Ashley's POV:
“Ashley come on! We’re gonna be late!”
Harry’s voice filled the house as he hurried me; they were all waiting downstairs for us to go to the airport. College is over.
“I’m coming! Once I get this shut!”
I replied sitting on top of my last suitcase trying to flatten it down but it was no use. My hair straighteners were placed on top of all my clothes underneath preventing the suitcase from shutting.
“Need some help?”
Niall appeared in the doorway smiling at my attempts to zip up my very full suitcase.
“Yes”
I nodded and he chuckled lifting me off the suitcase and inspecting the contents.
“If it won’t shut with them on top, why don’t you just not take them?”
“Are you kidding? I have to take them. You don’t want to know what will happen to my hair in the heat, okay.”
“Alright then”
He chuckled and sat on top of the suitcase pressing it down.
“Tried that”
I stated.
“Yeah, but I’m heavier than you. Trust me, zip it up now”
I rolled my eyes and bent down and zipped the suitcase up, it worked.
“See, told you so. This is gonna be great you know”
He said standing up and resting my last suitcase against the wall. He moved some hair from my eyes and pressed his lips to mine.
“You’re gonna be late?”
Ellie stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips a smirk playing across her perfectly painted lips.
“Right”
Niall laughed picking up the bags of mine that were still in my room. I shot her a look as I followed Niall out and she smiled proudly, she just loves to ruin the moment, everyone does.
“Ready?”
Harry asked.
“Yeah, we had a slight luggage issue, but it’s all good now”
I replied and Harry smiled opening the door and letting everyone out as they fist pumped in excitement.
“Good luck with your interview tomorrow I guess Ash”
“Cheers en’”
I replied hugging Ellie as we said our goodbyes, she wasn’t coming since she had rehearsals and was staying at a friends for a few days, neither was Faye, she was too busy with shoots and promoting and stuff. Much to Harry’s disappointment,
“You’ve all gotta Skype me some when, okay?”
She asked as Zayn put the last of my bags in the back of the car and slammed the boot shut.
“Will do babe”
Harry said wrapping her in a quick hug.
“Yeah, you take good care of my sister Horan”
Ellie warned as she hugged Niall and he chuckled.
“Of course”
He said throwing an arm around me and kissing my cheek. Ellie smiled and said her goodbyes to the other guys making them promise that we would Skype her some when.
We all piled into the car, I sat in-between Niall and Louis, this could be interesting.
“So”
Louis said as his lips curled into a smile as he put his arm around me.
“Since you’re now free from college and all. I think we should get you completely hammered tonight”
He announced and the other guys agreed apart from Niall and Liam who just rolled his eyes.
“Err, no”
Niall said and Louis’ face dropped.
“Why not? Party pooper….”
Louis muttered.
“She has her interview tomorrow, remember?”
“Oh yeah, well another night then. But one night we are taking you out and you won’t remember what happened in the morning and neither will I”
“Yeah, we know you won’t Lou”
Zayn laughed and Louis hit him.
“Shut up, at least I can handle my drink”
“And you’re saying I can’t?”
Zayn joked.
“Well there was that time when-“
“Yeah okay, you can shut up now”
“Yeah, that’s’ what I thought”
-
“NEY YORK HERE WE COME!”
Louis hollered as we entered the airport earning ourselves stares from everyone who didn’t recognise us.
“Louis shut up people are staring!”
I complained hitting his arm as the other’s just laughed, I can tell I’m the only here one with a bit of dignity already.
Soon enough we were bombarded by flashing cameras and paps.
“Liam! What’s the latest on you and Danielle?!”
“We saw the pictures you tweeted yesterday Niall, and the other night at that party, it’s a bit obvious now don’t you think Ashley?!”
“No more Chelsea then Niall?! Think taking Ashley with you and the boys to NYC says it all, are we right?!”
“When do they shut up?”
I whispered to Niall as we made our way towards our terminal.
“Never”
He shook his head and I sighed ignoring the shouts that continued most referring to me and Niall.
-
I slept on the plane only to wake up to writing all over my arms.
I love Hazza and Lou sooo much! I love them way more Niall and they so didn’t write this!xox
Was scrawled across my right hand and across my left hand was-
Louis has to be the hottest piece of shit I’ve ever met and he’s just such a babe omg:o!
