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.*


2. Friends Date



That night, I was standing in front of my mirror. I had on skinny jeans, high heeled black studded sneakers, and a white sweater on. My hair was pulled back into a headband braid and I made sure I was wearing some perfume and lip gloss. I smiled at myself and walked out into my living room. I waited for Harry to get ready at his house, than we came back to my apartment and he was waiting for me to get ready. Bradie was still over at the boys savoring her last month of summer freedom.

“Hey, I’m ready.” Harry jumped off the couch and whipped around. His eyes grew wide as he checked me out. I smirked.

“Damn…I don’t need alcohol for you to turn me on…that’s a problem since it’s a best FRIENDS night.”

“Sorry babe…but what if I meet another eligible fuck buddy while I’m out? I can’t look like shit.”

“Wow…so that’s why you look so good?” Harry said with an amused tone.

“You look pretty good yourself…so you can’t even tell me that I was the only one that tried.” I pointed out. I walked up to him and poked his chest. He was in bagging, yet skinny dark jeans with a plain white t-shirt, his airplane necklace and a few extra chains around his neck, his hair looked extra…something but I wasn’t sure, and he had a few bracelets on his arms that pooled at his wrist. As I got closer, I knew he had put cologne on, making me feel slightly turned on. I knew tonight was going to be difficult to get through without trying to make a move on him.

“Shall we then?” Harry asked, breaking our stares.

“Yeah…we should go.” Harry jokingly bowed and offered me his hand. I couldn’t help but laugh as I took his hand.

He walked me down to his car and helped me in. He walked around to the driver’s side and climbed in and started the car.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I have no clue.” Harry said, smirking.

“Do we ever plan these out or do we always just go with it?”

“We tend to normally go with it.” I rolled my eyes and laughed as Harry started driving aimlessly.

“Do we have rules for tonight?”

“Yeah, no alcohol.” Harry said sternly.

“But alcohol is nice.”

“Alcohol would turn the best friends date into our normal weekend shenanigans.” Harry pointed out.

“Oh shush…you like our weekends.”

“I never said I didn’t but that’s all we’ve been doing recently.” I rolled my eyes and turned to look out the window so I could watch everything and everyone as we rushed by.

“Is that such a problem?” I finally asked.

“Well…I guess not. I enjoy it but I do like spending time as friends, minus the benefits.”

“I guess Harold.” I joked. Harry laughed as we pulled into a parking lot for Nandos.

“Let’s go eat something and then we’re going to the movies.” Harry decided. I laughed as we both hopped out of the car.

“Sounds good to me.” I said. We walked into the restaurant, laughing and smiling. I wouldn’t admit It to Harry, but this felt like we were going on a date…and I think I might’ve liked the thought of being on a date with Harry but I shook the thought away before it could get to me and before I could process the thought of just being on a date with Harry. Something about the thought of just going on dates, holding hands, sweet kisses, and presents just seemed right with Harry. But I wasn’t going to let myself think that Harry and I could be something more because he and I both knew…it wasn’t going to happen. I was just too damn broken.


“Bradie?!” I called through the house when I got home later that night.

“In the living room!” Bradie called back to me. I kicked my shoes off and wandered into the house. I plopped myself down on the couch next to Bradie. “How was the friend-date?” Bradie asked with a smirk on her face.

“It was fine; why are you smirking like that?”

“You two are so clueless.”

“We aren’t. We’re just friends.” I pushed. Every time Harry and I came back from a night out together, sober, I always got this kind of stuff from Bradie and I’m sure Harry got it from the guys.  

“You can say that, but I know at some point you two will be more.”

“We never will be. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“What’s to ruin? You two do everything a normal couple does…you just don’t have the official title.”

“Your point?”

“Never mind Bethany…” Bradie said, shaking her head. I shrugged and got up. I started down the hall to my room. I changed into pajamas and wandered to the bathroom to wash off all the makeup that I had put on earlier. As soon as it was off, I wandered off to bed and fell fast asleep.                     

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