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


8. Following You



I had gone for a walk after Bethany and her friends had left because I had to clear my head. However, that wasn’t working too well. Bethany was all I could think about. The way her eyes twinkled when she smiled, how her eyes still sparkled when she was crying…there was something about her that just pulled me in more and I had no idea how to get away; not that I wanted to anyway. Bzzzz Bzzzzz I pulled my phone out of my pocket and there was a text from Louis.

Are you really going to let her go that easy? – Lou

What choice do I have? Zayn would have a fit…

So? Go…we have all day and Zayn is pretty pleased with himself that he managed to keep you two away from each other. Even if it’s just us two that know, at least you’ll know in your head that you won. – Lou

I’ll be back in a few hours.

I shoved my phone in my pocket and hailed a cab. I gave him Bethany’s address and told him to step on it.

An hour later, I was pulling up her driveway. I had seen our driver pass so I called him and told him to wait in this area for me. He obliged and said he would wait where he was for my call. I pulled up Bethany’s driveway as she was walking up the stairs leading to the front door.

“BETHANY!” I shouted as the taxi stopped. She turned around and looked surprised beyond belief.

“Harry?” She asked slowly as she made her way back down the stairs. I threw some money on the driver’s seat and got out of the car. He drove away and I went running to Bethany. “What are you doing here? Who knows that you’re here?” I put my hands on her cheeks and looked into her eyes.

“I couldn’t just let you leave like that.” I whispered.

“Harry, what are you talking about?” Bethany asked slowly.

“I’m talking about us. You and me…I couldn’t just have us end it with a stupid hug because Zayn was eyeing us down. I just couldn’t.”

“I thought it was a very nice hug…” Bethany said, starting to smile.

“I did too…but…that isn’t the goodbye I wanted.” I said. My eyes connected to hers and I felt everything around me disappear. “Zayn won’t let me have you…but that only makes me want you more…”

“Well…why don’t we start with just getting to know each other before we jump into this?” Bethany suggested. “If our feelings are the same in a couple months, I’d be more than happy to see if we can sell Zayn on all of this.” Bethany smiled and I pulled her closer to me.

“And how about until then?” I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers.

“We can keep it secret.” Bethany smirked and I leaned in and kissed her. She smiled into my kiss and I moved my hands down her body and slowly wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her in, closer to me. Her hands ran up my arms and her fingers slowly tangled themselves in my curls as our tongues started to fight each other.

“Excuse me…” I tore from Bethany and we looked up to the door and her dad was standing there.

“Hello sir.” I choked out. Bethany was smirking but I wasn’t sure why.

“Harry, right?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” I said again.

“Don’t call me sir- I’m not old. You can call me Craig.” He walked down the stairs and stood next to Bethany. “Zayn doesn’t approve of this?” He asked, pointing back and forth to the two of us.

“No daddy, he doesn’t.” Bethany said innocently.

“Stop with the innocent act. I saw what you two were doing.” Bethany giggled and looked up at her dad with loving eyes. “Anyway, I don’t have a problem with it. She seems to like you and last I checked you aren’t a rapist so…”

“DAD!” Bethany screeched, hitting his arm. I started to smile, feeling more comfortable.

“What? Would you want to date a rapist?”

“Not really…”She said back.

“That’s what I thought.” He turned back to me with a straight face. “Keep it in your pants.” He said, pointing at me before walking back inside. Bethany started giggling again as the screen door slammed shut.

“You have quite the father…”

“He’s looking out for me.” She said as she slipped her arms around my waist. I smiled down at her and kissed her head.

“What would your dad do if I didn’t keep it in my pants?” I asked. Bethany giggled and squeezed m waist.

“He might come after you and kill you but…no one said he needed to know what we did.” I laughed and she looked up and kissed me.

“So…when are you leaving?” She asked me.

“Are you trying to get rid of me already?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I just don’t want Zayn to find out you’re here.” She said as she ran her hands down my chest.

“Lou is covering for me.”

“Louis is covering? I thought we were keeping this a secret?”

“We are…but he was the one that told me to come after you…and I’m glad he did.”

“Aren’t you cute?” She asked. I smiled at her and shrugged.

“I guess I can be.”

“I wouldn’t be guessing something like that. I think you’re drop dead gorgeous.” She winked at me and I laughed.

“Yeah, well…I try. It’s all in the genes.”

“I wish I had good looking genes.”

“I think you do.” She smirked and rolled her eyes.

“Okay Harry, whatever you say.” I smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose.

“I should be going…I’d love to say but the farther we keep Zayn from figuring this out, the more we can get away with.”

“Okay…you have my number, right?”

“Yeah…I’ll call you when I can.”

“Okay…be safe going home.” I kissed her one last time before walking to the end of her driveway and calling our driver back.



I watched him until the driver pulled up and he got into the car. I leaned over the railing, hoping to get one last look at him before he drove away but I had no such luck. I walked back inside and sat down at the dinner table with my family.

“That Harry boy seems very nice.” My mom said.

“Yeah, he is.” I sighed.

“When are you going to see him again?” Jacob asked. “I liked his hair.” I giggled and looked over at him.

“I don’t know. Zayn doesn’t want us to see each other.”

“Why not?

“I don’t know guppie…I really don’t know.” I said quietly. I finished my dinner, brought my plates to the sink, and went to my room. I had a week and a half left of summer and I had no idea what I was going to do with it. 

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