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


3. New York



The next morning, Zayn woke me up happily so I could get ready for New York City. It was ten in the morning and I had texted Bradie and Zee already, waking them up. Bradie was up and watching TV so I told her I was coming to pick her up and Zee on the other hand, was still sleeping and I knew she wouldn’t be up until almost one in the afternoon if she had her way.

“Boys, Bethany, are you ready?” Paul asked as I walked into my kitchen around noon.

“Yeah, I am. Zee and Bradie are ready too.” I said.

“Excuse me?” Paul asked.

“Yeah, we need to get two more people. It’s not like we have to be there until tomorrow.” Zayn pointed out.

“You’re going to get a damn good ass-beating, Zayn.” Paul growled.

“Hey, don’t hurt him!” Liam called, taking Zayn in his arms. I giggled and looked over at Harry who was sitting on our couch, tying his shoes. I bit on my lip and I felt Zayn’s’ gaze on me.

“Then we should really be going if we’re getting extra people.” Paul said.

“Don’t worry Paul; they’re both on the way.” I said happily. Paul looked at me and shook his head.

“Everyone…in the car. Now.” Paul demanded. I hugged my parent’s goodbye and followed the boys out to the car.

I’m coming to get you now.

Okay…I’ll be outside. Why did you suddenly decide we were going to the city, anyway? – Zee

I just felt like going. I figured you and Bradie would want to come with me to keep me company.

You know One Direction is in the city, right? – Zee 

I heard they got lost and never showed up to their hotel last night. The fans were devastated.

I don’t remember seeing that… - Zee

I’m here.

I got out of the car and walked up to Zee’s house since I knew she was going to be another ten minutes knowing her. I walked inside and she was slipping her shoes on.

“I told you I’d be outside.” Zee said.

“But you weren’t so I came in.” I smirked and Zee rolled her eyes. We both walked outside and Zee stopped short.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Zee asked me.

“It sort of was just sitting in my driveway when I got home yesterday.” I said, shrugging.

“Yeah, okay.” Zee rolled her eyes and went up to the door with me behind her. She flung the door back and gasped. “ZAYN!” I giggled as Zee dove into the car on Zayn’s lap. I crawled in, laughing. “Did you plan on telling me?” Zee asked me.

“Zayn is in America.” I said, making Zayn laugh.

No shit.” Zee rolled her eyes and turned to Zayn. “It’s good to see you again.” Zee gave him a side hug and he kissed her cheek.

“It’s good to see you too.” Zayn said. “Can we get Bradie now, please? I miss her too!”

“Yes Zayn…does she know we’re coming?” Paul asked slowly.

“She knows Bethany is coming…” Zayn pointed out.

“Alright…how do we get there?” Paul asked. I started giving him directions to Bradie’s house. When we were five minutes away from her house, I texted, telling her to be outside.

When we pulled up, Bradie was standing in her doorway with her head inside. I rolled the window down and hung half of my body out.

“BRADIE, LET’S MOVE! WE’RE ON A TIGHT SCHEDULE!” I yelled. Bradie closed the door and came stumbling down the stairs.

“Who’s ‘we’?” Bradie asked as she opened the door. Her mouth dropped and then formed a smile. “OH MU GOD, ZAYN!” Bradie jumped in and hugged Zayn.

“Hey, I’ve missed you too.” Zayn smirked.

“Way to visit us.” Bradie said as she got off him and sat next to me.

“It isn’t really my fault. I was busy.” Zayn protested.

“Chill out…we know. It’s all over the news.” Zee said.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Bradie said, holding up a hand. I giggled and looked up from my lap. Harry was looking at me and I smiled at him. I felt Zayn looking down at me so I looked up at him and he was looking back and forth between us. The car started up again and we were on our way into the city.  

When we got into the city, we were ushered into the hotel. There were fans and paparazzi everywhere we turned. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, the flashes from the cameras were on and blinding me. I had my eyes half closed and tripped over someone.

“SHIT!” I screeched. Before I could hit the ground, I felt someone grab my arm. A second later, the second hand was a on my waist pulling me up. I shot up and was face to face with Harry.



