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


35. Sick

I was quiet the whole car ride to see Bethany. I didn’t know what to do or say. I wouldn’t be okay until I knew for a fact nothing had happened back home, but even than I would be paranoid since this took place in England, not America. Damn was I scared.

“Niall, this is your stop.” Niall hopped out and waved to us as he went running to greet Bradie. Seeing the way he hugged her made me want to hold Bethany even more. Going two months without her has been the hardest thing ever.

About fifteen minutes later, we pulled into a housing development that belonged to Zee. We were almost there and I was growing more and more anxious.

When we pulled up and stopped in front of Zee’s house, Louis and I jumped out. We grabbed our bags and went up to the front door. When we knocked, we heard screams on the inside. We both looked at each other and shrugged before Carson, Zee’s little brother opened the door.

“Hey Cars.” Louis said slowly. “Are Zee and Bethany home.” Carson held up a hand and shook his head.

“Zee is helping Bethany.”

“With what…?” I asked, getting worried.

“She’s sick. We’ve been miserable all week.” I pushed past him and heard Bethany downstairs. I ran down and found Bethany hunched over the toilet with Zee pale as anything, holding her nose with one hand and Bethany’s hair out of her face with another.

“I got it Zee, you can leave.” I said. Zee opened her eyes and smiled painfully.

“Thanks.” I took Bethany’s hair as Zee walked out of the bathroom.

“Hey babe.” I whispered.

“Hey…” She mumbled right before she let another round of puke come up. I tried hard not to gag but puke has always grossed me out. After another five minutes, she finally stopped. I helped her up and washed her face with warm water. I picked her up afterwards and carried her up to her room and placed her in bed. It was a small bed but I curled up next to her somehow. She rolled into my arms and started to breathe softly; making it known she was asleep.

“I love you baby; I’m never leaving you again.” I whispered into her ear. She smiled softly in her sleep before letting it fall again. I smiled, pushing her hair away from her face so I could see her. Even when she was sick, she was beautiful. I was there for a good hour before I too, finally passed out next to her.

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