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*


20. 20

The next day at school, I met up with Bethany by her locker. She walked up to me silently, not saying anything.

“Is that how you would greet a boyfriend?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“Yeah, if I didn’t like him.” I smirked, remembering how much I liked how feisty and sassy she was.

“But you do like him.” I pointed out, talking in third person.

“He wishes I actually liked him.” Bethany closed her locker, leaned against it with her books held to her chest, and looked at me. “So now what?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“You agreed to dance with me, now I have to hold up my end of the deal.” You could tell Bethany didn’t seem too thrilled about it, but I was.

“You have to let me walk you to every class holding your hand.”

“That’s all you’re going to make me do?” She raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised.

“Yeah…baby steps, right?” She shrugged and bit the inside of her cheek.

“Whatever.” The bell rang and I held my hand out for hers. She hesitantly took it and I pulled her after me with a death grip on her hand. There was no way I was letting her go this time.



I personally found this ridiculous, but it was me who came up with this deal. If wanted Harry to be my partner I needed to cooperate with him; if that meant holding his hand, whatever. I figured he’d be more of an asshole about me being with him but he was actually kind of nice about it.

When we got to class, we sat by each other and Perrie grabbed a seat closer to us. She was looking at me funny and I just shrugged. There really was no sane way to tell her how Harry and I magically started getting along.

“What’s going on with you two?” Perrie asked, leaning over. I shook my head, not wanting to explain. I felt Harry’s eyes on me and I wanted to punch him in his damn nose. I really didn’t like him, so this was going to be torture.

After school, Harry met me at my locker and walked us to his car. I was silent the whole time, not wanting to talk about anything.

“Do you want a lift to dance?” Harry asked, breaking the silence.

“I’d rather take the bus.”

“Well, now I’m going too so it would just make sense for me to drive you.” I clenched my jaw together, hoping he would just leave after he dropped me off. “I mean, that’s what a good girlfriend would do.”

“Fine.” I grumbled as he pulled into our complex. He waited in the car while I went up to mine and Perrie’s flat to get ready.

“Okay, tell me.” Perrie said as soon as I walked in.

“If I want something from him, I need to pretend to be a good girlfriend.”

“What do you want from him?”

“I need him to be my dance partner.”


“I just…do, okay?”

“Do you actually like him?” I shook my head and made a face.

“If I liked Harry, I wouldn’t have to pretend to like him.”

“Then why else would you need him to be your dance partner?”

“Because for the recital, I need someone untrained.” I said which it was the full truth, and complete honesty.

“Whatever you say…” Perrie said. I rolled my eyes, dashed off to my room to change, and ran back down to Harry’s car so he could drive us to dance. 

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