Dreaming With Secrets

Harry has an odd, reoccurring dream about some mystery girl. When he finds out that Zayn knows who this girl is, Harry wants to get to know her. Zayn however, doesn't approve of Harry getting to know her. Even against Zayn's will, they get together. No matter how hard Zayn tries, they both push to be together. But when Zayn tries to pull them apart and Bethany ends up right back in her past, can Harry save her and get Zayn to approve of them, or will Bethany's past kill her first?
Includes self harm references/actions, sex, drugs, alcohol, and cursing

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6. Cuts

 

Harry:

“Shit…nice going Zayn. Do you know what that girl could be doing right now?” Zee questioned as Bradie was pounding on their bathroom door.

“No…” He said slowly.

“She’s probably digging through her bag for a fucking razor; all because you can’t seem to let her past go, like she already has. You just have to keep bringing it back, putting her back in the same state she was then, now.” Zee was pissed and Louis was running one hand up and down her arm trying to keep her calm. We heard more screams coming from their bathroom and Bradie’s door pounding got harder and louder.

“BETHANY, LET ME IN!” Bradie yelled.

“Shit…mother fuckers…move.” Zee jumped off the couch and went running. We all followed and found her picking the bathroom lock. She flung the door open and Bethany was sobbing on the floor with small blood droplets falling from her wrist. She was curled up in a ball on the floor with her face in her hands.

“Bethany…” I whispered. Everyone turned to look at me and Bethany didn’t look up still. The blood was running down her wrists and onto her lap. It pained me to see. “Zayn…” I growled. I turned around and saw Zayn standing in the bedroom doorway.

“What did I do?” Zayn asked.

“You brought back the damn memories…you made her do this…” Liam pointed out.

“LIAM!” We all gasped. The day Liam curses, you know shit is going to go down. I took a step closer to Zayn, feeling the anger rise in me.

“WAIT!” I turned and Bethany came between Zayn and I.

“Wait?! Are you kidding me?” I demanded. I reached out, about to push passed her when she grabbed my arms and ran me into a wall with such force that I thought I was day-dreaming it all. She wasn’t exactly a strong looking girl; physically anyway. She pressed her hand to my waist, near my one pocket and then pointed at Zayn with another.

“You’re not going to touch Harry; you aren’t going to touch Zayn.” She looked back and forth between us. “This is my fight…not yours.” She whispered to me. She let her hands drop and she walked back into the bathroom and started washing her wrists off like nothing happened. I turned to look back at Zayn and you could tell part of him wanted to take it all back but the other part still felt like he was right.

 

Bethany:

I could feel everyone watching me as I washed the blood from my arms. It sung like hell when I gently rubbed soap on them, but what was I to do? I couldn’t let them get infected. When I finished rinsing them off, everyone but Harry had made their way back to the living room. He took a few steps to me and I winced, not wanting him to look at me. He reached out and grabbed my arms gently. He turned them so he could see the cuts.

“Please…don’t look at me differently.” I whispered as I turned to look at the ground.

“I wasn’t going to.” Harry whispered as he ran a finger over the cuts, barely touching them. I felt tears begin to prick my eyes again. I wanted for nothing more than to cuddle with him like we did last night.

“Please don’t sympathize for me either…” I begged quietly. Harry didn’t say anything but in response, he lifted my arm and brought it to his lips. He kissed every cut I had just made gently.

“You’re stronger than you think.” Harry whispered as he brought my arm back down.

“I don’t think I am.” I said slowly.

“I know you are. Not every girl can pretend nothing is wrong when something is eating her alive. I’m not going to leave you when you need someone…it’s wrong. I’m going to be here even though Zayn disapproves of it.” I stiffened up and Harry glanced over his shoulder. “Zayn…” Harry grumbled.

“Do you want to not stand in a bathroom alone with her?” Zayn demanded.

“I would prefer it if you left.” Harry shot back.

“Pocket.” I whispered before pushing past me.

“Good girl.” Zayn said, clearly not hearing what I had just said to Harry. He stood there as Zayn escorted me back to the living room.

 

Harry:

When they were both gone, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. How it got there, I have no idea. I slowly unfolded it and read it slowly.

Don’t listen to Zayn…please. You mean more to me than I thought anyone ever could. He doesn’t need to know but please…please don’t forget me. – Bethany

She left her number at the bottom and I smiled slightly. I folded it back up and shoved it back in my pocket. I walked out to join everyone else in the living room. I sat down on the other side of the room from Bethany. Zayn had his arm around her and she looked stiff. I couldn’t tear my gaze from her no matter how hard I tried.

“Well…?” Niall whispered. I looked over at him with a puzzled look on my face. “Tell me if you have any more dreams now that you finally met the girl.” Niall said before turning back tickling Bradie with Liam.

I wanted to punch Zayn. He’s known Bradie for awhile, and she’s happily flirting with Niall. He’s known Zee for awhile and she and Louis were cuddling on the floor with their backs to a chair. Then there’s Bethany… I lay one finger on her, and we both get our asses beat; even with the help of the rest of the house.

“Boys, the car is here.” We turned to the sound of Paul’s voice. We all got up and made our way to the car downstairs for MSG.

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