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*


21. Chapter 20


When we got back home around two in the morning, Maura had left a note saying she had gone to bed and not to make too much noise. Niall and I followed that by going downstairs to watching Fired Up. We were cuddling under blankets with popcorn on our laps, laughing along with the movie when around three, Niall’s phone rang. I excused myself to the bathroom so I could give him some privacy since whoever was calling this late had a reason most likely.

I had walked up the stairs and went to the bathroom than went to my room to get socks for my feet since I was growing cold. As I pulled the last one on, I heard a soft tap on my door.

“Come in!” I called. Niall opened the door, pale as ever. “What is it?”

“Harry’s been arrested again. I’ll be back.”

“I’m coming. Let me just put shoes on.” Niall nodded and made his way downstairs to start his car. I went under my bed and grabbed my box full of money- thousands upon thousands sat in that box. I grabbed five thousand and ran down to meet Niall in the car, hiding the money.

A half hour later, we arrived at the station. Niall wasn’t surprised, but apparently Harry had done something really bad this time and they couldn’t afford bail. Louis, Liam, and Zayn were waiting for us already.

“Bad news…” Louis said. “The bail is three thousand…and none of us have that much.” Niall put his hands over his face.

“Let me talk to the guy.” I said.

“What are you going to do to get Harry out of jail?” Zayn asked.

“I can do a lot.” I walked inside with the boys behind me.

“I thought we told you to leave.”

“Just me, sir.” I said. He nodded and led me back to his office.

“How can I help you?”

“I’d like to bail Harry out of jail.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Where would a girl like you find three thousand?” I reached in my back pocket and threw three thousand on the table. His eyes grew wide but accepted the money without question. “You can follow me.” He walked out, playing with his keys.

“What did you do?” Liam asked me. I stayed quiet as we followed the officer to get Harry.

“You’ve been bailed out again, Harry.” Harry had a goofy smile on his face, clearly drunk.

“By who?” He was slurring his words.

“The young lady.” I gave a half wave and I felt everyone turn to me.

“Bethany? You bailed me out?” I nodded and he stumbled over to me and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. “Thank you.” He slurred.

“And you’re drunk.” I said, tasting the beer on my lips. Harry smiled and nodded happily. I sighed and flung his arm around my neck and dragged him to Niall’s car with the boys following behind me.

Niall drove us home silently. He was gripping the steering wheel tightly as Harry was snoring in the backseat. I was looking out the window, afraid to say anything.

When we got home, Niall helped me carry Harry to bed, which was sound asleep. Niall practically threw him down, which made him get a dirty look from me. He shrugged and I rolled my eyes before tucking Harry into his bed. Afterwards, I followed Niall downstairs.



Okay so maybe I was a little annoyed and hurt. I mean Bethany paid his bail which is fine I guess but it made me wonder again why she was here in the first place. Then there was the fact that Harry kissed her. He can’t kiss my girl. It doesn’t work like that. She’s been my girl since we were kids.

“What the hell was that about?!” Bethany demanded as we reached the basement to clean up.

“What was what?”

“With Harry!”


“Don’t you dare say ‘nothing’ to me, Niall James Horan; that was clearly something!”

“I want to know why you’re here, I want you to like me, not him, and I want to know everything about you that I’ve missed, but Harry seems to know you better!”

“THAT’S BECAUSE WE PRACTICALLY LIVE THE SAME GODDAMN LIVES NIALL!” She screamed, making me step back. “Leave me alone…I can’t handle this right now. You don’t need to know what I’ve been through.” She pushed past me and stormed upstairs, leaving me alone. I angrily ran my fingers through my hair, knowing damn well that if she wanted to talk, she would’ve come to me. Great job Niall…great fucking job screwing that one up. 

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