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*


17. 17

The rest of the weekend went by quickly. I had dance practice which meant I had Harry and Zayn both up my ass during that. After that, I ended up going out to dinner with Harry but besides that, I spent my weekend at home.

“GET UP!” Perrie shouted in my ear Monday morning.

“Oh my god… get out of here.” I mumbled, pushing her off my bed.  

“No can do; we have school missy.”

“But we don’t.”

“But we do- GET UP!”

“Shut the hell up Perrie! I’m fucking up!” Perrie giggled and rolled off the bed, allowing me to get out of bed. I made my way to the bathroom to start getting ready.

When I was finally ready, Perrie brought us both to school per-usual. But unlike usual, Harry was waiting for me on the front steps.

“Good morning.” Harry whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Morning.” I said back, trying to play it off cool.

“Oh so now you don’t like me?”

“I have my reasons.”

“What are these reasons?”

“You cause trouble in school and I can’t be around trouble makers.”

“Wow…stereotypical, are we?”

“Just in school because I need to keep my grades good so when I leave I can get into my next school easier.”

“Wow…what exactly are you running from?”

“Nothing that you need to know of.”

“I think I need to know since…well…we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now.”

“No we aren’t. You never asked me to be.”

“Would you be my girlfriend if I asked you?”

“Probably not.”

“That’s why I’m just telling you that we’re dating.”

“You can think that, but I won’t go along with it. I have other things to worry about than a boyfriend.”

“Like what you’re running from?” I tensed up and glared at him.

“Stop bringing that up!”

“Then be my girlfriend.”I shot him eye daggers, making him smile.

“Fine.” I said just as the bell rang. Harry leaned in to kiss me, but I pushed him off me and walked to french without him.

“That was very rude of you, girlfriend.” I turned and saw Harry sitting next to me.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What can I call you?”

“By my name; Bethany.”

“That’s no fun; people won’t know we’re dating if that’s what I call you.”

“No one needs to know that we’re dating. I would be caught dead with you. Just so you know, when I run again, I’m not telling you where I’m going and as soon as I’m gone, we’re done.”

“You won’t be running.”

“You can’t control my actions.”

“But I can…since I just got you to agree to being my girlfriend.”

“Shut the fuck up, Harry.”

“Look at it this way…at least Zayn will leave you alone now.”

“I would rather Zayn be up my ass then be you’re girlfriend!” I snapped.

“Too bad; you’re my girlfriend.” Harry winked at me as I slid down in my seat, wanting to disappear more than anything. What did I just get myself into? I knew what Harry could do to my thought process, so why did I say yes to this? Boy, I was screwed.            

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