I looked up to see Louis and Harry sat across from me smiling.
“Wow, you write on yourself in your sleep, skills”
Louis said and I narrowed my eyes at him. Niall was still asleep, he looked so cute, they hadn’t wrote on him, picking favourites I see, okay if that’s how it is.
“We will be landing in New York in approximately two minutes, could everyone please return to their seats and fasten seat belts for the landing please”
The speakers blared out. The boys were recording tomorrow anyway so they would drop me off for my interview on their way to the studios; this holiday wasn’t all fun they had to work too. I had to say, I was shitting bricks for this interview. This was big, really big.
“Babe, we’re landing”
I whispered to Niall kissing his cheek, he stirred a bit but didn’t wake up.
“Dear dear…”
Louis commented smirking at me.
“This is how you wake Niall up”
He pointed to Harry who smiled.
“NIALL FOODS READY!”
And sure enough Niall woke looking confused.
“Food? What?”
He said in a husky voice, hot.
Harry and Louis just laughed and Niall realised what had happened.
“Are we landing?”
He asked and I nodded taking his hand as the acceleration became apparent and finally I could feel the ground coming into contact with the plane and everything became still, I opened my eyes loosening my grip on Niall’s hand, I hate landing.
When we got out of the plane we were yet again greeted by the flashing of cameras, I guess nothing’s different here with fans and paps and stuff, shame. Niall took my hand as we walked down the steps from the plane, I looked him silently asking if it was wise with paps here, not set photographers like there was at that party, paps, who will twist anything and everything and these pictures will probably be online within the next minute. He smiled at me squeezing my hand as the flashing continued. The security wasn’t the best, Niall and Zayn were one side of me, Liam and Harry the other with Louis behind me, boxed in?
-
The hotel did look pretty amazing from outside and it only got better when we got inside. It was so freaking hot in NYC, we’d been here for just over an hour and it was already growing on me. However the hotel had swarms of fans outside, screaming ringed in my ears when the car door was opened by the driver. There were so many people it was ridiculous, a lot of people held signs with funny little quotes and some marriage proposals and things on them, the usual. The security here was a lot more intense and I was immediately grabbed by two security guards, I hadn’t been in this situation before and it was quite scary even though the fans were being held back kind of. I shot Niall a desperate look and he seemed as alarmed as me, maybe not quite as but still a lot.
“I can take care of her”
Niall shouted to the security guards angrily who were pushing me along.
“Afraid we can’t allow that sir”
The one to my left replied, Niall didn’t look happy at all, they got pretty pissed off with security sometimes and maybe now in situations like these I can understand why.
Niall barged in-between the two security guards and placed his hands on my shoulders gripping them tightly as we moved through the crowd. If I’m honest being in such a big crowd like this made me feel particularly claustrophobic.
“Look at how Niall’s protecting his girlfriend!”
Someone shouted from the crowd as Niall’s body pressed closer against mine, we were almost at the hotel now. A bunch of awh’s chorused half blocking the hate some girl was shouting towards me, even though I could still her words loud and clear. I pushed on as we stumbled up the steps to the hotel.
“Don’t listen, she’s jealous”
Niall whispered over my shoulder as with one final push we basically fell through the hotel doors getting a few glares from some of the…elders, in the hotel lobby. It was a grand place, a massive chandelier hung in the middle of the room towering over the sofas underneath it where a group of posh looking people were chatting; a few people were milling about and talking quietly while staring at us Louis now laughing his head off for the whole lobby to hear.
Liam checked us in and a rather snotty hotel employee showed us to our rooms. It was double rooms so of course Louis felt the need to warn me and Niall to ‘be safe’, he’s so mature. Niall chucked our bags down by the door and smiled at me.
“Now that we’re out of…that”
He said nodding towards the window where we could still hear the screaming outside.
“Kiss me; I haven’t kissed you in ages”
I giggled placing my arms around his neck as he slid his around my waist pulling me closer to him; I stood on my tip-toes as he crashed his lips on mine. We collapsed down onto the king sized bed while not breaking the kiss; my hands tangled in his hair while his rested in the small of my back.
“You’re so beautiful”
He murmured as we broke the kiss smiling at each other.
“So are you”
I replied without even thinking about it, he looked somewhat surprised but smiled planting a kiss on my forehead.
