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


31. Interview


I watched her as she slept, unable to tear my gaze from her. I was worried if I let her out of my sight for one moment, she’d be gone. Watching her sleep made me smile. I wanted for nothing more than for her to get better. Watching her hurt and suffer was the worst thing I could ever watch. The only thing I wasn’t exactly looking forward to was answering to the public. It wasn’t exactly hidden knowledge that Bethany had tried to kill herself, so I knew to some extent, I would have to talk about what she had done to herself and why.



When I woke up, Harry was asleep next to me. It was the next morning- I had slept through most of yesterday and up to about eleven this morning or afternoon- whichever you call it. I leaned over and gently kissed his head before making my way downstairs. Everyone was in the kitchen and when I walked in, they all went quiet.

“What…?” I asked quietly.

“Uhm…management called…” Liam said slowly. “They need you and Harry to go to an interview to clear everything up…” Tears started to fill my eyes. Did management really have to do this to me? I literally just got out of the hospital yesterday and they already have me going to interviews about why I was in the hospital in the first place?

“What’s going on?” I turned and saw Harry standing there. “Baby, what’s wrong?!” Harry wiped my tears away but they kept falling.

“Management is forcing you two to go to an interview to clear up Bethany’s…situation.” Liam repeated.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” Harry screamed. I reached out and touched his arm.

“We might as well get it over with…” I whispered.

“But baby…are you sure you’re up for this?” Harry whispered.

“No, but…I don’t want to cause more problems with management. They probably hate me already because you left Australia for me.”

“As long as you want to go…” Harry said slowly. I shrugged and nodded.

An hour later, Harry and I were in a car being transported to the interview. When we pulled up to the office, paps were everywhere. As soon as they saw the car, they were practically jumping on it. It honestly gave me anxiety and I almost freaked out.

“You’ll be okay; just…remember the necklace I gave you.” Harry whispered to me. I nodded and grabbed hold of the necklace with one hand, and his hand with the other. He pulled me through thr crowd of paps. I was beginning to tear up but held it back because I didn’t want that pictured everywhere- me crying over a large crowd of people.

When we got inside, we were brought to makeup so we wouldn’t look awful. They didn’t bother to touch my scars because putting makeup on them would hurt and make them itch. The last thing I wanted was for me to itch them and then the stitches fall out.

A half hour later, we were sitting in chairs, about to go live. I was nervous and playing with Harry’s necklace while he was gripping my other hand tightly, but not too tight to hurt me.

“Welcome back; we have here Harry Styles and his girlfriend, Bethany Joy. Tell us, what led you to do what you did?” I got a microphone shoved in my face and all I did was look at it.

“People like you.” I finally said, making people gasp. “People who think my personal life is their business is the reason I have problems. Stay the god damn fuck out of my life and there won’t be a problem with me at all.” The interviewer slowly moved the microphone away and brought it back to her mouth.

“How have you been dealing with this?” She asked Harry. I nudged Harry and he smirked at me, knowing he was going along with me.

“I’d be dealing with it a lot better if you people would stay out of it.”

“Well…uhm…how are you feeling, Bethany?”

“If I was able to go home and sleep, I’d be a hell of a lot better.”

“Okay well…I guess that’s all the questions we have for you. When we come back, we’ll have another special guest- don’t go anywhere.” It cut to commercial and Harry and I were escorted back out to our car and brought home.

When we got home, we all had a good laugh about it before I went back up to bed. The doctors said it would be normal for me to be sleeping a lot since I wasn’t used to being awake so they said as long as I was up and active for at least an hour, it was good enough for now. But after the interview, some lunch, and hanging out with everyone, I was more than ready for bed- which is exactly where I went as soon as lunch was over.

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