Intoxicated Love

Bethany has had her fair share of bad relationships in the past to the point where all she wants to do is party and have her one night stands that she doesn't even remember. But when she moves to England after she graduates, and meets Harry Styles, will that all change?

*Includes mentions of self harm, sex scenes, alcohol, drugs, and cursing.*


1. Drunk



"Harrrreeeehhhh!" I slurred happily into my phone.

"Yes Bethany?" My best friend responded, with a slight laugh in his tone.

"I neeeed youuu-u." I hiccupped.

"I can tell. How many drinks have you taken in?" I was silent, trying to think about it. "Don't hurt yourself trying to figure it out. How bad do you need me?"


"Are you going to beg?" He whispered seductively, making it known he was probably with Louis.

"Are you realllllleh goinnnn to make me beeeeg forrrr youuu?"

"I could just let you find some random guy at the club you know."

"Puhhhhleaseeee don't do that to mehhh!" I groaned.

"Why not?"

"Becauseee Bethany wants youu. She wants to feelllll youuu, she wants you to puhhlease herr..." I groaned into my phone.

"I guess I'll come get you. I'll be there in ten."

"Tankkks babbe." I giggled bubbly. I stumbled out of the club do I could wait for Harry.

By the time I pushed through all the people, turned down multiple drunken guys and girls, pushed open the doors, just to be hounded by the paps...Harry had just pulled up. I was covering my face, hating the flash of the cameras in my face this late at night plus being drunk.

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Harry yelled, pushing through to get to me. They started screaming and yelling at us, asking if we made it official yet.

See, Harry is my best friend and he has been for awhile. We met at a club during a party and just hit it off. Since then, we've been inseparable. However, everyone is convinced Harry and I are meant for each other- like soul mates. Harry and I don't think that though. Harry and I are simply friends...friends with some benefits when we want some action.

Because Harry is a big pop star, the minute a girl even looks at him, they have to be dating. But with me...people seem to either get that we're friends or they decide we're secretly dating. I've found some pretty weird rumors going around about Harry and me...I don't let them get to me though...or I try not to anyway.

Harry picked me up and practically threw me in the car as he dashed around to his side of the car, trying not to get caught by the paps. He slammed his door, making me jump. I looked at his hungrily as he turned the key in the ignition, getting ready to floor it out of there.

"Contain the feelings until I lose them...please. Neither of us need nor want the rumors." Harry said without even looking at me. I giggled, knowing he knows me so well. After about five antagonizing minutes, Harry finally floored it out of there, losing the paps in seconds. "Go crazy- just not too crazy. I need to still get out of the car looking normal." I giggled as I leaned over the console. I pressed my lips to his neck. I felt his neck muscles tense up, making me want him even more than I already did. Shit. I started kissing his neck and I felt Harry start to squirm as I reached his soft spot. I gently started sucking on his soft spot, making Harry let out small whimpers as he sped up more and more so we could get to his place faster. I began to palm him through his jeans, feeling him growing hard under my touch. He let out a throaty groan.

"Mmm...babyyyy..." I mumbled into his neck.

"Shit babe...did you want a quick fuck in the car before we go inside because you're asking for one."

"Puhhhhleaseeee." I groaned, wanting him more than ever. Harry slammed on the breaks and turned the wheel hard, driving us into an alley way. I giggled as Harry yanked me from my seat and into the back. He laid me down and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down with his boxers. He pushed my dress up to my stomach and slammed inside of me, no foreplay; no teasing. I moaned and squirmed as he slammed into me, hard. He was holding my hips down, not allowing me to move. Our moans turned into screams as Harry slammed harder and faster into me. As we came down from our highs, Harry quickly put his boxers and pants back on as I fixed my dress. We climbed back up to the front and Harry floored it out of there, knowing it was only round one of the uncountable that we would be having that night.

When I woke up the next morning, I was tangled in Harry’s sheets. I smirked, somehow not surprised that I was here. I rolled over and there it was, just like every time this happened, a glass of vodka, water, and some Advil sitting on the nightstand. Damn does that boy know me? I quickly took the pill with the water, than the vodka. I pulled myself out of bed, feeling dizzy as I stumbled down the stairs.

“Well, look who woke up?” Niall smirked.

“Oh shut the fuck up.” I said, half smiling.

“How hard did they go at it last night?” Zayn asked.

“Pretty hard… between the screaming, the banging into the walls and the Ohhhhh Harrrrrry’s… I’m pretty tired.” Niall joked.

“No one put you in the room next to Harry’s.” I pointed out. I was used to the boys cracking jokes now after Harry and I would do something like this.

“Well, look who dragged that cute bum out of bed?” I jumped as Harry squeezed my bum.

“I did!” I said happily.

