Dancing Away With My Heart

What happens when bad boy, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik, the quiet one, falls for the most innocent girl in school...Bethany? Will she stop running or will she run faster? *Includes alcohol, sex, references/actions of self-harm, and cursing*


10. 10

Harry took me around, introducing me to everyone there. Everyone seemed so nice and welcoming, but there was still something off. I felt like I was being watched. I was getting very jumpy, trying not to let it show, but Harry picked up on it after awhile.

“What’s wrong?” I jumped and looked at him, wide-eyed.

“Nothing, why?”

“You’re very jumpy.”

“No I’m not.”

“You really are, but…okay. Do you need something to drink?”

“Water, please.” I whispered. Harry nodded and walked away. I pulled my phone out and texted Perrie, telling her where I was.

I’m at Zayn’s. – B


Yeah, I am. He invited me to his birthday, cocktail party. – B

Why wasn’t I invited?! – P

You haven’t met him. – B

Fuck. Well, be safe. – P

I will be. See you later. – B

I shoved my phone back down my dress as Harry walked back up. I took the glass of water and sipped it slowly as I scanned the room. I still felt like I was being watched and it freaked me out. What if he was here? I squeezed my eyes shut, picturing back to what happened.

“You sure you’re okay? You look like you’re about to pass out…” My eyes snapped open and Harry was staring at me.

“I’m fine.” I downed the water and looked around. “I need to go.”

“Why so early? It’s only like…six. Dinner wasn’t even served yet.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Hey.” Harry grabbed my hand before I could get away and pulled me to him so our bodies were touching. “You aren’t going anywhere; no more running.” I gulped and pulled away.

“You will never know who I am.” I turned around and stormed away, trying to get out of the house but before I could, I ran into Zayn.  

“Whoa there…where you going in such a rush?” I sighed and smoothed out my dress. At least Zayn is a civil human being.

“Harry was just getting on my last nerve.” I half laughed and Zayn smiled.

“That’s a special gift of Harry’s; he can either pull girls in or push them away.” I half laughed and smiled up at him.

“Well he certainly isn’t pulling me in…” Zayn laughed and ran his hand through his quiff.

“That’s good.” He said quickly, than blushed.

“Really?”  I smirked. He blushed even more and looked down.

“Yeah, I guess. Uhm…you look really nice, by the way.” I looked at what I was wearing and smiled.

“Thank you. You look pretty nice yourself.” Zayn smiled and blushed again. “Look, thanks for the invite, but I really should be going.”

“Why so early? Dinner hasn’t even been served.”

“I know but…my roommate is worried about me.” I stuttered, trying to find every excuse to get out of there. I felt like I was being suffocated.

“Oh come on…a few finger foods can’t hurt. I promise to protect you from Harry.” I smiled and giggled softly.

“Well, when you put it that way…”

“Is that a yes?” I smiled and nodded.

“Sure.” He smiled and offered me his arm, leading me over to the food trays. 

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