CHAPTER 73

HANNAH'S POV

As Harry and I walked back to the house I felt secure. He was the first person I had really opened to ever since my parents death, and it felt good. It was as if he cured some of the pain I held on my shoulders.

When we were nearing the house, Harry put his arm out in front of me; causing me to stop walking. I looked up at his piercing green eyes, and tried to give him a sincere smile. Without breaking our eye contact, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a little thing of visine.

I admired the way that his hair blew in the wind; his curls flying everywhere. He took his free hand and matted his locks down, giving them some sort of form. Then he handed me the visine and I gladly took it from his large hand.

I leaned my head back slowly and dropped in the smallest amount of the visine. When I lifted my head up, Harry was staring off into the distance.

"Why do you have this?" I asked. He quickly turned his head towards me; obviously startled.

"When your girlfriend is in a coma, and then wakes up and doesn't know who you are, it tends to make you cry. I don't need everyone knowing that I'm weak enough to cry, so that's why I have the drops." He took the bottle back from me, and put it in his back pocket. He quickly flipped his hair, and then continued to look out over the ocean.

"Crying doesn't make you weak. It just shows that you have feelings." I said in a voice as innocent as a lamb.

"You have a heart of gold Hannah." He turned his head back towards mine and made eye contact with me for a few seconds before continuing off towards the house.

As his weight creaked on the old wooden steps into the house, I heard Niall. His laugh, in a sea of sadness.

"How was your walk?" Niall asked as I stepped into the beautiful beach house.

"It was good. Harry is a really great guy." I sat down on the couch next to Niall and leaned my head against his chest. He quickly wrapped his arm around my waist, and made feel protected.

"Yeah he is." Niall said loudly enough for everyone to hear. We were all sitting around in the living room just staring at each others faces waiting for something exciting to happen.

"Do you guys want to play truth or dare?" Zayn suggested. We all turned our heads and stared back at the boy who looked like he had just spent hours looking in a mirror. Sadly enough, he probably did.

"Sure, sounds like fun. Let's go outside." Harry said. I watched the curly haired boy as he picked up Angie and carried her out the back door. They both were smiling ear to ear, and I could tell that they were going to last.

We all sat in a perfect circle outside the house on the cold hard ground. Niall sat with his arm draped on my shoulder, and his legs crossed. We were all wearing comfortable clothes, like trackies and jumpers, so nobody felt out of place.

"Zayn, truth or dare?" Harry was the first to ask. I turned my head to look at the Bradford boy who looked like he was deciding which would be less painful.

"Dare." Zayn ran his fingers through his perfectly done black quiff, and waited for his punishment.

"I dare you to tweet a picture of yourself with no make-up or hair gel. Just natural Zayn in the morning." Harry began laughing as he finished talking. He then sent Zayn a cheeky grin, and I could tell the bad boy was very hesitant to accept the challenge.

"Alright fine." He gave in. "Niall, truth or dare?" The olive skinned boy asked my boyfriend.

Niall sent me a quick glance as if he were asking for my advice, but I simply shrugged my shoulders in response.

"Truth." He said in his smallest voice. I personally don't understand why we're playing this game. It doesn't seem like anyone is having any fun at all. It just seems awkward...

"Niall I would like you to tell us all your most embarrassing story ever from middle school. And, it has to be one that you haven't told any of us guys yet. It's got to be new material." Zayn smirked.

I stole a glance at Niall who now had a face as red as a fire truck. It seemed as if he had a story in his mind, but didn't want to share it.

(A/N- This probably never happened to Niall, just play along!)

"Alright well when I was in year 8, I had a major crush on this popular girl. And as all you lads know, I wasn't very popular at all. Practically the entire school knew that I liked her, herself included. Then one day, I started getting love letters in my locker that were signed with her name. They said not to ever mention them to anyone, and of course, I didn't. I was told to write my responses and slip them into a locker that was supposedly hers. A few weeks went by before there was an all school assembly. Her best friend who was class president stood up in front of the entire school and read all of my responses. She made sure it was clear that all the letters I got were fake. So there I sat, an average innocent kid in the bleachers, being totally embarrassed in front of hundreds of kids and teachers that I would have to see everyday. It was probably the worst day of my life. Oh and did I mention that the girl I liked was in on it to? Well she was. And nobody would ever let me forget about it..." His voice trailed off and everyone stared wide eyed at the Irish lad.

