Wanted You More

Bethany is top in her class, head-strong, and basically you're definition of a perfect girl but she has no intention of trying to be like every other girl and try to get Harry, the popular, good looking, soccer star, to like her...in fact, she doesn't really like him. But when Bethany is assigned to help Harry get his grades up and he realizes that Bethany is different than everyone else, will Bethany cave into giving Harry a chance or will she continue to stick to her idea that he is a spoiled, stuck up ass?

Includes sex, drugs, alcohol, self harm references/actions, and cursing.


37. Don't You?



When I got home, I called Bradie, unsure of what to do. She said her mom didn’t mind if I slept over, so I packed a backpack and walked to her house. When I knocked on her door, she answered right away.

“Hey love…” I immediately burst into tears and fell into her arms. She held me while I cried. “What exactly happened?” She asked as she slowly walked me inside.

“Hello girls…oh. Bethany, are you alright?” I shook my head and smiled weakly.

“I will be.” I whispered. Her mom nodded and walked out of the room.

“Here, let’s go to my room.” I grabbed my bag and followed Bradie up to her room. We fell over onto her bed and I closed my eyes. “So…what’s going on? I couldn’t understand you when you were crying over the phone.”

“Harry happened…why did I have to get warped up in his life?! Everything I ever knew has been turned upside down and sideways! I don’t know what to think or believe any more…” I sobbed.

“Well…you thought he lived a perfect life; maybe you’re the first one to see that maybe he doesn’t.”

“It’s not only that…it’s like his family has this deep, dark secret that no one knows…”

“What the hell…I mean every family has their secrets but how insane can this one be?”

“There are unknown people, a psycho dad, and a completely destroyed family…”

“Holy fuck…what the hell did you get yourself into?” Bradie asked, surprised. I shrugged and started crying all over again.

“And an even better question would be why do I give two fucks about his life, and him now?” I whispered between sobs.

“Did you, Bethany Wacker, the one dating Liam Payne…just admit to liking Harry Styles?”

“SHIT! LIAM!” I screamed. I shot out of bed and dug through my purse for my phone. I called Liam as quickly as I could.

“Hello?” Liam said, answering on the third ring. I sighed of relief.

“Hey, it’s Bethany.”

“Hey babe; what’s up? I’m just about to leave my house to get you.”

“That’s the thing…” I said slowly.

“You can’t do it…can you?” Liam said with a sigh.

“I’m at Bradie’s…she was having a really bad day and I came to help her out.”

“Awe, aren’t you a good friend?” Liam said, suddenly not sounding as mad. “I thought you were with Harry or something.”

“Why would I be with Harry…?”

“Well…didn’t you two have a thing before I got back…?”

“No…” I said slowly.

“Oh…that’s not what it looked like but, forget it. I love you.”

“Love you too.” I said, before hanging up. I threw my phone at the bed and fell back, covering my face with my hands.

“What did he say?” Bradie asked as she took a seat next to me.

“He thinks I have feelings for Harry…” I mumbled slowly.  

“Well…don’t you?” 

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