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.


12. Virgin?


“You’re joining us tonight?” Harry and I both looked up and saw Nella standing there. I nodded silently and she nodded.

“Good luck.” She mumbled as she walked back to the kitchen.

“What did she mean by that?” I asked, turning to Harry. Harry looked down at the table and didn’t answer me.

“Can we just skip dinner…?” Harry whispered to me.

“You want me to hang out with you, on a Friday night when you’re supposed to be with your friends?” I questioned. Harry nodded.

“Just so I have a reason to leave…please…I’ll do anything…” I sighed and nodded.

“Sure, whatever.” Harry practically jumped out of his chair when I agreed.

“MOM, WE’RE ACTUALLY GOING TO GO OUT FOR DINNER!” Harry yelled out. Anne appeared in the kitchen and made a face.

“I get back for the first time in a month and you jump at the chance at leaving?”

“We’ve had these plans for awhile…Bethany just reminded me. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Harry kissed her cheek, grabbed my hand, and pulled me outside.

“Let me go.” I snapped, ripping my arm from his grip. I stopped in the driveway and looked at him. He grabbed my arm again and pulled me into the car. “What are you doing?!” I half screamed.

“Please…can we talk about this later?” Harry begged quietly. I sighed as I climbed into the car. Harry climbed in soon after me, started the car, and floored it out of the driveway.

“What the hell is going on Harry?!” I yelled as soon as we were on the road.

“I…I can’t tell you…” Harry whispered.

“Stop the car.” I demanded. Harry looked at me like I was crazy. “I SAID STOP THE CAR!” I screamed. Harry slowly pulled over and put the hazard lights on. “This is shit Harry…it’s Friday night…I don’t want to spend it with you- unlock the car.”

“Bethany…” Harry said quietly.

“Shut up- oh my god, I don’t care! Don’t you see that?! I’m here only because I was asked to help you with your grades, not to cover up for something! I don’t even like you, like talking to you, or like breathing the same air as you!”

“What did I ever do to make you hate me…no one hates me…” Harry asked, confused.

“That’s exactly it- you accept everyone to like you! You have a perfect life, the perfect looks, every girl kissing the ground you walk on…the last person you should be concerned about is me.” I took a deep breath, getting anxious. I looked at Harry and he was looking at me intently. “Unlock the door.” I demanded again.

“Tell me one thing then.” Harry said.

“What?” I said, agitated. Harry’s smirk grew on his face and I knew I was going to want to punch him in the face after he asked.

“Are you a virgin?” I bit my lip and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I took a deep breath and tried to push back tears by closing my eyes.

“Fuck you.” I said.

“So that’s a yes?” Harry said, still smirking.

“Unlock the door Harry…now.”

“Just give me an answer!” I reached out and slapped him across the face. Harry gave me a look of shock and then angrily unlocked the door. I pushed the door open as the tears started spilling over my eyes and down my cheeks. I slammed the door shut and Harry floored the car away. I sat down on the side of the sidewalk crying with my face in my hands trying to repress my past. 

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