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*


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On the day of the recital, I didn’t have the chance to see Harry at all since I was spending the whole morning getting ready. We had ordered our costumes but they weren’t all that fancy. My dress was just a black, very flowy dress. It was on the longer side but since I wasn’t supposed to be happy- supposedly dead, I wasn’t supposed to be wearing bright colors.

“Are you excited?!” I heard one of the dancers say from behind me. I turned and saw Justine.

“Yeah, I am.” I gave her a weak smile as I turned back to my makeup. I had all black makeup, besides my lipstick, which was blood read. My hair was in messy, teased curls, or sex hair but curly. Harry hadn’t seen me in this yet, so I could only imagine his reaction. I know I was going to have a stop and stare reaction to Harry but I tried not to think about it.

As the recital started, I was growing more and more nervous. I had a feeling something bad was going to happen but I tried to shake it off. I didn’t want to think about it and mess up. I was going to be fine.

“Bethany; you’re up.”  One of the stage directors said. I nodded and led the female dancers to our entrance. All the back-up female dancers were in black yoga shorts, and black tank tops. The boys were in baggy black sweatpants and black tank tops, including Harry but he had a beanie on his head. I tried not to think about it but I couldn’t help it.

“That was the stage eight kids doing Sick of You by Selena Gomez.” The announcer said as the audience clapped. “Now we have the last performance of the night- Bethany Joy, Harry Styles, and the extras performing Bring Me to Life by Evanescence.” The audience clapped again as the stage went dark.

“Break a leg.” I whispered to my girls. They all smiled at me and I was trying not to bite my lip. The girls and I walked on stage and took our stances.

Once the music started, I immediately went into a back-flip, purposely landing on my back, making the audience gasp. Seconds later, Harry came out, just as planned and was next to me. I tried to concentrate on the dance, but he looked too good and his smell…it was pulling me in.

At the end of the dance, I was in Harry’s arms, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, and both of us were breathing heavily. I don’t know what came over me but I leaned in and kissed him. He was totally surprised but quickly kissed me back as the curtain fell in front of us.

“Good job guys!” My coach said, making Harry and I jump apart. “Bethany, that had to be one of the best things I’ve seen by you!”

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“And, you have a special guest waiting for you.” My eyes grew wide and Harry saw. He gave me a look of concern and I peeked out of the curtain and there he was…Uncle George; or as you know him…G. 

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