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.*


30. Real Love

I woke up a couple days later with Bradie sitting next to my bed, holding an envelope, looking sad. I looked over at her and she gave me a sad smile.
“I’ll get the nurse.” I nodded, scared of why she looked so miserable. A few minutes passed, a nurse came in, checked me out, made sure I was okay, and left the room, leaving me and Bradie alone.
“What is that and why do you keep fiddling with it?” I asked, not able to keep quiet about it.
“It’s from Harry…”
“To who? Me?” Bradie nodded and I reached for it; at least tried to anyway. She handed it to me and I tore it open, and after I finished reading it, I burst into tears.

“So why aren’t you at the hospital with Bethany?” Louis asked me as we were packing up to leave for our world tour for the next year or two.
“She needs her space…I was only an intoxicated love to her and I don’t to have to force her to love me or feel like that’s what I’m trying to do when I’m around her.”
“So you just gave up?”
“Not exactly.” I said, half smiling as we continued to pack.

“I need to get the fuck out of here, Bradie. Now!”
“You can’t just leave a hospital! Especially for why you are here!”
“Yes I can. Give me that pad of paper.” Bradie slowly handed it to me and I scribbled on the paper that I wanted to press charges against Brandon and signed the bottom and handed it to Bradie. Give this to the officer that came in here and told me about his daughter. Now get this damn IV out of me, I need to get home, now.” I said, tears pressing against my eyes. Bradie finally gave in and we both walked up to the discharge counter. We fought with them for a good hour before they finally agreed to discharge me since I had managed to walk and stand that whole hour and argue with them about leaving. So I guess that means my brain is just damn fine.
I had Bradie speed race us to the house and I started throwing clothes into suitcases, not about to let this happen. There was no way this could happen.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Bradie demanded.
“The letter…” I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes again. Bradie took the letter from my hand, read it, and smiled.
“You’re going to…”
“Yeah…” Bradie smiled at hugged me tightly.
“Then bitch; I’m going to help you pack.” We threw [practically my whole closet into suitcases and Bradie drove me to the airport. I went running in with Bradie helping me drag all my stuff along. It wasn’t until about five minutes later, all the flashing cameras drew my attention back outside. Bradie and I both turned and that’s when we saw them getting out of the limo.
When they got inside, Bradie was standing there holding my hand. I was nervous as hell since he had no idea what was happening and I was here by surprise. But he had to know…and I was going to try.
“Bethany?” Harry asked, surprised to see me there. “I thought you’d still be in the hospital.” He looked around at my bags and gave me a confused look. “What it all this?”
“I got your letter.” I whispered, holding it up. Harry nodded silently with a straight face.
“Okay…that doesn’t explain everything else though.”
“You aren’t leaving without me. This isn’t an intoxicated love. It just took me a lot of fucked up relationships and fucked up love to realize…our love wasn’t just when intoxicated…” I whispered. I looked up at Harry and he had the biggest smile on his face and without any waiting, he took me in his arms, lifted me off the ground and spun me around while kissing me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just wanted to hold onto him forever.
This wasn’t an intoxicated love…
I know what this was all along. It was just a silly intoxicated love between two lovers and friends. I loved you, you loved me when intoxicated. I get it now and I’m going to stop pushing it. I don’t want to keep pushing you away, further and further into other guys’ arms that will hurt you all because I’m stupid and decide to blurt out at random times that I’m madly, insanely, completely, and totally in love with you. So I’m very sorry for that.
Anyway, I will be leaving on Friday for a year or two long world tour and won’t see you for a long time, not that I think you’d want to anyway after everything that has happened between us the past year or so. But maybe this will be the break that we need to get everything straightened out and to repair our friendship. I know it’s going to take me a long time to get over my love for you, in fact it may never fully go away but I know this will at least help our friendship.
I’ll be back in a couple years and I can’t wait for that. I hope by then you’ve realized what you want and that you’re happy. I hope you have everything you’ve ever wanted. I hope you have…
Real Love.
Forever Yours,

      The End                            

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