“I’m going to shower, it’s really hot here, and then we’ll continue”
I winked pulling myself up from the bed and searching through my bags for my toiletries.
“I’ll look forward to it”
He smiled taking out his phone and turning it back on as he watched me gather my stuff and shut the bathroom door behind me.
I took forever in the shower; it’s a very powerful and steamy shower okay. I applied all my make-up before dealing with my hair, I decided to let it dry naturally since the air conditioning isn’t on in here yet so it’s pretty hot.
I put on some shorts and a floaty blouse which I tucked into them since they were high-waisted and un-locked the bathroom door expecting to see Niall but he wasn’t there, in place was a note.
Gone to get food, do you know how long it’s been since I last ate?! Getting something for you too, hope you like lots of ice-cream;). Be back in a bit, I love you.
-Nialler xx
I smiled at the note placing it down onto the chest of drawers.
I took out my laptop and sat cross legged on the bed. An article came up with several pictures of me and Niall. I took a deep breath as I sifted through the pictures.
The first about ten were from the party last weekend. Two of us arriving, the one of Zayn with his arm around me was on there too captioned with ‘Two One Direction boys now? This girls got it going on!’ what the hell? The next few were of more significance and had the most views and comments, the ones of us dancing to Chasing Cars and one was a pretty good picture I must admit, of us kissing, it was zoomed in and cut us off at our shoulders showing clearly what we were doing. I read through a few of the comments.
What. A. Slut.
Awh, Nialler looks so happy<3!
I ship Nashley!
Ew. I don’t like her, I bet she doesn’t even love Niall, they don’t suit.
Bless. Niall looks so happy; the pictures of them at the cinema were so cute as well! She seems like a nice girl and her sister’s music is just amazing, good match!<3<3
What is she doing with my husband?o_o
Harry burst through the door and shut it behind him looking around the room.
“Well this is hardly fair!”
He exclaimed.
“What?”
“Yours and Niall’s room is much bigger than mine and Lou’s! Where is Nialler anyway?”
“Getting food, where else?”
Harry chuckled making his way over to me.
“What are you looking at?”
I turned my laptop around as he sat down next to me.
“Oh”
Was all he said as he read a few of the comments then took the mouse from me and sifted through the rest of the pictures.
“I hope you know that everyone who hates on you is just jealous, right?”
“You think Niall hasn’t told me that?”
Harry smiled.
“No, I know Niall’s told you that a lot but I’m just saying”
“I know”
I replied sighing as I shut the lid on my laptop deciding to go through the article and the rest of the pictures later, I didn’t dare log into twitter yet.
“Well, I only came in to ask Niall something, so I’ll be leaving now, I’m sure you and Niall will want your privacy when he gets back”
Harry winked and I rolled my eyes as he walked to the door.
“Shit”
He said and looked over at me.
“What?”
“The doors locked”
“Unlock it then?”
“You can’t from this side”
“What the fuck, Harold if you’re messing about-”
It was locked.
“Can’t we get someone on the other side to un-lock it?”
I asked and Harry shrugged.
“Hang on, Liam’s text me”
He took his phone out and read out the text.
“If you shut the doors they lock automatically, can’t get anyone to open them yet, looks like we’re stuck for a while, where are you?”
“Niall’s such a lucky shit out there”
I muttered and Harry chuckled.
“Harry this isn’t funny!”
I said hitting his arm.
“It actually is”
“It’s actually not! It’s boiling in here”
I said ruffling the hem of my top bringing it away from my already sticky skin.
“Can’t Niall open it?”
I asked and Harry shook his head.
“He’s in Liam and Zayn’s room, they’re locked in too and I guess Lou is locked in our room too”
“Fuck Harold, why did you have to shut it?”
I complained sitting down on the floor and leaning against the cool crème walls.
“I didn’t know it was gonna go and lock itself!”
He protested sitting down beside me.
I sighed.
“Guess we’re stuck here than”
A matter of minutes later the heat seemed to get ten times worse and the balcony doors were locked as well, this really takes the pis.
“That’s it I’m going naked”
Harry announced pulling off his top and then removing his jeans.
“Err, no you’re not!”
“But it’s freaking boiling in here! I don’t see how you’re still in that!”
“Boxers, that’s it”
“For now”
“Forever”
“We’ll see”
So Harry sat there in his boxers tapping away on his phone suddenly he threw it across the room and it landed on the bed, I looked at him with a quizzical look.