“Th…thanks…” She stammered. I caught her eyes and you could tell she was a little scared but at the same time, thankful.

“Sure thing.” I whispered. I felt Liam nudge me from behind so I grabbed her arm and pushed her through the crowd in front of us.

When we got inside, I could feel Zayn staring daggers at me as I dropped Bethany’s arm. I started running my hands through my hair, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone in the room.

“Excuse me.” I said before anyone could talk to me. I made my way down the hall to the bedroom Niall and I would be sharing. I threw myself on the bed. I picked up one of the pillows and held it over my face.

How stupid could you have been? You know Zayn hates it when you even look at her, so why grab her in front of the paparazzi? So she wouldn’t fall on her face, that’s why Harry. Why didn’t you just let her fall and make a fool of herself? Because that’s mean…why would that thought even cross your mind?

“What part of I don’t want you talking to Bethany, don’t you understand?” I moved the pillow from my face and looked up; Zayn was standing in the doorway.

“I didn’t want her to face plant in front of everyone!” I said back.

“I don’t want you near her. I don’t want you to hurt her.”

“What part of I was just helping, don’t you get? Why are you so set on thinking I’m going to hurt her?”

“I see how you look at her, Harry. She’s vulnerable…she’s a girl.”

“I would assume so; what’s the big deal? Do you like her or something?!” I pulled myself up and off the bed and got into Zayn’s face.

“She’s like my sister…I don’t like her like that.” Zayn whispered.

“Then let her pick. She can live her own life, right?” I said through gritted teeth.

“So you do like her?”

“Who wouldn’t? She’s beautiful, funny, she seems to be like a very caring person and I’m more than open to getting to know her better.”

“I wouldn’t suggest that.” Zayn’s mouth was in a straight line and his cheeks were turning red.

“You think I’m beautiful?” Zayn whipped around and we saw Bethany standing in the doorway. Shit.

“Yeah, I mean…who wouldn’t?” I stammered as I took a step back from Zayn and started running my hands through my hair as a nervous habit of mine.

“Bethany, go back to the living room.” Zayn demanded.

“Why? So you can yell at Harry more for making sure I didn’t face plant? I didn’t see you doing anything about it.” Bethany shot back. “Why in hell do you have such a problem with this?”

“You’re like my sister; Harry is like a brother…it’s like my little sister dating my best friend- wrong.” Zayn pointed to her.

“Then you’re going to have to find a way to deal with it.” Bethany shot back. She walked into the room and put herself between Zayn and me so her back was touching my chest and the front of her was touching Zayn’s chest. “Because I’m going to like who I like, talk to who I want, and do with my life what I want.”

“I’m not letting you two date.” Zayn growled at her.

“Then you won’t need to know.” Bethany said. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him into a wall. “And that’s for being an asshole to Harry and trying to control me.” Bethany stormed out of the room without another word.

“Thanks a fuckin lot.” Zayn grumbled. He left my room, calling Bethany’s name as he ran out. I fell back on the bed and pulled the pillow over my face again, trying not to scream.

“Not bad.” I jumped at the sound of a girl’s voice. I looked up and I think it was the girl Bradie that Bethany, Zee, and Zayn were telling us about.

“Bradie, right?” I asked, just to be sure.

“Yeah.” She nodded and sat on the edge of my bed. I dropped the pillow back on my head and fell back again. “So, can you explain something to me?”

“Sure, why not? What’s up?” I asked into the pillow.

“Why is Zayn acting like your and Bethany’s father?” I moved the pillow from my face and looked up at her. She was looking at me and she shrugged. “I mean, why are you letting him control you? Ask her out or something.”

“You know…I’m going to do just that.” I said as I got off my bed. Bradie had a point- Zayn had no control over what Bethany and I did. If she was happy, isn’t that what he should be concerned about since he claims to treat her like a sister?

“Glad I could help!” She called to me as I walked out of my room. I walked into the living room and everyone was there. Bethany looked pissed, as did Zayn.

