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


29. Imperfections Make You Perfect


Another week went by and Bethany remained unmoved. She had all her blood back, but from all the anxiety and depression weighting her brain down, she could barely function especially since she hadn’t been eating either. Her body didn’t know how to fight what she had so it was more difficult for her to wake up.

I never left the hospital, or Bethany’s side. The nurses would bring me food along with Bethany’s and I barely used the bathroom because I didn’t want to miss her waking up.

The news had gotten hold of Bethany’s condition so there were paps all over the place. Thank god the hospital had good security or they would be up my ass. According to Louis, they’re up all their asses about us but…they haven’t said a word.

“Here Mr. Styles.” The nurse said, handing me a tray of food. I nodded, thankful and put it on the tray next to me. They started pouring the medication into the tubes that led into her body. Watching it used to make me sick, but now it was a daily thing to see now.

“How is she?” I whispered, scared to know.

“She’s a fighter…she may not want to wake up, but she’s fighting to live.” The nurse said. I nodded and looked at her like I did all day every day. The nurse finished with Bethany’s medications and walked out, but not without giving me a sympathetic look. I sighed and stood up and leaned over the rail on Bethany’s bed so I could see her better.

“Hey baby.” I paused and sighed. “I miss you so much…your laugh, your smile…I miss you in general. I want my beautiful girl back. I want my fighter back.” I sighed again when she remained unmoved. “A lot has happened since you’ve been asleep. I mean, the Australian conference went well according to the guys. Bradie and Zee are really worried about you. They stop by every once and awhile but they spend a lot of their time at home. I don’t know why…I haven’t left this room. I don’t want to miss the moment when you open those beautiful blue eyes…” The heart monitor ticked faster for half a second before slowing down again. I sighed but looked back at Bethany. I lay down next to her and cuddled up to her side as best as I could without moving her. “I love you Bethany. I’m never going to leave your side; I couldn’t bear it. You are everything I could ever ask for. You’re perfect in my eyes- your imperfections are what make you perfect. You’re much more than I could ever ask for. I’m…I’m so glad I fought Zayn for you…I love you…” I whispered before I dozed off into a light sleep.



The roof of my mouth felt sticky, my muscles ached from being unmoved, and my eyes felt heavy. I tried to move but couldn’t. I forced my eyes open and saw tubes going in and out of me. It almost made me feel sick. I looked to the other side of me, thinking there was a barrier, but saw Harry fast asleep next to me. I smiled and pushed his curls away from his face. For the first time in a long time…I felt free.



She’s awake…she’s waiting for you. She still loves you. She’s coming back to you. She never wanted to leave you. She thought she made your life more difficult…she came back for you.

I shook my head and started stretching. I yawned, without opening my eyes. When I did, I saw Bethany soundly asleep, but…she moved. She was on her side, smiling, and breathing normally. My breath caught in my throat and I started crying. I pressed a small kiss to her lips and she stirred. I held my breath as I saw her eye’s flutter open.

“I’m back…” She whispered hoarsely, making me break down in tears. I lay back down next to her and brought her to me, holding her close as I cried into her neck.

“I love you.” I whispered over and over again into her neck. 

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