"Niall that's awful." Lottie broke the silence with her kind words.

"No kidding." Niall huffed. "Anyways, Louis, truth or dare?"

"Dare." Louis said without thinking for even a second.

"I dare you to take a bath full of mustard and not shower it off for a full 24 hours." Niall laughed at his own words.

Everyone bust out laughing at the sight of Louis's face. "You'll pay for this Horan. You'll regret ever picking me!" Louis said with a straight face. As soon as everyone's stopped laughing, Louis turned and faced his little sister.

"Lottie, truth or dare?"

"Dare." She said just as quickly as her older brother did. Those Tomlinson's are fearless!

"I dare you to take a picture of you licking Harry's face and then upload it on twitter. Make the description 'Harry is delicious. You'll have to fight me for him Louis and Angie!' Okay?" Louis laughed.

I looked at Harry and Angie who shared a weird look with each other before laughing. Lottie looked super embarrassed, but it didn't look like she would refuse.

"Alright." She laughed. "But I need to know Angie's twitter name. And while I'm at it, Hannah what's yours?" Lottie smiled at me as she asked.

"I just changed mine this morning to 'AngieLovesMemories' you know because of the coma thing..." She trailed off.

"I just changed mine too! Mine is 'HannahBanana' because it rhymes!" I laughed.

"Alright, I'll take the picture later. Be ready Harry." She teased. "Ok Hannah, truth or dare?" Lottie asked with a huge smile on her face. I was scared of anyone related to Louis....

"Truth." I said because I was scared to even think about a dare that she could come up with.

"How many times have you done it?" The words escaped her mouth in one fluid motion. There was almost no pause in between the words.

I instantly felt Niall's had tense up on the grip of my side as I opened my mouth to speak. I felt so awkward because to be honest I haven't. And I know that Niall has plenty of times, which makes me feel even more stupid.

"I haven't." I said in a soft voice.

Niall's hand relaxed as if that were the answer that he wanted to hear. Though the look on everyone's faces made me feel really out of place.

"Angie, truth or dare?" I asked quickly.

"Dare." She said as she snuggled up closely next to Harry.

"I dare you to sleep outside tonight." I laughed. I admit that I did feel a little awkward and guilty because I didn't know Angie all that well, but who cares? I obviously would get to know her through this month.

"Alright, I'll just have to wear tons of layers." She laughed.

"Liam, truth or dare?" She asked the innocent boy.

"Truth." He smiled at her.

"What is the worst thing that you've ever done to a girl?" She asked.

(A/N- We all know that Liam would never do anything bad to a girl, so obviously this isn't true...)

Well a few years ago I was dating this girl who at first was pretty cool, then she turned like super clingy. She would call me every hour, and always want to know where I was. I didn't really know how to breakup with her, so I decided I would get her to breakup with me. I kissed her best friend right in front of her one day at school. That totally ended things with her. But to this day I still feel really bad even though she was a freak." Liam laughed.

"So I guess Harry is the only one left..." Liam trailed off. "Harry, truth or dare?" He asked.

"Dare." Harry said after contemplating for a few minutes.

"I dare you to call your mum right now and tell her that your gay, and in a relationship with Louis. Oh, and put it on speaker." Liam laughed.

Harry quickly pulled out his phone and hit a few buttons. A few seconds later we heard a voice that I assumed was his mum.

"Harry honey, how are you?" She asked.

"Wonderful mum! I have some great news!" Harry chirped.

"Is it about Angie? How is she doing?" His mums voice filled with concern.

"She's great, but we're not together anymore..." Harry trailed off.

"Harry Edward Styles, what did you do this time? You better go and fix it. You and that girl are meant to be and-"

"Mum, I'm gay and Louis is my boyfriend." Harry cut her off.

Silence filled the area around us, as everyone including Harry stifled a laugh.

"I always knew this day would come." His mum said in sympathetic voice.

"Mum, I was kidding!" Harry sounded offended.

"Oops! Sorry son, but you can't blame me. You and Louis are very close." She laughed.

"Ugh, whatever Mum. Goodbye, I love you!" Harry sang into the phone.

"Love you more!" His mum said right as Harry ended the call.

If every night was as fun as this night, I could survive.