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.


14. Piggy-Back Rides



It was two in the morning when I actually started getting tired. I had made it to the richer part of London, so there really wasn’t a place for me to crash on the side of the road so I kept moving. I was tempted to turn around and go back, but my feet just didn’t want to.


“Oh my god, I’m sorry…I must’ve dozed off…Harry?” I asked as I looked up.

“Bethany…is that you?”

“What the hell are you doing out at this time?” We both asked at the same time before we both awkwardly laughed.

“I bailed from Niall’s party…” Harry said as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I couldn’t sleep.” I said with a shrug.

“Do you need a place to crash? You look pretty tired out…” I don’t know what went through my head, but I nodded to Harry, accepting his offer.

“Alright, we still need to walk though because I left my car at Niall’s.”

“That’s fine.” I said as I was yawning, making Harry laugh.

“Jump on.” Harry said, smirking. I was too tired to be a sassy bitch, so I hopped on his back and allowed him to carry me to his house. However, before we even made it down the block, I was already asleep on his back.



Before I even got down the block, she was asleep on me. I don’t know why, but it made me smile, knowing she was safe and happy. When we got back to my house, my mom was sound asleep and Nella had gone home for the weekend. My dad still hadn’t showed up so nothing happened yet. I carried her up to my room and placed her in my bed. I tucked her and watched as she cuddled into my bed and sighed with a content smile on her face. I reached down and pushed some hair out of her face before smiling and walking out of the room to sleep on the couch downstairs so she could have her space.

When I got downstairs and pulled a blanket over my legs, the worst thought struck me- what if she woke up and didn’t remember last night because she was delusional from being so tired? What if she thinks I did something? This haunted my mind for the next few hours before I was able to talk myself into thinking I didn’t even like her again, so I was at last able to fall into a light sleep…

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