i'll let you be in my dreams - harry greene

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!! tw: mentions of abuse & drugs !!

a/n: im so pissed off but so motivated right now so dont be surprised if i finish this whole fucking story in the next 7 hours (its currently 2:06 am, and i've been staying up all night for the past week, and i've only been getting like 4 hours of sleep a day so dont mind me)

the next morning you woke up in ben's bed. his arms were wrapped around your waist, and your head was on his chest. to be honest, you didnt mind it. yeah, he was an asshole, but at the moment, you did not care.

you laid there, listening to ben's heartbeat, thinking about what happened last night; the drugs, the alcohol, the fags, the making out. it all gave you deja vu, but you didnt know why, as you've only every made out, but never smoked, drank, or did drugs. you made out with harry, and that was it. 

you were so confused. with ben, it seemed so much more laid back and fun. with harry, he seemed clingy. you called ben your boyfriend in front of a completely random stranger, and wouldn't even own up to the fact harry was your boyfriend in front of people you've known for so long.

like harry was an embarrasment. 

in your opinion, they both should've been an embarassment, but it seemed like you had a connection with ben. and you liked it.

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after a while of contemplating, ben finally woke up.

"well, sleeping beauty finally woke up." you say, teasing him.

"it was hard when i had a life size teddy bear to hold onto." he smiled.

you smiled back. you felt no guilt being with ben for some strange reason.

"i think we're late for school." you say.

"i probably would've skipped anyway." he replies, closing his eyes again, and holding you close.

"okay, sleepy. but, ben, i really think we should get up."

"shut up, and i'll get up."

"i really doubt that will happen." you say, and ben smiles.

"your right." he says, letting you go.

you jump up and start taking off your clothes, then you realize: your not at your house. your with ben.

you turn to look at ben, who is sitting on the bed watching you.

"you can borrow some of my clothes." he walks over to his closet, and takes out some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"these will probably be huge, but i'll try."

he smiles.

"ummm... privacy?" you didnt have a reason for it; he watched you get undressed, why would he  not be allowed to watch you get redressed?

"right." he says, turning around.

you put your clothes on, surprised on how well they fit.

"alright." you say.

ben turned back around, and smiled at you.

"and we're off, mi amor."

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as soon as you and ben are heading out of the house, you get a text from harry, saying to call him.

"hey, uh... ben? i need to call some one real quick."

he nods, and goes back inside. you sit on the porch steps, and call harry.

"hello?" some one answers when you call harry.

"hi, um... i'm y/n... harry's girlfriend." you say into the phone. 

"ohhh... yeah. let me get him." the person said.

your anxiety started going up because it was a female voice,  and it was harry's phone.

"y/n! where the fuck are you? why aren't you at higgs?" harry's voice interrupted your thoughts.

"let me ask you a question before i answer yours. who are you with?" you say, on the verge of tears.

"i- uh- what?" harry stutered.

"dont fucking lie to me harry." you say.

"im with... a friend." harry replied.

"a friend?!" a shriek said - the same girl who answered the phone. "is that what i was when we banged last night?"

you about dropped your phone when you heard that.

"you know what, harry? i thought you were more than that. and im with ben. i slept with him and we made out. go fuck a dead horse." you hang up the phone, and look around in shock. 

harry had cheated on you. he had a new girl, and he had sex with her.

you ran inside, tears streaming down you face, and found ben on the couch with his phone.

"y/n? whats wrong?" he asks once he sees you, standing up.

you run straight into his arms, and cry into his shoulder.

"if you dont want to talk about it right now, thats fine, love."

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you cried with ben comforting you for the next few hours.

" i thought what me and him add was special." you say.

ben nodded, and played with your hair.

finally, after a moment of silence (a/n: for some reason the fitness gram pacer test thing just popped in my head), you heard a knock at the door.

"i can get it." you say. 

you get up, out of ben's arms, and go to the door and open it.

harry.

and his new girlfriend.

"what the hell do you want?" you say, your anger rising, and blood boiling.

it was one thing to come here alone, but to bring his new girlfriend? that was lower than low. even for harry.

" i want to apologize, i know im an asshole but i cant help it." he says.

you roll your eyes.

"but fyi, fag smoker, he's dating me now, so toodles!" the girl says, grabbing harry's arm, and dragging him away.

"hey, give me a second!" harry says, releasing himself from her grip.

harry runs up to the porch steps.

"i dont want to be with you anymore harry. you tried to fucking kill me." you say; and it was true. one night, harry showed up at your house, intoxicated and beat the shit out of you. there were bruises on your legs, and bloodstains on your carpet to prove it.

"but- what- y/n that was an accident." harry stutters.

"AN ACCIDENT? HOW THE HELL IS BEATING SOME ONE AN ACCIDENT?" you scream.

"y/n, i was drunk! im sorry, just please-"

"no. no pleases, no excuses. just leave. take your little hoe, and leave." you say, fighting tears.

just then, ben shows up at the door.

"you heard her. get the fuck away." he says.

harry nods and turns around, and walks back down the steps, and over to his new girlfriend.

and kisses her.

you want to cry, scream, beat the shit out of him like he did to you, anything. but you dont want to look vulnerable.

then he flips you off. way to far.

you storm back inside, with ben following.

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a/n: -2hr 57min since i havent been able to tell her happy birthday. gonna restart every device i own so i can pls tell her happy birthday. ive never felt more guilty, like bro