“Bethany…?” I asked. Everyone in the room looked up at me. Her eyes softened but Zayn’s grew even sharper than before. “Do you have dinner plans?” A smile slowly grew on her face and her eyes sparkled.

“You tell me.”

“How does seven sound?”

“That sounds perfect.” She smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Great; I’m going to shower so I don’t smell bad when I take you out.” She giggled and her eyes sparkled again.

“Okay.” She laughed again as I walked out and back to my room. I passed Bradie on my way back and she winked at me.

“Not bad Styles.” She nudged my shoulder and I smiled at her.

“Thanks.” I said.

“No problem.” She said as she kept walking away. “Oh, but…I want to go on a double date.” She said, stopping me.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“It doesn’t need to be tonight, but I want to go on a double date with you, Niall, and Bethany.” I smirked and shook my head.

“Niall?” I asked.

“Yeah, the snowflake- got a problem?”

“None here. I’ll see what I can do.” I said and tuned back around so I could go shower.



“You aren’t going.” Zayn said as he pulled me into mine, Bradie’s, and Zee’s room for the next couple of days.

“Try and fuckin stop me!” I yelled.

“I’m not letting you leave this fuckin hotel! I’m not letting you go out with him!”

“WHY THE FUCKIN HELL NOT?!” I screamed, getting angry. Zayn closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Because the last time you dated someone across the country, you got depressed because you couldn’t see him. I’m not letting that happen to you a second time.” Zayn said calmly.

“That was Mike…this is Harry; that was two years ago, this is now. Why won’t you let me go?!” I felt tears begin to prick my eyes, hating it. I didn’t want to cry over this.

“If you want to go, I go too.” Zayn grumbled.

“No; I don’t need a chaperone. I’m not five!” The tears started falling and I knew Zayn was about to give in; he has always been a sucker for tears.

“Home by midnight; got it?” Zayn finally sighed.

“Fine.” I grumbled. “Now get the fuck out before I knock you out.” Zayn backed out of my room and I fell onto my bed in tears.

“Bethany?” I didn’t move from my bed and I heard someone close the door behind them quietly. “Zayn is just trying to be a good friend.” I looked up through my tear filled eyes and saw Zee.

“How would you feel if he did this to you?” I whispered.

“I’d probably react like this but…this wouldn’t be the first time you dated someone far away. He wants to make sure you won’t end up cutting over this again.”

“Why doesn’t anyone believe that I can handle it? We aren’t even dating! We’re going out to dinner!”

“I believe you can be strong and handle it…but I am worried a little bit too.” I felt her wipe tears from my eyes. She pushed some hair that was sticking to my face away and lay down next to me. “You’re going to be fine; Zayn will get over it soon enough.”

“You think so?” I sniffled out.

“I know so.” Zee put her arms around me and held me tightly as I cried into her.

At seven, with the help of Zee, I was almost ready to go with Harry to dinner. I was trying to find my sneakers in my duffel bag while Zee was looking for my purse that was thrown somewhere in my room.



I was sitting on the couch, getting eye daggers from Zayn, and happy smiles from Bradie and Niall. Since Niall knew how much this meant to me, he was so excited. I don’t think he noticed the looks Zayn was giving me at all.

“I’m finally ready.” Bethany said. I jumped up from the couch, grateful that I could get away from Zayn’s stares. I turned to face her and froze when I saw her.

“You…uh…you look nice.” I stammered. She looked down at her outfit, then back up at me and smiled.


“Uh…are you ready?” I asked, running my hands through my hair.

“I already said I was.” Bethany smirked.

“Oh, right…yeah. Let’s go than.” I said as I led her out of the hotel.

“BE BACK BY MIDNIGHT!” Zayn yelled after us.

“Zayn, stop being a prick and let them stay out as long as they want.” Niall demanded. “YOU TWO DON’T HAVE A CURFEW- IGNORE ZAYN!” Niall called out as we shut the door behind us.



