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*


27. Chapter 26


When we got to the club Harry had his arm draped around my waist. He had me practically hanging all over him but if I wanted to win him over, and this was how I had to do it…let’s go.

“Okay, ready?” Harry screamed into my ear over the music. I nodded wordlessly as I saw all the people walking around with shots between their boobs and people taking them with their teeth. “Take one.”

“One what?”

“One of those shots.” I blushed but walked up to one of them with Harry behind me.

“Would you like one, sir?” The girl asked. He smirked and shook his head.

“No, but she would.” The girl looked at me and smiled. I bit my lip and smirked, making her blush.

“Not used to stuff like this?”

“Not really…” She shrugged it off. I walked closer to her, taking my sweet time for Harry who I knew was getting impatient behind me. I finally reached down and pulled the shot out and took it. I handed the glass back to the girl and she blushed again.

“Thanks.” I winked at her and she blushed again before I turned to face Harry. He nodded with a smirk on his face.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I smirked and nodded.

“Welcome to the game, Styles.”

“This is my game.”

“Try and keep up with me than.” I said as I brushed by him. He watched me as I went to the dance floor and started dancing. Not thirty seconds later, I had a pair of hands on my waist and an over-aged man on me. This didn’t stop me though, I kept going. I looked up at Harry and I could tell he was getting angry. I turned to face who I thought was over aged man and noticed he wasn’t over aged at all- he was another kid that snuck in. I smiled and moved closer to him. Not seconds later, I felt another set of hands on me. When I glanced behind me, I realized it was Harry.

“She’s mine.” Harry spat at the boy.

“Yeah, okay. I bet she is.” The boy yelled back, making Harry even angrier.

“I thought this was all a game to you?” I asked, smirking, as I turned to Harry. He grew bright red with anger and embarrassment.

“It was until he showed up. You don’t even know who he is!”

“Is Harry jealous?” I asked, smirking.


“Okay, than excuse me while I dance with…uhm…your name?”


“Trevor.” I said, turning back to Harry. Harry stormed away and I turned to Trevor.

“Who’s he anyway?”

“I live with him. He thinks this is all a game. He’s trying to play against the best.”

“I think you’re winning.” I laughed when I looked over my shoulder and saw Harry stubbornly taking shot after shot watching us. “Maybe you should go back to him.”

“You don’t’ mind?”

“Nah, I got my dance.” I laughed and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks for the dance.” I said as I walked over to Harry. I placed myself between his legs and leaned in close to him. “2-0, me.” I whispered as I started nipping at his neck again.

“You can’t beat me at my own game.” Harry gasped.

“But I already have. You already almost fought someone for me.”

“That meant nothing.”

“Deny me all you want Styles…I still want you.” I pulled away from him and his eyes were wide. I giggled and waved. “Excuse me while I go to the bathroom.” I walked away, making sure I moved my hips a little extra to give him a little show; and just to top it off, I hitched up the bottom of my dress a little extra.



Damn she really was good. I didn’t expect her to be this good. I had in my mind that I would be the one making her jealous, not the other way around. I hopped off my stool as she started to disappear and I followed her. I pushed through people, my eyes on the back of her head. When she reached the door, I pushed it open and pulled her in behind me. She gasped but I quickly pressed my lips to her and started grinding on her to the beat of the music, making her moan. Damn, did I like it when she moaned. It turned me on so much more.

I tried pushing her into a stall so I could take her dress off but she pushed me away and smiled at me with a devilish hint in her eyes. She started playing with my tie before abruptly pushing me away even more and walking back out. Damnit.

I followed her out again and tried to chase her but I was too late. She was already sitting at the bar, talking to someone else. I was too jealous at this point to even try and find some semi-decent aged girl to take back into the bathroom. But that all changed when I felt someone bump into me.

“I’m so sorry!” The girl exclaimed, as she tried to wipe it off. I glanced at Bethany and noticed she had noticed the girl.

“No, it’s totally okay.” I smirked and looked down at her. She was young enough to make Bethany jealous.

“Are you sure?” She sounded so frightened but I gave her a soft smile.

“How about you give me a dance.” I smiled and she sighed with relief.

“I’d love to dance with you.” I took her hand and pulled her to the dance floor and started grinding on her. I looked up and met Bethany’s eyes who was barely even paying attention. She would glance over once and awhile but not often enough to convince me she was jealous. Damnit. Another point for her.



Watching Harry get all frustrated because he didn’t think I was jealous was kind of a turn on. I was jealous, very jealous; I just knew how to hide it well; 3-0, me. The man I was talking to had gotten up and walked away so it was just me, flirting with the 18 year old bartender. Not seconds later after I was, I felt hands grab my body and whip me around to face them. Harry was angry.

“Awe…is Harry angry?” I said in my best baby voice. Harry shot me daggers and dragged me out of the club. He hailed a cab and practically threw me in it when one stopped for us. The ride home, he had a tight grip on my leg and I was actually beginning to get more turned on.

When we got home, the house was dark and quiet. Harry yanked me up to his room and closed and locked his door. He turned to me and pushed me against the wall.

“You think it’s fun making me jealous?”

“How else was I supposed to win?” I asked, smirking.


“I find it funny- someone finally beat you in your own game.” Harry clenched his fists, getting more and angrier at me. “Go ahead…get your anger out on me.” I challenged. Harry’s eyes met mine and through all the anger, I saw the want and need. I knew he wasn’t going to make the first move so I clenched his shirt and pulled him to me so our bodies were touching. “3-1…still me.” I whispered before pressing my lips to his.

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