Another Cinderella Story (Harry Styles Love Story)

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 22

The next day of school was a nightmare. It was absolute terror.

Guys made fun of Harry at every corner. They called him a wuss and a big shot who thought he could do anything. 

We were walking into school and instantly a bunch of guys started calling him a loser. Harry just gave them the finger and we ran inside.

I had to smile when he flipped them off. 

I felt so bad for Harry every where we went, guys would call him names like wuss, gay, loser, and some other words that cannot be repeated.

Of course the other lads in 1D stood up for him, but Harry just kept his head down. "Why are they calling you that Haz?" Chelsea asked him.

"Becasue of the contest, Hailey started spreading rumors about me and saying the mystery girl will never fall for me even when I found out who it is," he muttered. 

If only you knew how much I liked you Harry...you'd be wrong. 

At the end of the day we were leaving the school when a group of guys started calling Harry a loser.

Harry kept his head down and started walking faster while I glared at the guys. "At least he had the guts to do what he did unlike you losers," I growled at them.

"Hey guys look it's a fiesty one!" one of them said. "I like them fiesty," he said. "Perv," I muttered under my breath and ran to catch up with the others. 

I felt horrible for Harry. He walked ahead of us and kept his head down. He pulled his hood up over his face and then started to run home.

"He shouldn't listen to those jerks," Carry said sadly. "He takes everything to heart," Niall whispered watching his friend run away.

I felt the guilt hang over me. I should've just told him I was the mystery girl before this whole audition thing started. 

I thought that it would all die down the next day. But nope.

The guys were still being jerks to Harry and the directioners in the school stood up for him, but some girls were a little angry he didn't choose them as his mystery girl.

Not his fault. It was theirs for auditioning. 

I thought that maybe these idiots would stop making fun of him, but it continued all week.

Friday night, the lads asked if they could cancel our annual Friday hangouts because Harry locked himself in his room.

Carry and Chelsea came over my house and we were sitting in my room. 

"Poor Harry," Carry said. I nodded. "Those jerks need to realize that they're idiots," Chelsea growled. I nodded in agreement, but the guilt hung over me like my own personal rain cloud. 

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The bullying continued on Monday. And Tuesday, and Wednesday.

Then on Thursday Harry didn't show up at school. "Where's Harry?" I asked Liam.

Liam shook his head and looked down. "He locked himself in his room, Louis is staying home today with him to talk to him about it," Liam said.

I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. "I feel so bad," I whispered. This was all my fault. 

School dragged on, but the guys continued to harass Harry even though he wasn't here. "Where's the wuss?" one of them asked us.

"He's probably too scared to come to school, what a gay little priss," another said. "Just shut up!" Niall finally snapped at them.

They grew quiet. "Harry is a better person and more successful then you'll ever be!" he shouted, "you're all just jealous little fags."

"Well you're an Irish drunk," one said to him. Niall narrowed his eyes at him. 

"Say. That. Again." he said. The guy glared at Niall. "You're. An. Irish. Drunk." Niall lunged at him, but Liam and Zayn grabbed his arms.

"Let it go Niall," Liam said, "he's not worth it." Niall stopped fighting against Liam and Zayn and backed up.

He pulled his arms away from them and ran off. Oh great not Niall too!

This was all my freaking fault. The guilt was heavy now. I needed to tell them. 

But how?