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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I was sitting on the floor of the closet, and have been for what seemed like days. I wanted for nothing more than to die, and I knew if I wanted, I could find something in here to kill myself with. The thought crossed my mind a few times, but I finally decided against it for Bethany’s sake.

After what seemed like another few days, the lights finally turned off, signaling that G had gone to bed without my daily nightly beating. This was a good sign. I was getting weak and tired. I wanted to fall asleep but I couldn’t bear to think that any minute he could come in here and kill me.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but something was keeping me awake. I had a feeling in my stomach and I couldn’t decide if it was a good or a bad one.

“Where do you think he is?” I heard a girl whisper.

“I don’t know…” My eyes grew wide when I realized it was Perrie and Zayn. I moved slightly, hoping it wasn’t enough to wake up G. Seconds later, I heard the lock getting picked and another few seconds later, the door opened reveling Zayn and Perrie. Zayn picked me up and carried me over to the window.

Perrie went out first and Zayn was about to let me go down the rope but we heard something shatter and seconds later, the nightsand lamp came on.

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TAKING HIM?!” My eyes grew wide when I realized Zayn was about to get ripped from my grip. I went tumbling to the ground and I heard punches, kicks, screams, and yelling going on above us. Perrie had helped me to the car and then went back to the window and climbed back in. After that…I saw nothing. I was totally clueless as to what was going on.



After Perrie had come back in, G was ape-shit. He was screaming, throwing things, trying to get us but we wouldn’t let it happen. We fought back too hard and finally ended up tumbling out of the window with the rope. We quickly got up and went running for the car. As soon as we started the car we saw G come running out of the building. I quickly pinned it and the car’s wheels started spinning, and we were out of there.

It was a race the whole way to the airport. We knew Bethany was waiting for us and we couldn’t take too long or she would be worried. The last thing we wanted to do was worry her.

When we finally got there, we parked the car, not caring what happened to it, who towed it, who took it, nothing. We just had to get to Bethany.



I had arrived at the airport and I was waiting for Perrie, Zayn, and Harry. I was getting nervous. My phone hadn’t gone off, but the time was dragging on and on. My anxiety was kicking in and I was scared of what was going to happen to them…or me.

“BETHANY, RUN!” I turned and saw Harry, Perrie, and Zayn running towards me. I went running for security and soon the other three caught up. We made it to security and went through quickly. We ran onto our plane and sat on our seats.

I was out of breathe and sweating from that run. I wasn’t in the best condition to run and be “working out” but they knew that, so there had to be a reason that they did that.

“What was that about?” I questioned.

“G was after us…” Zayn said. Harry was out of breath, beaten, bruised, and almost as small as me.

“He saw you…?!”

“Yeah, why?” Perrie said slowly.

“We’re all fucked…”

“Why? How?”

“If he knows you are associated with me, he goes after you too. This is why I normally tried to stay away from people. I didn’t want people getting involved into this with me.”

“Bethany, we love you; we aren’t letting you through this on your own.” Perrie said, putting her arm around me since Harry had already passed out on Zayn’s shoulder.

“Thank you.” I whispered, getting tired.

“Now that you’re safe, and Harry is safe, and we’re all safe…get some rest. You need it darling.” I nodded and yawned, already falling asleep on Perrie’s shoulder. For once, I knew for a fact I wasn’t going to wake up to a punch, a whipping, or a kick in the stomach…and that was nice. 

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