Cocktails and Cigarettes

When Bethany has relationship problems, she finds comfort in going to clubs and drinking. So what happened when she begins to shadow Lou Teasdale? Will her and Harry hit it off, or will she push him away because the cocktails and cigarettes bring her more comfort? *Includes self harm references/actions, cursing, sex, smoking, and alcohol*


21. Ch. 21


I was watching Bethany sleep peacefully. She looked beautiful. The way her chest moved when she breathed slowly and how her hair spread out all over the pillow was just perfect. Everything about her was just seemingly perfect. I wanted for nothing more than to hold her in my arms. I was about to crawl into bed with her when my phone started ringing. I quickly grabbed it and walked out to the other room.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Hey mate, it’s Louis.”

“Hey boo bear; what’s up?”

“Zayn and I wanted to know if you wanted to go grab a few drinks.”

“Yeah, sure; why not?”

“Great; we’ll meet you in the lobby in ten.”

“Okay.” I said, hanging up. I walked into my room quietly and changed into jeans and a dress shirt before walking down to the lobby where Zayn and Louis were waiting.

“Hey mate.” Zayn and Louis said as I walked up. I smiled as we walked out to our car and took the short ride to the bar.

“Are you excited for the interviews tomorrow?” Louis asked as we sat down at the bar and ordered some beers.

“I’d rater just spend the day with Bethany.”

“We all know you would but we have the last day or so to spend on our own time.”

“Yeah…she needs it. She’s beat up.”

“Yeah she looked really knackered on the way home from the concert today.” Zayn pointed out.

“She really did…” Louis said, nodding his head in agreement. “Is she ready for tomorrow?”

“I hope so…I didn’t even get to say goodnight before she was out cold.”

“God damn…” Zayn said, shaking his head. “She really needed the sleep.” I nodded and started on my beer. We sat there and talked about the rest of the trip, our girlfriends, and then Louis and Zayn brought up what was going to happen to Bethany and I when we got back to England. I pushed that subject to the side, not wanting to talk about it because even I was scared of what would happen.

The next morning, I woke up next to Bethany. She was still sound asleep. I rolled over to look at the clock and it wasn’t even ten yet, which was when we needed to be awake. I pulled myself out of bed and walked into the kitchen.

“Hello, room service?” I said into the phone.

“Ye s sir?”

“Yeah, I would like the deluxe breakfast delivered at ten please.”

“Yes sir; what room number?” I told them my room number and hung up, hoping Bethany didn’t hear me.

At ten exactly on the dot, the breakfast was delivered which meant Bethany wasn’t far behind. I paid them and laid the breakfast out on trays so when she woke up, I would be able to give it to her. After I got the platter made up, I walked into the room just as she was hitting the snooze button on her alarm.

“Good morning baby.” I whispered. She rolled over and looked at me with sleepy eyes.

“What’s that?” She grumbled. I walked over and placed it on her lap and she gave me a weak smile.

“That’s sweet of you.” Her voice was coated in sleep, but she still sounded beautiful. She slowly started eating while I showered. “Room for one more?” I turned around as I was washing the soap off my body and saw Bethany standing there in just a towel.

“Yeah, of course.” She slowly dropped the towel and stepped into the shower. I pulled her close to me, making her giggle.

“Harry, I’m here to shower.” I groaned and dug my face into her shoulder.


“No; I’m here to actually shower with you.” I laughed, making her smile. We finished our shower and then stepped out so Bethany could get ready. 

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