“It would really freak Zayn out if we didn’t even come home after tonight.” I joked. Harry laughed and shoved his hands in his pockets. He was in a plain white t shirt with dark jeans and a belt that was meant to hold pants up, but it didn’t really do that for him. His pants were below his bum and you could see his Calvin Klein boxers peaking out of the top of his jeans. He had some necklace chains on and a few macramé bracelets on his wrist that had slid up because of him shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I agree that it would. But I don’t think it would be that brilliant of an idea.” Harry paused and looked down at me. “Zayn normally isn’t like this. I’ve never seen him like this. Not even when he’s pissed…”

“He seems pretty pissed…” I pointed out. “He doesn’t like this at all and…we’re just friends.”

“I mean drunk.” Harry smirked.


“Pissed in British slang means drunk; like, how you say hammered or smashed, we say pissed.”

“I get it; thanks Harry.” I said as I rolled my eyes.

“You’re very welcome.” I laughed quietly as we continued our walk. It was a warm evening and Harry didn’t want to sit in a car when we would walk pretty much everywhere we needed to get to. And I wouldn’t want to sit in a car if it was a night like this.

My only problem was that I knew people were following us. I could see the flash from the paparazzi, which meant there would be rumors starting tomorrow about Harry and I, and a lot of hate waiting for me on the other end.

“You alright? You seem a bit down.” Harry asked me suddenly.

“Oh, yeah, great.” I said, forcing a smile at him.

“There isn’t any reason to lie.” Harry said seriously.

“Who said I wasn’t great?” I looked up at Harry. He still had both hands shoved in his pockets and was looking down at me intently.

“You’re eyes.” He said softly.

“How can you tell what they’re saying?”

“By the emotion they show. I mean, your smile is damn good at hiding all the hurt but your eyes… maybe to someone who barely knows you, you keep it hidden, but…not to me. I can see through it.”

“You…you can see all I’ve been through just by looking into my eyes?”

“It isn’t that hard.” Harry paused. “So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing really…I mean…aren’t you worried about the rumors that will start up about us because of tonight?” Harry shrugged his shoulders and looked back up.

“Not really; because we haven’t touched, we haven’t kissed…what rumors are going to get started?”

“You can get a lot off of two people just looking at each other.” I pointed out. Harry let out a small laugh and looked back down at me. His eyes caught mine and I couldn’t help but freeze. Harry stopped walking next to me and smiled down at me.

“I agree…so we might as well give them something to talk about.” Harry took a small step closer to me and brushed my hair out of my face.

“You mean Zayn?” I asked.

“Yeah…him too.” Harry slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled me to him so our bodies were touching. I felt my heart beat quicken but I couldn’t breathe. Harry moved his face closer to mine and I felt my eyes start to close. Last minute though, I felt his curls tickle my nose and his lips touched my cheek leaving a small, wet kiss before he pulled away. I saw the flashes from the camera die down again and I re-opened my eyes to look at Harry. He was smiling at me and I rolled my eyes.

“Prick.” I said, pushing him away. He stumbled back a few steps and laughed.

“Are you implying I was supposed to actually kiss you?!” I stayed silent and rolled my eyes again.

“I’m implying nothing!” I demanded. Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him and smirked.

“You wanted me to actually kiss you; don’t even try to lie.”

“Who said I was trying to?” I smirked and Harry smiled, pulling me to him even more.

“This means nothing?” Harry asked, holding out his picky to me. I laughed and wrapped my pinky with his.

“This means nothing.”

“And this is only to make the public go insane because we’re assholes like that?” I nodded and bit on my lip. “Good.” Harry put both his hands on the side of my face, leaned in, and pressed his lips to mine. I pushed forward so our bodies were touching and then reached up and grabbed his neck and stood up on my tiptoes.

His lips were soft and warm. The way they felt on mine was almost magical. I’ve never had this feeling about kissing any other guy…ever.

This one kiss turned into two, then three, and then more and more. Harry’s one hand left my face and he grabbed my hand and pulled me backwards to the street. He pulled away for a split second and held his arm up. A taxi stopped immediately and Harry pulled me in.

“Lose the paparazzi; do all the driving you need, I have the money.” Harry said. The driver nodded and floored it. As soon as the driver was off, Harry’s lips were pressed back to mine. 

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