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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London. We were back in London. As we walked the streets back to Harry’s house, I was beyond paranoid. I thought G would come out of nowhere, gun to my head, and just pull the trigger; that would be the end of me. I sighed as I squeezed Harry’s hand. He held it tight as we kept walking.

When we arrived at Harry’s house, when the door opened, Harry’s mother threw herself at Harry and I, not letting us go.

“I’m back mom, I get it…”

“So I can call school and have you reenrolled.”

“You told them I left?!”

“I told them you were being homeschooled…I hope you attended school wherever you were…”

“America; and yes, we did.”


“What...? We stayed with Perrie’s family.” Anne nodded and closed her eyes.

“Well, I’m happy you’re staying. Zayn, do you need a ride home?”

“Nah I’ll take the bus.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yup; nice seeing you again Anne.”

“You too Zayn; take care!”

“I will!” Zayn called as he walked away waving.

“Do you two need a ride home…?” Perrie and I looked at each other.

“Well…” I started.

“What is it?”

“We’re sort of homeless…” Perrie finished for me.

“Not a problem; we have enough space for two extras. Do you have any clothes on you?”

“Only what’s in our suitcases…” I said sadly.

“That’s no problem! I have some of Harry’s sisters’ old clothes stashed away somewhere. They would fit you two girls.”

“Thank you.” Perrie and I said together. Anne nodded and smiled.

“Harry, get them settled into the guest room, will you?”

“Sure mom. This way, girls.” Perrie and I followed Harry to the guest room that had two king seized beds.

“I call window side.” I said happily, skipping over to the window bed, making Perrie groan and Harry laugh.

“My room is right next to yours if you guys need anything.” Harry said before closing the door behind him as he walked out.

After Anne dropped off the old clothes and Perrie and I finished unpacking, we fell onto the bed and flipped on the TV while I roamed through tumblr.

“So what do you think will happen to us?” Perrie asked slowly. I closed my laptop and looked at her.

“I honestly wish I could tell you but I really have no idea…”

“Do you think G knows where we are?”

“He probably has a clue. He has a way to figure everything out, doesn’t he?”

“Very true…” Perrie said sadly. “Well…at least we have each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re all in this together.”

“Okay high school musical, but I still don’t think this is safe for you guys. If you had let me leave, this wouldn’t have been an issue. You would all be safe.”

“Yeah but you would be dead at this point. Remember what happened?”

“Like I could forget…” I shuddered at the thought as tears started welling up in my eyes from the memories of being kidnapped by G.

“Listen; don’t let it get to you. Just…let things play out. He’ll have to get caught sooner or later.”

“What if it’s later and we spend all this time being paranoid?”

“I’d rather be paranoid than kidnapped and tortured.”

“Paranoia is an odd way to torture someone if you think about it though…”

“Then don’t think about it and live life like a normal person.”

“Easier said than done….” I whispered.

“I know…but we can do this.” I nodded and fell back into my bed, pulling the blankets over my face. “I believe you to be strong enough to push through this like you have for years.”

“Thanks Perrie…” I whispered as I started to cry. I bit my lip and slowly started to drift off to sleep.

Days, weeks, months dragged on. All of our paranoia was getting worse. There was no sign of G but there had been little side notes we’ve all gotten and pictures of us around town with each other. We knew G was here, but we didn’t know where…and that’s what scared us.

“Why don’t we just call the cops?” Zayn suggested. “I mean, we have proof we’re being stalked.”

“G would find us and kill us before the police even arrived.”

“So he would be arrested.” Harry jumped in.

“No, he would pin it on Harry’s mother.”

“How do you know?” Harry asked me.

“He is my uncle, remember?”

“Yeah…I keep forgetting since you’re normal and he’s a psycho.”

“Thanks Zayn…that was real sweet.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Yeah, I try.”

“That was total sarcasm, babe.” Perrie pointed out for him. He rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Yeah, I know.” We all giggled before my face fell.

“What is it, Bethany?” Harry asked. I gulped and made eye contact with him. With G.

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