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.


59. Girlfriend?



When I woke up the next morning, I was cuddled into blankets and in Harry’s clothes and his house. I found this so weird since I don’t remember coming here last night.

“Good morning.” I looked up and Harry was holding out a cup of tea to me. I took it and nodded.

“Thanks.” I whispered into the mug. Harry nodded and sat down on the floor. “Do my parents know I’m here?”

“Yeah, I called them last night.”

“When did I get here?”

“You came here last night when you woke up in a cemetery during a thunder storm.” I nodded and looked back down at my mug. It all slowly came back to me, making me start to tear up again. “Bethany, please don’t cry…” Harry whispered as he came up to sit next to me on the couch. He pulled me into his arms and let me cry into his chest for the second time this weekend.

“Why couldn’t it have been me…?” I whispered into his chest. Harry started playing with my hair, which immediately started to calm me down as he shushed me gently.

“I ask myself the same question every day too…” Harry whispered into my ear. “We can’t change the path of life.”

“I should’ve died…”

“No…you lived to replace Chris and Sam; you lived because they couldn’t.”

“They deserved to live. They…they deserved to be alive. I don’t.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I don’t think- I know.”

“I disagree.” Harry whispered. I looked up and his eyes sparkled. I felt tears prick my eyes again but as soon as one fell, Harry gently wiped it away than kissed where it had fallen. My eyelids fluttered and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I gasped slightly as Harry kissed the corner of my mouth, almost making me want to beg for more, but before I had to, he kissed my lips.

At first they were soft and innocent, but soon they got sloppy and passionate. My fingers got tangled in his curls as the tears fell down my cheeks. I could feel, almost taste his hot breath on my mouth. His tongue would slip into my mouth once and awhile, allowing me to taste him. His hands ran from my face and down my sides, pulling me closer to him.

“I love you…” Harry whispered into my mouth. I pushed myself closer to him, not being able to say anything as I kissed his harder. “Bethany…” Harry pulled away and put our foreheads together. We were both breathing heavily. Harry gently placed his hands on my cheeks and pushed the tears away. “Be my girlfriend…” I swallowed hard and stared into his eyes.

“Okay.” I whispered, pulling his lips back to mine.

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