“I’m bored”
“Let’s play a game then”
I suggested.
“Okay, what game?”
“You know truth?”
He raised an eye-brow.
“You mean Truth and dare?”
“No, truth”
“How do you play?”
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of truth”
“Truth and dare maybe but not just truth, now come on, tell me how you play”
I thought for a moment, maybe he hadn’t heard of it because it wasn’t even a real game? After all it had only been the thing to play when we had those high school sleepovers. The questions were typical teenage girl ones, what age did you start your period, how far have you gone with your boyfriend, who do you like? Now, immature questions. Speaking of immaturity what made me think Harry’s questions were going to be any different? After all they are practically the people who put the immature in the word immaturity. I didn’t know what it was but something told me Harry’s questions for me would be different. I racked my brain for the rules coming up with only memories from when we played this in the high school years, then they were there loud and clear in my brain being spoken and pronounced perfectly by Faye, the teenage Faye a different girl to the one now, guess I’m not one to comment on being different now to the teenage years.
“Well? Don’t tell me you’re going to chicken out now”
He teased and I clicked my tongue against the inside of my cheek. Now having moved on from the fact that I was sat here with Harry who was in his boxers because we got locked in mine and Niall’s hotel room and the air conditioning was broke and we were going to play ‘truth’; strange situations I get myself into.
“No, I’m remembering the rules, wait”
He rolled his eyes fully un-aware that it was his girlfriend’s voice reading out the rules to me over and over in my head. What was strange was that it was her old voice and I wondered that if we could travel back in time right now and Niall and Harry could both see who me and Faye used to be before everything changed in Year 10 if they would still like us how they do now. It’s just a game Ashley geez; it’s not going to end that badly, right?
“We ask each other questions, any questions you like. The more embarrassing and awkward the better”
Why did I put that bit in? He doesn’t know how to play this, this is my big chance to bend the rules and yet I’m practically letting Faye speak for me. He raised an eye-brow and continued to listen.
“You have to answer with the truth and nothing but the truth”
He smirked.
“Hence the term truth”
“Shut up or we won’t play”
“Sorry”
He muttered and I rolled my eyes finding the right words to phrase the rest of the game plot.
“We ask questions in turn, no follow up questions, you get one question per turn and that’s it. The questions can be about anything. But the key rule here is that you have to tell the truth however embarrassing it may be, if you feel you really can’t answer a question you say pass and the other person wins”
I remembered how when I was first told these rules it seemed so easy to bend them, it seemed so easy to bend the truth into something that quite frankly just looked better on you, or even better, worse on somebody else. But then when you got into the game it was more intense than it was made out to be and you almost felt as if lying would have some ridiculously serious consequence, maybe it’s just who you play with it but I know that I have never quite been able to tell a lie in the game…yet.
“Bring it on”
“I will warn you I’m amazing at this game”
“Pfft we’ll see who goes first?”
“Since you’ve never experienced the wonders of this game before, you can, hit me”
He smiled thinking for a few seconds before hitting me with the first question.
“Have you banged Niall yet?”
All chances of these possibly being intelligent and mature questions have been blown.
“No”
I replied simply trying not to be fazed by the question and apparently his reaction too.
His eyes widened as he gasped taking in the information, why was this so surprising? I silenced myself stopping myself from asking why that required the reaction he gave. Suddenly I felt myself questioning my relationship, we had planned to take it slow, was this too slow? Surely it should be up to us. Gosh Ashley Harry hasn’t even spoken yet.
“Really? Why not?”
“No follow up questions”
I snapped and a smirk crept into his expression, the smirk I was too used to seeing, not just on him either. He chuckled to himself.
“Well that’s a touchy subject, hey?”
“I believe it’s my go now”
I stated bluntly and he nodded satisfied with the awkwardness he had already caused for me.
“Go on then”
He half laughed as I pondered on my question. His question had thrown my thoughts off guard and all the ‘amazing’ questions I had ready to ask him were out the window and all I could think of was to return the question he’d asked me, however I didn’t think he’d find it as awkward as I did.
“To be even, have you banged Faye?”
I asked and a mischievous smile rose on his pink lips. I didn’t know what the reason for it was, the fact that I had used his question or what his answer was, possibly it was both.
