Dares

Niall Horan?

Bailey's POV:

I wake up with Ashton pulling me against his chest and his lips parted, I check my phone. Five more minutes to sleep. I close my eyes and snuggle back into Ashton and close my eyes. A little later the alarm goes off and Ashton groans.

"I don't wanna go to school, we should just stay home all day. We can cuddle and makeout." he pulls me against him.

"Ash we gotta go," I kiss his shoulder before sitting up.

"No no no please five more minutes," he pulls me back down.

"Tarzan we gotta go," I scoff.

"Fine," he groans, getting up. I sit up with him and practically pull him up. He stumbles for a little before stilling himself. I just laugh at him before realizing I have to go home to my house.

"I don't wanna see Luke," I groan.

"Here," he tosses me a shirt.

"Ashton! I can't just go to school in just this," I laugh as I catch it.

"Fine fine, maybe I can find some jeans that are too small," he shakes his head, giggling.

he begins to dig through the bottom of his closet, throwing things out every so often. He grumbles some incoherent things before pulling out some black skinnies with an "AH HA"

"I found some jeans from when I was fifteen!" He yells. I roll my eyes but take them. I stalk into the bathroom and pull the jeans on. They are too long so I have to roll them and tighten the waist as much as I can. In the end, they are a little looser than mine but still look like skinny jeans.

I pull the shirt Ashton gave me off and tug the Nirvana shirt on over. I tuck it in and pull it out a little bit so it hangs loosely and looks in the mirror before pulling my hair up. I pull my makeup bag out of the backpack I packed and put in contacts before applying my makeup.

"You look hot in my clothes," Ash winks as he joins me in the bathroom wrapping his arms around my waist. He has on the same thing as me and I wonder how many band shirts he has,

"Goals," He says before kissing my cheek and pulling away.

I roll my eyes and tug the bandanna off his head and wrap it around my own. He sticks his tongue out at me and I scoff at him and he pulls another one from under the bathroom counter, red, the same color as the one I stole. We stop at Starbucks on the way to school for breakfast.

We walk up to the school with our hands intertwined and the looks we get are amazing. Then I see Luke, Faith, and Calum standing against the wall and they are all looking us up and down. I roll my eyes at them and we lean against the wall on the other side of the entrance to wait for Michael.

Soon enough our green-haired friend climbs out of his car and makes his way over to us, wearing his idiot shirt and black skinnies. "Last night Calum called me in a total rage and we got in a fight." Michael scoffs.

"I'm sorry Mike, this fight is all my fault," I say, suddenly feeling bad.

"No, it's not, it was that fucking game of truth or dare, I love you, Bailey, I know this isn't your fault," He says as we start walking to the entrance, bumping his hip against mine.

"Love you too bud," I laugh. We make our way to maths class and stop at the door.

"Bye baby," Ashton says adjusting his bag and kissing me.

"Bye Ash," I say. Michael and I sit in math and I roll my eyes as the other half of our so-called "friend group" walk-in. They end up sitting on the other side of the classroom thankfully.