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*


4. Ch. 4


Around five, I was back at home. I was still thinking about that boy I met at the bar. I decided I was going to go out. Not to party or go clubbing but just to walk. Half of me was hoping I would run into that boy again.

I pulled on a hoodie and went out. I shoved my keys into my pocket and started my long walk past the club. I put my hood over my face and shoved my hands in my pockets. I looked down and started walking. I felt like I was walking forever but it didn't faze me.

" a rush?" I stopped when I felt someone slightly bump into me. I froze when I recognized the voice of the boy from the club last night. I slowly looked up and my eyes grew wide. The boy was defiantly taller than me, by a few inches at least. He was in tight, very tight blue skinny jeans and a plain white v neck t shirt that was tight, but not too tight. He had on a couple chains, a few macramé bracelets, and a pair of white converse.

"Not really." I finally said, after taking him in. He laughed quietly, making my heart beat faster.

"Are you going out like that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No...I'm just walking. I need to clear my head."

"Did more problems with the boyfriend erupt?"

"How do you know that I have a boyfriend?" I questioned. He laughed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"You told me last night." I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised I was so open with someone I had never met before.

"Wow...okay than." I said, nodding slowly.

"Harry." He said, holding out his hand to me.

"Excuse me...?" I asked quietly.

"My name; it's Harry." He repeated.

"Oh...well...hi." I said as I shook his hand.

"Do I get to know your name?"

"I don't think so." I said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"And why not?"

"It all seems more thrilling." I said with a smirk.

"What does?"

"Knowing that you know stuff about me that I don't ever remember telling you. Knowing that I've met you before yet I know nothing about you...we just somehow find each other."

"You find that thrilling?" Harry asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Are you telling me you don't; finding some random girl, having her spill her feeling out to you, and then leaving when you know you'll see her again."

"And when I see her again, she'll be tipsy so I get to take advantage of her?"

"Would you do that to her?" I asked, slightly seductively as I took a step closer to him.

"Hold on- did you have a few drinks in you before you went on this walk?" I shook my head and he smiled. "Would your boyfriend approve of this flirting?"

"It's not flirting if I don't want a relationship." I pointed out. Harry smirked and took a step back.

"It'd be wrong so I couldn't do something like that." My eyes grew wide. This was the first English boy I knew that didn't jump at the chance at getting in some girls pants. Harry took a couple steps closer to me so our bodies were practically touching. "However, once you two break up, you know where to find me." He whispered and took a step back. I swallowed deeply and looked back down, suddenly embarrassed. "I'll see you Friday." He turned and started walking away, leaving me there. I didn't realize it, but I was watching him leave. The way he moved made my head spin in circles; something I haven't felt in a year since Peyton and I started fighting constantly.

I quickly turned away, hoping he didn't see me watching him. I pulled my phone from my pocket and quickly dialed Bradie, hoping to god she would answer.

"Hello?" Bradie said on the last possible ring.

"BRADIE!" I practically yelled into the phone. She laughed quietly.

"What's up love?"

"I honestly don't know..." I said quietly.

"Well, what's going on? You normally only call me when you really need something, or you're bored. I'm going to assume by the sound of your voice, you need something."

"I don't even know where to start..." I said slowly.

"You already know what I'm going to say." Bradie pointed out. I laughed and smiled to myself as I started my walk home.

"Yeah, to start at the beginning."

"Exactly, so start there." Bradie said. I laughed quietly and told Bradie all about what happened at the bar the other night and what had just happened with the run in with Harry. "Wow...he seems pretty... different."

"That's what Zee said..."

"Zee knows what she's talking about. I honestly think you should see him again."

"How? I only know his name..."

"But didn't he say he would see you on Friday?"

"Well...yeah. He did but...maybe he was just saying that to get into my head; to play mind games."

"If he wanted to play games, wouldn't he have tried to get with you by now?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh don't over think anything. Just go see him again."


"Look, I need to go. I have work. I'll see you later love. Kisses."

"Bye..." I said as Bradie hung up the phone. I shoved my phone back I my pocket and my hands back into my pockets. I finished the walk home, and crashed into bed as soon as I got home. 

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