“Yes”
He replied proudly. I wasn’t sure how to re-act. Happy for them? Was I expecting this? Maybe. Faye’s always been one step ahead of me and now I guess it’s been proven that she still is. They still are, can I include Niall in this? Probably not, maybe I’m on my own in the awkwardness I feel for this subject.
“Your go”
I said avoiding commenting on the fact Harry had just given me. He picked up on this but moved on, I wondered if word would spread to the other guys that me and Niall hadn’t done it, I hoped it didn’t. This is Harry we are talking about, if he wanted he could put it on twitter right now; he wouldn’t do that though, right? So many freaking questions that aren’t even worthy of asking in ‘truth’ but still seemingly so important to me. This game has only just begun and it’s already twisting my thoughts into places they’ve never gone before and I don’t know if I like not being in control of them anymore, who knew a game of truth with Harry Styles could affect me so much when we’d barely started. I’m so over-reacting, as always.
I was secretly somewhat nervous for the next question, I don’t know why. It may seem ridiculous how seriously I’m taking all of this but I’m competitive and Harry doesn’t half know it.
“What’s your biggest in-security?”
I shifted in my space as the question transferred from his lips into my ears and finally registered in my brain. I couldn’t decide whether it was better or worse than the last one, it was a touchy subject too. At least I didn’t have to rack my brain for an answer, they were all there. Almost as if they’d been laid out in front of me written across every single mirror I took the slightest glance in. As if they’d all been there waiting for me to say them aloud bluntly and feeling no emotion with it but I knew I couldn’t do that. They always were there, right in the front of my brain constantly playing on my mind, some times more than others. I couldn’t even decide whether it was better that I was telling this to Harry and not Niall, of course Niall already knew that would make it somewhat easier. Weather as Harry didn’t, did I care if he did? I didn’t even know the answer to that. Surely now if Harry was Niall asking me this question so simply then there would be some argument involved, I guess maybe this would tell me if Niall just said what he said because of who I was to him, who we were to each other. Would it be possible for my whole appearance to be deceived completely different between two best friends? One of which happens to be my boyfriend and the other happens to be Harry, my friend, one of my best friends? I didn’t know what label I would put on me and Harry and why I was thinking about it now puzzled me even more. Sure we pissed each other off sometimes, I probably fought with Harry the most out of the whole band but when it came to being there for one another on a good day we were quite close, it was a strange relationship that showed no sign of changing soon. But what I did know was that today, was one of those good days. Despite the current situation we were in and the annoyance I felt for him more than usual it didn’t worry me as it was always like this. In a way maybe it amused me more than annoyed me and that, that was saying something.
“My body”
I said. Then the realization sunk in. Despite the ‘talks’ me and Niall had shared I had managed to get away with never saying it out loud and saying it out loud maybe made it all a bit clearer. I then knew that I wanted change; however change isn’t always easy nor accepted by everyone, mainly Niall. He won’t let me, I know he won’t. But when your boyfriend is somebody like Niall you know it’s going to be impossible to lose weight, it’s something you can’t hide. Because the one thing that is the main cause of my in-security is one of Niall’s biggest obsessions- food.
Apparently Harry didn’t approve of my answer either. He looked at me suddenly becoming serious after recovering from my touchiness of his last question, his face was confused, but I didn’t know why. It was blatantly obvious that I wasn’t as skinny as other girls, for example Faye, his girlfriend, and my best friend. That made me question whether Faye being so perfect was a contributor to my in-securities, maybe. He’s asked me two questions and I’ve already realised a lot, a lot more than I ever had in this game before.
“Why?”
He scoffed not believing that my answer was genuine when in full honesty it completely and utterly was.
“You’re not aloud follow up questions”
I muttered barely able to make out what I said myself but somehow Harry did.
“This isn’t a follow up question, this is a conversation”
His reply was quick but seemed well thought out. His thoughts were obviously clearer than mine and it still puzzled me why mine had changed to being completely just messed up since we started playing this supposedly harmless game, but I could already tell to Harry and maybe now to me this was more than just an old high school game for teenage girls. I didn’t have a label for it but I knew that it didn’t have the same label as it used to.
“Par-take in the conversation, it’s an important one”
He stated simply as he stared at me waiting for me to answer his question. Maybe I didn’t have an answer, not just one anyway. Do I have to have an answer for everything? It’s always seemed that way.
