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.


50. The Morning After


I woke up the next morning around four. Harry had his nose pressed to my neck and his arms around me. We were both still clothing less. I was wondering why his parents hadn’t come up and checked on us, wondering why I hadn’t left yet. I moved slightly, trying to get away from his grip. I successfully did without waking him up. I quietly got dressed and gathered my books. I took one last look at him with tears in my eyes.

“I love you, Harry Styles…” I whispered as I kissed his lips. I bit my lip as I pulled away than quietly tip-toed down the stairs and out the front door without a note or anything.

I took the early bus home and snuck into my house and crawled back into bed after changing into pajamas. Tears started falling down my cheeks. Harry honestly had to ruin everything. He has to ruin every good thing I have, yet at the same time…he is everything.

I knew I had to tell Liam what has been going on, but at the same time I didn’t have the heart. Liam was like a perfect angel and this would absolutely destroy him. Why couldn’t I have just said no to Harry when I was asked to tutor him? This all only happened because I agreed to tutor him. This whole big fiasco over tutoring…

My crying must have put me to sleep because the next thing I remember is waking up to the sun peaking through the blinds. I pushed the covers back and slowly made my way downstairs to the kitchen.

“Good morning sweetie; what time did you get in last night?” My mom asked.

“Around one.” I lied.

“Where were you?”

“I was tutoring Harry than I went to see Bradie.”

“How is she? We haven’t seen her around in awhile.”

“She’s good.” I whispered.

“And Liam?” My eyes grew wide. Liam. I stood Liam up yesterday. Oh my god.

“He’s good too.” I mumbled.

“That’s good. Are you okay? You seemed to have had a rough night.” I shrugged.

“I just didn’t sleep well.”

“Oh…alright. You know if you ever need anything, you can talk to me; right sweetie?” My mom said. I nodded and looked down at my omelet.

“Yeah, thanks mom.”

“Anytime dear.” I slowly ate my breakfast and went to get dressed. All I could think about was how I had stood Liam up all because I fell asleep at Harry’s house. That wasn’t exactly something you could tell someone over the phone. I decided to walk to his house and tell him everything.

I started walking with my headphones in. I didn’t want to take the bus because I needed time to mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen.

When I got to his house about a half hour later, I knocked on the door and waited for what seemed like years…centuries even. I started kicking my shoes against the stairs while I waited. The agony and anxiety I was feeling was unreal.

“Bethany?” I looked up and saw Liam standing in front of my in sweatpants and shirtless.

“Liam.” I said, half smiling. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed.

“Where were you last night? I tried calling you around eight but you never answered.” I sighed. Her eit was…the moment of truth.

“I passed out at Harry’s house.” I whispered.

“Did…did you guys do anything?” Liam sounded like he was about to cry. I looked at the ground and shuffled my feet back and forth. “How far did you guys go…?” Liam’s voice was barely above a squeak at this point. “Bethany…please tell me…” I sighed as tears pricked my eyes. I looked up at him and he too was crying.

“We…we had sex…” I whispered. Liam put his hand over his mouth and turned away from me. “Liam, please…it was a mistake. I love you…I want to be with you!”

“How many times has this happened?” Liam demanded. I was startled by the question but I knew I had to answer honestly.

“We’ve…hooked up once or twice but never went this far until last night…” Liam started crying even more. Watching him cry broke my heart into tiny pieces.


“Liam please…don’t do this. I love you…”

“I you loved me, why did you go to Harry?” I was speechless because he did have a point. If I did fully love Liam, I wouldn’t have done this to him. “I’m…I’m done. I can’t handle this. We…we’re…this… whatever this was…it’s over. We’re over.” I started crying and covered my face. “I’m glad you were honest with me though and came to me instead of me having to hear it through everyone else…so thank you for that.”

“Can we still be friends?” I whispered. Liam nodded and pulled me into a hug.

“I would like that.” He whispered into my ear as I cried into his chest. I was going to miss Liam. As crazy as that sounded, I would miss him. His friendship was the best thing I’ve ever had and that’s really all I needed right now. “Do you want to come in and watch a movie or something?” Liam asked. I gave him a weak smile and shook my head.

“No…I have work in a couple hours.” Liam nodded sadly.

“Alright…well I’ll see you in school.”      

“See you in school.” I said with a wave as I walked away. The tears started up again as I walked to the bus stop. Why did I have to tell him? I feel like I’ve lost everything now. I know I didn’t and I’m just being over dramatic but…I did actually love Liam. He was a great guy, he treated me right, but instead I went after the douche bag. I had to leave Liam for a douche bag.



When I woke up the next morning, I realized Bethany wasn’t next to me. I figured she had gone to the bathroom or something, but when I was fully awake, I noticed her stuff was gone. She had left me here to wake up alone. Tears started to well up in my eyes. How was I supposed to face her Monday morning? There was no way I could face her after what had happened. If she had stayed here, I could’ve done it…but she just left me here. Normally I’m the one to leave the girl…but…she left me. The girl I fell in love with left me… 

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