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.


49. Love


When we got to his house, Anne was in the kitchen cleaning like crazy. She asked us to work upstairs, and to Harry’s satisfaction, he practically carried me up there since I couldn’t actually say no to working in his room. We sat down on his bed and pulled out some work.

“Is there anything you need help with?” I asked.

“Yeah…this stupid English poem.” Harry said, frustrated. “I don’t get poems…what’s the point of rhyming every possible word?” I smiled at his frustration and picked it up.

“Okay…let’s see…do you want to read it, or me?”

“I guess me.” Harry said, taking the paper back.

“Okay.” I nodded as Harry cleared his throat.

“Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.” Harry paused and I looked up. He was looking into my eyes as he read the poem to me. I took a deep breath, trying to stay focused. “I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this, I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.” My breath caught in my throat as my eyes met Harry’s.

“Harry…” I said slowly.

“I love you.” Harry said suddenly, pressing his lips to mine. I couldn’t help but surrender to him. “I love you, Bethany. I love your eyes, your smile, your drive, your laugh…I love how you hate me, making me work for the first thing I’ve ever wanted. I love you…” Harry pushed the books off the bed and pushed me into the bed. I was kissing him back passionately, wanting him. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he sucked on my neck, leaving new love bites and bruises. His warm, soft hands ran up my sides, sliding my shirt off me body. The cold air hit me, making shivers go down my body. Harry pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room. I pulled away from him and eyed his chest.

“Damn Harry…” I said, running my fingers down his chest lightly.

“And it’s all yours…” Harry whispered before leaning back down and kissing me again. I reached over and started unbuttoning his pants. I felt him smirk against my lips as I pushed his pants of his legs. He slowly worked on my pants, exposing me for the second time this week, just a different person. The difference was I didn’t feel nervous with Harry. He made me feel comfortable. He slowly kissed down my body to the lining of my panties. He slowly slid them off and the cool air hitting my center made me suck in a breath. Next thing I knew, his tongue was inside of me. I was gripping and pulling on his hair, moaning. He moved one of this thumbs to my clit, slowly doing figure eights, making me come undone so much quicker. He came back up, pressing his lips to mine. “Ready baby?” Harry whispered in my ear. I nodded, panting loudly.

He slowly pushed into me, making me moan again. Harry slowly started moving back and forth slowly, than started grinding my hips, making me want him so much more.

“Fa-faster…” I choked out. Harry obliged and started moving faster. Beads of sweat were forming on his forehead, making him look so much more attractive. He started going fast and faster; I could feel my climax coming. I tightened around Harry and I felt the pit in my stomach, than almost in seconds, before I could warn him, I came. I sighed from relief and not second later, Harry let it go too. He collapsed on me and pulled out. He pushed my hair out of my face and pressed his lips to my ear.

“I really do love you, Bethany.” In minutes, Harry had passed out on me and I knew I was minutes away from it too but I couldn’t help but feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Not because I cheated on Liam…but because Harry loved me. And I loved him.

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