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.*


9. I Love You



I was still in bed. After we left the club last night, I went home and cried myself to sleep. It was around noon and I still refused to get out of bed. I wanted nothing more to do than to die after what I saw last night.

Bethany and that guy touching, dancing, and kissing…I wanted that to be me. I wanted to be the person she let take her home. I wanted to be the one to make her feel good. I had always joked with her about finding someone else, but I didn’t think if I pissed her off enough that she would actually do it. She did this all because I made it seem like I could give two fucks less about her career and her going to Italy.

I rolled over and pulled my phone from the charger and went to Bethany’s name. I was about to call her when I decided against it. If I wanted her to forgive me, I had to go to her and apologize in person. I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed. I crept downstairs to make sure I wouldn’t wake anyone up or alert anyone if they were already awake. I dragged myself out to my car and sped to Bethany’s house.

“Bethany?” I asked as I pushed the door open. I walked into her house and saw Bradie passed out on the couch, snoring. I smiled slightly and made my way back to Bethany’s room. The door was open a crack so I peaked my head in. Bethany had just dropped a towel around her ankles.  My breath caught in my throat as I watched her walk around her room getting dressed. I knew I shouldn’t be watching her but I couldn’t turn away. The curves of her body, her long black hair moving across her back…it made me crave for her touch. As she slipped a shirt over her body, I snapped out of it and stepped back so I could knock on the door.

“Come in!” She called. I pushed the door open as she was pulling on some shorts.

“Hey…” I whispered. She whipped around and her eyes met mine. Her eyes burned with anger and hurt.

“What do you want?”

“I just wanted to come to apologize…”

“Why; because you saw me with a guy at the club? If you didn’t see that would you even be here right now?” I wanted to say something but I couldn’t. “That’s what I thought.” She pushed around me and stared walking out of her room.

“BETHANY, WAIT!” I yelled after her.

“What?” She snapped, turning back around.

“Please don’t…don’t be mad at me.” I whispered.

“Why not? I’m pretty sure you’re the one who gave me attitude first.”

“And I was wrong to do so…it hurts so much knowing you’re mad at me.” I took a few steps closer to her and I reached out for her hands. I grabbed them and intertwined our fingers together. She looked down at them, than back up at my eyes. “I…I can’t have you be mad at me. Knowing you’re mad at me has upset me so much. It causes knots the size of Russia in my stomach and I feel like I’m being stabbed with thousands of needles…I don’t want to lose you…”

“What are you saying…” Bethany finally whispered. I took a deep breath knowing it was now or never.

“I…I love you.” I finally whispered out. Bethany was silent. I looked up into her eyes and she still wore that same expression.

“You need to leave…” She finally said.

“Bethany…you can’t…why…?”

“I can’t deal with this right now.” She whispered, looking away from me. I felt the tears begin to prick my eyes.

“Bethany, please…”

“Leave.” She ripped her hands from mine. “Now.” She turned away from me and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. I turned around and looked at her one last time before I left for the last time.

“I love you…” I whispered before leaving.         

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