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*

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27. Ch. 27

Rita:

“So guess who I met!” I yelled over the music.

“Who?” Harry asked, sounding amused.

“Bethany.” Harry froze up and looked at me with a funny look in his eyes. “What? I went to compliment some girl on her shoes and turns out, she was your ex or whatever.”

“Bethany was here?” Harry asked, looking around.

“Yeah she was over at the…the…”

“Where?!”

“The bar…but she’s gone now.”

“Rita, why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

“I literally just got back from talking to her! Jesus…how early did you want me to tell you? Before I met her?”

“That’s not what I meant…”

“I know Harry; you just miss her.”

“I do not! She hurt me, she’s nothing to me.”

“Yeah, okay; you keep telling yourself that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Harry asked, getting all defensive.

“Haz, if she meant nothing to you, you wouldn’t be getting defensive. You need to calm down and just forget about what happened. Simon got to her and you know that. She still works for you, doesn’t she?”

“I don’t think for much longer…”

“Well…until she stops, you have a chance don’t you?”

“Not exactly…”

“What do you mean not exactly?”

“Well…I mean…she only comes to work for us if Lou needs her to.”

“Get Lou to need Bethany.”

“I can’t just do that…”

“If you really want to talk to Bethany, you would.”

“This isn’t about Bethany anymore.”

“Then what is this all about? Proving you’re over her when in reality you aren’t? That’s a real dick move, Haz. I figured you were better than that.” I shook my head and walked off, done with Harry’s shit for the night. I walked around, saying goodbye to everyone but Harry and climbed into my car, going home.

 

Harry:

She was tired of my shit? What about her shit? I wouldn’t have this problem if she had kept her damn mouth shut about Bethany. Okay so maybe I did want to make her jealous of what she was missing, but it wasn’t my fault she left me- it was her’s.

“Haz, you alright mate?” I looked up and saw Liam in front of me.

“Oh…yeah, why?”

“You’re in the middle of a dance floor, not dancing, and staring at the floor; I mean, call me crazy but that isn’t exactly normal.”

“I’m fine.” I nodded, pushed around him, and made my way to the bar.

“What can I get you Styles?”

“You know me?” I asked the bartender.

“Yeah, Beth has been watching you all night. Why?”

“She talks about me…?”

“Not really; just watches. She hasn’t said more than two words to me since you two ended it.”

“She ended it with me…”

“Because of Simon, yeah…I know.”

“Can I ask how you know…erm…Beth?”

“Yeah, she’s a regular. She’s always here. I can’t name one week where she missed a day. She practically lives here.”

“Right…and she opens up with you?”

“Yeah, we’re friends.” The bartender shrugged it off like it was nothing when in reality it was everything.

“Oh…well…I’m pretty over it. I mean, it isn’t like we were in a relationship for that long.”

“Uh huh…” The bartender nodded again.

“What?”

“Call me back over when you plan on telling me the truth. Meanwhile, here’s your drink. “

“WAIT!” I called after him.

“What’s up?”I paused and looked at the glass.

“How did you know this was my favorite drink?”

“Beth paid for about five rounds of those for you before she left; lucky you, huh? Too bad you’re over her.” The bartender walked way and I swallowed tightly. What was I thinking, trying to pretend to be over her? There was no way I could pretend to be over someone I was madly in love with…there was no damn way.

 

Bethany:

He was clearly over me. He probably had a thing with that blonde girl. She was probably trying to get into my head just so she could turn me over to the public. I sighed, not really wanting to go to school ever again since the news about Harry and I got out. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

As soon as I got home, I cleaned myself up and laid everything out for school the next day. I had to show my face or I would be laughing stock of the school if I wasn’t already.

I sighed as I climbed into bed that night with a cup of tea next to me to calm my body down, to stop my brain from thinking, just so it could all end; I wanted it to end.

I rummaged through my nightstand drawer and pulled out a razor. I held it to my wrist and watched as the blood dripped down my arm. I did this until I passed out from lack of blood. Besides…I always wake up in the morning. 

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