to the bathroom.

Quietly, I shower and brush my teeth. It's early and it's a Saturday, I'm sure everyone wants to sleep in.

Harry's confessions last night still weights heavily on my chest. It made my love for him increase by millions when he told me, straight-up, the exact truth. Or something close to the truth, at least. That's all I need for now. At the same time, my confessions also eat at my from the inside out. Nobody besides my mother and Josh know exactly what happened that day. He didn't go to jail, and my mother eventually found me on her own. I went straight to Louis' house that night. I told his mom we had a project to work on, and when she asked if it was time for me to go home, I asked if I could stay the night. Me and Louis were thick-as-thieves back then, and I only wish we would've carried on with that friendship through the years. He accepted the fact that I didn't want to tell him, and instead comforted me while I, embarrassingly, cried on his shoulder.

When I return to the room, Emma is sitting up on the bed. Her cry is quiet, but I still hope she doesn't wake Harry. When I pick her up, she stops, and I shuffles around to find her a diaper and clothes.

After a quick bath, I dress her in a black tights, a pink long-sleeve, and slip uggs on her feet. She whines a little when I pull her thin blonde curls in a ponytail, adding a pink bow I remember Anne buying for her.

Honestly, I miss England. Right now, I would drop everything and move back to England with Harry. It doesn't matter the consequences, the only thing we need is money.

Which we don't have..

I realize I'm still in my bathrobe when I set Emma down to play. Without making too much noise, I force my legs into a pair of skinny jeans, a gray long sleeve with a heart on the front, and match Emma by slipping on Uggs. My hair is almost dry, so I pull a grey beanie on and I'm ready to go.

Right before I walk out the door I send Harry a text.

* i'll be right back. I love you *

I hesitate to start the car, but I know this is for the best.

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When I pull into my mother's driveway I take a deep breath. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous, I know this exactly what will happen as soon as I knock on the door.

I take Emma out of her car seat and hold her hand as we walk up to the door.

Unsure if my mom is awake or not, I don't bother to knock on the door and twist the knob instead.

It doesn't open.

I bang, loudly, and wait until I hear someone on the other side fiddling with the lock.

When the door opens I can't help but gasp. Louis stands there in only pajama bottoms, his hair sticking up in all directions with a sleepy expression on his face.

"Bridgette.. What are you doing here?" He ask.

"I use to live here," I say and slide my hands under Emma's armpits, lifting her to my hip and pushing past Louis into the house.