Erase My Memories

You would think Bethany is a typical American teen girl, until she attempts suicide. She spends a couple months in a psych ward, and when she is let out, her parents send her to live with her mom's best friend in London, who just happens to have a son her age, Niall Horan. The two become very close friends, but when Bethany gets to know Niall's best friend, Harry Styles...Bethany starts to grow attached, much to her horror. And much more, Harry too has quite the past. Can the two over-look the past and present problems, or will life itself destroy their relationship?

*Includes self harm, alcohol, sex, and cursing*

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2. Chapter 1

 

Bethany:

I was getting off the plane that was leaving me in London. I sighed as I slowly started walking to baggage claim. Everyone here knew what they were doing and why they were here…than there’s me. I mean, I know why I’m here I just don’t understand why my parents had to do this. I would’ve been fine at home too; if anything, this is worse.

I grabbed my bags from the conveyer belt and sighed as I started wheeling my suitcases with a couple duffel bags cutting off circulation in my hands and arms…not that I really minded too much.

“Bethany? Bethany Wacker, is that you?!” A lady came rushing towards me and hugged me tightly. I assumed this was my mom’s friend, Maura.

“Maura Horan?” I asked.

“Yes love, of course.” I noticed a think Irish accent in her voice, not a British one, slightly throwing me off. I shrugged it off, not really wanting to ask her life story because I really didn’t want to know.

“My mom said I would be staying with you until you thought I was stable enough to go home, right?”

“That’s right dear. I’m sure you’ll be fine in no time, but until then you’ll have Niall to keep you company.”

“Niall?” I asked slowly.

“Yes, my son; one of them anyway. Greg is away at UNI right now. Niall is the same age as you…you’ll get along great with him. He always knows how to put a smile on someone’s face.

“Okay.” I said softly, not really in the mood for talking. Maura must’ve picked up on it and gave me a sympathetic look. I looked away, not wanting the sympathy.

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