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.

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28. Quiet Strength

 

Harry:

Later that night, Bethany had walked me to my car. This whole night was probably the best nights I’ve had in awhile. Her family actually seemed normal and they talked to each other, laughed, and joked with each other…I can’t remember the last time my family was like that.

“I hope you had fun tonight.” Bethany said.

“I did…thank you.” I said, turning to face her. She stopped in front of me and looked at her feet.

“You aren’t half bad, Styles.” I smiled and tilted her chin up so she was looking at me.

“You’re more than you give yourself credit for.” I whispered, making her blush and avert her gave from mine. I don’t know what came over me but I stooped down and kissed her lightly but what really surprised me, was that she kissed me back.

When I pulled away, Bethany quickly stepped back and bit her lip. I was breathless from the kiss. That was probably the best kiss I’ve had since…most are sloppy and drunk- unmemorable.

“Uhm…I’ll see you Friday.” Bethany whispered, stepping back.

“Wait…Bethany…” I took a step towards her but she jumped, making me jump back too.

“I’ll see you Friday.” Bethany pushed before rushing inside. I watched her rush inside and once the door was closed, I closed my eyes. I don’t know what goes on in her head and why she always runs away… but I needed her…I craved for her…watching her run away just tore my heart to pieces a little bit at a time every time she left me. I don’t know what has gotten into me, that I need her so bad but there’s something about her quiet strength that just keeps pulling me back to her no matter how many times she pushes me away… 

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