“That you did. And you can walk…”

“We’ve been doing this long enough that I don’t get affected by your wonderful skills in bed anymore.”

“I have a problem with that. Maybe you should stop having sex altogether.” Harry said as he went to grab a mug for his tea. “Do you want some?” I nodded so Harry grabbed another mug.

“Can you picture Bethany having sex with everyone but Harry?” Louis asked.

“Nope…not at all.” Liam said.


“Why don’t you just find some random guy at a bar than, instead of calling Harry?” Zayn asked.

“They don’t know what I like, like Harry does. Who wants shitty sex when they are extremely turned on?”

“No one.” Harry pointed out.

“Thank you Harry.” I said nicely, making Harry chuckle.

“She has a point.” Niall said.

“And we’ve been friends with benefits for…how long now?” I pointed out.

“I don’t know…a year now maybe.” Harry said with a shrug.

“See? So if anyone is going to know what I like and how to really get me going…it’s him.”

“HEY, I’M HERE! YOU CAN ALL STOP CRYING!” I giggled as I heard Bradie’s voice carry through the house.

“Well, look who’s here? Let me guess…hard evening clubbing and hard night fucking?” Bradie said with a wink.

“You can all shut up!” I yelled. Bradie laughed.

“I’m right.” Bradie said, smirking even more at me. Bradie was my roommate. I moved out of America after I graduated to become a model here in England. I succeeded, thankfully. I had my agent who took care of everything. I wasn’t the model rolling in money, but I made enough to live comfortably. I met Bradie at a Starbucks after a shoot one day. It was more of a bump in and we just started talking. We ended up moving in together.

Bradie was in her last year of high school before she went to UNI for athletic training. She had a part time s a waitress at Nandos which helped pay for our apartment. She was emancipated when she turned sixteen because she wanted to be on her own. Her parents supported her decision and did even more so after they met me. They liked the fact that Bradie wouldn’t be on her own, and would at least have someone to sort of lean on who head a steady job.

But she was with me the night that I met Harry. That night, Bradie and I actually crashed a birthday party; I think it was Cher Lloyd’s birthday party we had crashed, and had met all the boys’ there- and a good portion of who we knew now. Most of the people we talked to were Bradie’s friends from school or all the celebrities we met through One Direction; talk about two total opposite ends of the chain.

“Your tea is ready.” Harry said, handing me my mug. I smiled, and took it from his hands. The hotness from the mug slightly burned my hands but it felt nice since I was always cold.

“Thanks babe.” I said happily. Everyone had migrated to the living room to hang out and watch TV, but Harry and I stayed in the kitchen.

“We need a best friend day where we aren’t fucking or drinking.” Harry decided.

“Do we now?” I asked as I sipped my tea.

“Well, yeah. I mean…its fun and all don’t get me wrong but we haven’t hung out in awhile.”

“That’s because you've been on a promotion tour for your second CD.”

“And that isn't my fault. That’s called my job.”

“Kind of like posing for cameras is my job.” I said with a smirk.

“Yeah, but at least one stage, my clothes stay on.”

“Hey, it was a required part of the job.”

“Yeah but at least you didn't get interviewed on how you felt about ‘your girlfriend flashing her body around’ since in America…it isn't acceptable to do that apparently; and to top it off, we aren't even dating.”

“This is why I hate America.” I pointed out. Harry laughed and shook his head.

“It is, and always be your homeland. You can’t hate it all that much.”

“ You've never lived there. The only good thing about it was the weather.”

“See? At least you liked something.”

“Meh…no.”  Harry laughed at me.

“Your logic makes no sense to me.”

“It wasn't really supposed to.”

“Whatever- so…best friend date tonight; just me and you?” Harry asked as he leaned towards me.

“Sure, I don’t see why not. I miss just hanging out with you too.” Harry smiled and grabbed my hand and ran his thumb over my hand.

“Good.” I smirked and pulled my hand away, making my way to the living room.



I sighed as I watched her walk into the living room. That girl really knew how to get me going. She may be used to all that rough sex but it still got me every time. She was simply, and utterly amazing. I smiled at myself like an idiot, just thinking about how nice it would be to just make love to her.

I started shaking my head wildly, trying to get the thought out of my head. I didn't like Bethany like that and I never could. We were simply best friends that knew how to have fun when one of us were drunk or just turned on. I knew for a fact she didn't like me like that so I don’t even know why the thought even entered my head.

“HARRY, ARE YOU COMING?!” I heard Louis call to me. I bit my lip and made my way into the living room. I sat down on the couch across from Bethany, who was curled into Liam’s side. I felt a small twinge of jealously and quickly pushed it away with the thought of being able to spend our whole evening together…alcohol free. 

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