Anna's Pov

When we started playing the game, I was shit-faced, drunk. I don't even remember how I got this drunk. Probably, from all the shots they dared me to take.

"Okay, Anna! Truth or Dare?" Niall smiled deviously.

"Dare!" I shrieked.

"I like this Anna better than the uptight one," I heard Harry mutter. I held back a scoff and rolled my eyes. I've been ignoring him and his slut all night. She just loves bothering me, and look their she's already touching him.

"I dare you to make out with Justin for exzactly 5 minutes!" He clapped at his own idea as I shook my head rapidly.

"Umm, I have a boyfriend." I said nervously.

"Yeah, just give her another dare." Harry added. Why was he helping me out? He should focus on the girl who is practically grinding on him right now..

"Nuh-uh Haz a dare is a dare." Louis smirked like he had won a million bucks.

This really isn't looking to good for me. I just took a shot of the cherry-vodka in front of me, yes I had finally figured what it was. I turned to Justin and he was already smiling at me.
I cupped his face, and returned my gaze to Harry, who was watching me intently. His eyes looked dark green, like he was mad. I didn't want to meet his harsh examination on me. I brang Justin's face closer to my own before colliding our lips together. He gripped my waist, his hands skimming through body. His tongue slid across my mouth, begging for entrance. I hesitantly opened my mouth as his tongue played with mine fighting for dominance. I know I really shouldn't be doing this. Heck, I shouldn't even be here. Yet, I came here and I am doing this.

"Times up!" Louis screamed in a high-pitched voice, "Damn, Justin really enjoyed that.. Look at the size of his boner."

Uhh.. That's just awkward, oh my god. Once we pulled away he covered 'himself' with a pillow. I put my head down, I was really red, from embarassment and awkwardness. Once I pulled my head up again, I found Harry glaring at me. What did I do?

"I have to use the bathroom guys," I excused myself before getting up.

"Make sure not to fuck any one on your way there!" Polly added.
"You know what Polly you need to shut up! The only one who bangs people on their way to a bathroom is probably YOU!" I exclaimed. She was getting on my last nerves, and I'm not sure how much i can take before I actually pull her cheap extensions out... Damn this alcohol is taking it's toll on me. I quickly scurried away, hearing the boy's laughter, except Harry's, he probably really likes her, or he's mad at me for some unknown reason.

Before I could make it to the bathroom though, my wrist got pulled into a different room. What the hell? I turned around as soon the strange force realeased me. Harry.

"What do you want?" I asked confused, yet softly, he was mad and i'm pretty sure I don't want to be his punching bag.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" He shouted. What does he mean? What did I do to him?

"What do you mean?" I whispered, and he turned his face to me. His eyes were a dark green unlike his glowing emerald pair and his face was heated.

"You fucking made out with him for like 5 minutes straight! And you have a fucking boyfriend!"" He exclaimed. The guilt came rushing to me all at once. Still though, I'm angry that Harry would just throw that onto the table when he was no different. He kissed me and gave me a fucking hickey while he has a girlfriend.

"Why do you care? You've done it multiple times!" I exclaimed. His face grew even more angry and confusion was written all over his face.

"And you fucking allowed it! You slut." He scoffed.

"I'm not a fucking slut, and you'd be one to talk when you go around fucking and flirting with every girl you see when your dating that Polly chick!" I said through gritted teeth, the corners of his mouth twitched up into a smug smile as he strolled over to me.

"W-what do you want Harry?" I stuttered.

"Your a fun drunk.. Usually you'd never talk back to me." He smirked before biting my earlobe lightly.

"Harry... Stop," I tried to stop him, but it came out as a moan. He pulled my face closer to his before smashing our lips together. His hands darted to my waist, and I started to walk backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed, causing me to fall on the bed. He later climbed on top of me. Kising my neck before sucking and biting the skin. I let a moan released my lips and felt him smirk up against my exterior. He removed his harsh attack on my neck to reconnect his lips with mine. His wandering hands ghosted under my shirt as I pulled on his hair. He groaned against my lips, I then had a sudden urge to take control. I rolled us over, me straddling him. I went down to his neck and repeated the same actions he had done to me, biting, sucking and kissing the skin as he moaned my name continously. I moved my head from the crevice of neck and reattached our lips. He ripped my shirt off, and I suddenly go worried. I wasn't read for this.

"Umm, Harry I cant." I said pulling away, "I'm not ready."

"Shh, I'm not really gonna have sex with you." He responded, which hurt me a lot. More than it should have. He must've noticed because he added, "I'm gonna eat you out," before continuing his actions.

Notes

Note: Sorry guys I didn't finish, I'm not really good with smut scenes. Oh! And today was a double update! Maybe Triple?

Question:

If you could date, Justin Bieber, Harry Styles, David Beckham or Zac Efron who would it be and why?

Random:

Am I the only one whi finds it awkward when your friend tries to hook you up with your crush's best friend and the guy knows you like his friend.