“Because it just is, can we move on now?”
“That has to be the vaguest answer I’ve heard from you since I met you, and I’ve heard a lot of answers”
He was right. I half smiled but I didn’t know why.
“That’s code for, try again”
He added but I didn’t know how to try again so I remained silent.
“Does Niall know about this?”
He persisted making it apparent that he wasn’t going to give up and I couldn’t help but feel annoyed at how involved Niall was becoming in his questions.
“Yes”
I replied.
“And surely he has told you the truth, right?”
“Which is?”
I asked. I didn’t know why I asked it, I didn’t even think I wanted Harry’s opinion on my body and what I should and what I should not be in-secure about but it was already too late; I was asking for it and he seemed all too keen to give it to me.
“That you have absolutely no reason to be in-secure about any aspects of your appearance and I’m not just saying that to make you feel better, I’m just saying what every guy who ever lays eyes upon you thinks. Trust me”
It’s somewhat sad that whenever a guy says ‘trust me’ it makes it harder for me to trust them unless it’s Niall and even there it’s not the easiest thing to do, not on subjects such as this one anyway.
“Whatever Harold. Can we please continue now, I believe it’s my turn to ask you a question”
He raised an eye-brow. He was dedicated to making me believe that I had no reason to be in-secure it was obvious but not as much as Niall, which was completely understandable considering who I am to Niall and who I am to Harry. On the other side of things, I don’t even know who I am to Harry, is that a question worthy of this particular round of truth?
“Go on then, but don’t think this is over Ashley, cus it’s not”
I rolled my eyes as my next question formed in my head. I was lacking today, in good questions.
“What did you think of me when you first met me?”
Where did that question come from? He bit his lower lip, have I struck a nerve?
“You want the honest answer?”
“This game is called truth Harry”
He looked to the ground as he wiped some sweat from his brow; it was getting seriously hot in here.
“Okay. I thought you were hot…”
I held back a smile as I waited for him to continue.
“And that you looked a lot like your sister, in all honesty you seemed like a bit of a bitch but I did think you were in a relationship. But now I know you’re not a complete bitch!”
He said messing up my hair. I smiled smoothing it back out and looked at him letting a giggle escape my lips.
“Why did you think I was a bitch?”
I asked him and he shrugged.
“I thought follow up questions weren’t aloud?”
“This is an acceptation, you judged me badly”
He decided whether to answer my question.
“I don’t know, just the way you were so dis-missive to Zayn when he flirted with you, although that was pretty funny I have to admit and at first you didn’t really talk to us, I didn’t think you were a major bitch, just a minor one”
I honestly had no idea I had the capability to come across like that. I always labelled myself as being the victim of a bitch, not the bitch. Maybe I have more of an ability to come across as somebody I’m not then I thought, is that helpful or not? I have no idea. I have no idea about a lot of things apparently.
“Your go”
I said yet again deciding not to comment on what he had just shared with me. I’m holding back a lot more than I thought I would.
“Hang on Niall’s text me”
This interested me; it was kind of amusing how I perked up at the mention of Niall’s name when used in the present tense. Harry noticed this smirking at my reaction and apparently at the text as well as he turned the screen around displaying the text.
From; Nialler!; Harry Styles if you are naked in there with my girlfriend then there will be consequences, you get me bro?
I smiled and watched Harry as he typed his reply.
Don’t worry I’m in my boxers, she wouldn’t let me go naked-__-
“I can’t believe you wonder why”
I sighed.
“Because I’m sexy”
Harry replied and I shot him a look.
“Yeah you keep on telling yourself that”
I said patting him on the shoulder while he smiled proudly. I looked over his shoulder as I read Niall’s reply.
From; Nialler!; That’s my girl.
I smiled at his reply, I love it when he says that, calls me ‘his girl’ makes me feel all warm and stuff inside, the same way I do whenever I think about him really. It’s crazy but it happens, it defiantly does.
“He really, really likes you know Ash”
“I know. I really, really like him too”
I replied laughing slightly but Harry was serious as if there was something else he wanted to say but didn’t. I brushed it off; maybe I’m just being too suspicious lately.
“Just making sure, you ready for your next question?”
He asked wiggling his eye-brows.
“Bring it on”
I replied.
“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
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A/N.
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