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.


13. Following My Feet



It was a simple fucking question. She didn’t need to get so pissed about it. It was a typical Harry question from her standards. I shook my head, replaying the conversation in my head. I asked the question, and she looked…she looked sick to her stomach, like she was having a flashback. Suddenly, I felt like an asshole. That’s a question I ask a girl that’s all over me…she wasn’t. In fact, she looked scared when I asked her. I shook my head, shaking the way the thought. I didn’t even like Bethany. She was that stuck up girl in our class that drove everyone crazy. I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time on her.

I drove for a few more minutes before I pulled up at Lex’s house. I turned my car off and jogged up to the front of her house. I knocked on the door and she answered, wearing a skimpy outfit, causing me to smirk.

“Look who finally showed up?’ Lex said, draping herself over me.

“And you look sexy tonight.” I said.

“All for you baby…” Lex said, leaning in allowing me to practically swallow the perfume she was wearing.

“Ready for Niall’s?” I asked. She nodded and tilted her head. “Let’s go than.” I moved away, causing her to stumble but not really caring. That was the thing…the girls that flung there selves at me, I tended to treat worse than…the one girl who hated my guts. I wanted to give her the world…



I stumbled into my house later that evening. It had to have been around ten that I finally did. The walk from Harry’s house to my house wasn’t exactly short. He lived on the rich side, and I defiantly didn’t.

“How was tutoring?” My step-dad asked.

“It went well.” I said, nodding.

“That’s good. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine…why?” I asked.

“You look like you’ve been crying a little.”

“No…I’m honestly just so tired. School was rough and tutoring right after was like extra school so…I’m honestly just really tired.”

“Okay, maybe you should get to bed early tonight.”

“Yeah…goodnight Greg.” I said. He nodded to me and I made my way upstairs. After I got upstairs, I showered quickly and than laid in my bed. I had my phone right next to me, but I wouldn't touch it. It was buzzing with texts from Bradie asking if I wanted to stay the night at her place, but I honestly wasn’t up to anything.

Around one in the morning, I was still wide awake. I pushed the covers back and pulled on sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I pushed my window open and climbed out. I climbed down the side of our house, and when I landed on the ground, I started walking. I had no idea where I was going, I was just following my feet.



“Harry, why won’t you kiss me?” Lex slurred into my ear.

“Get off me Lex…you’re drunk.” I said as I pushed her off me, and across the room. She fell to the ground and her drink spilt all over her, causing her to burst into tears.

“Harrrrry!” She yelled. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the house. I normally was probably just as smashed as Lex when I come to Niall’s parties, but today I just didn’t feel like drinking. I walked up to my car and realized I didn’t feel like driving so I left my car there and started walking. I didn’t know where I was going to go, but I figured my feet would take me wherever I wanted to be.

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