In Love With My Bully (ON HOLD) (Being Edited and Revised)

Chapter 9

Libby's P.O.V.

"Awww!Look at them!They're so cute together!" I heard someone say.When I opened my eyes and looked around I found that I was laying on Harry's shoulder.

Then I realized that my mom and Anne taking pictures with their phones.

I rolled my eyes and ran my hand through hair before I stood up and stretched.

"Harry! Harry! HARRY!"I yelled in his ear.

"What?" He mumbled.

"We've landed," I said as I stepped over him into the aisle of the plane.

Libby's P.O.V.

The first thing I did when I got home was go upstairs and laid down on my bed.I  was so exhausted from the plane ride and all of that traveling. My phone vibrated and I picked it up.

I unlocked my phone and went to my messages.

From: Harry

"Wanna hang out later on today?"

To: Harry

“No I’m too tired.”

From: Harry

"Tomorrow?"

To: Harry

"Sure, after school"

From: Harry

"Great !I'll call you later! .xx"

To:  Harry

"See you then"

I replied back before falling into a deep sleep.

~

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I quickly slid my finger across the screen before it stopped ringing, and before I knew who was calling.

"Hello?"

"Hey Libs"

"Hi Harry"

"Whatcha doing?!"

"I was sleeping until you called me!"

"Oh that explains why you didn't reply to my text or answer my last few calls"

"Yeah"

"Yep"

"Hey ,I'll call you back later!"

"Okay! Bye Libs"

"Bye Hazza!"

~

Harry's P.O.V.

Libby .She was on my mind 24/7. All that I could think about … all that I wanted to think about.

Libby's P.O.V.

From Harry:

Mall today after school? .xx

Did I really wanna go to the mall today with Harry? I didn't have anything else to do after school and we probably wouldn't have any homework. Why did he wanna go with me to the mall anyways?

To Harry:

Sure, text me later. .xx

From Harry:

Ok! :). .xx

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Despite the fact that Harry and I had a great time at the mall, I had the weirdest dream that night.

I was walking home, alone. I passed a dark alley and quickened my pace when I sensed that someone was following me. I was still a good 6 blocks from my house. I debated on if I should run or not. I went with my gut and took of running. I heard the footsteps behind me pick up as well. Then I did something stupid. I turned around and looked at who ever was following me. It was Harry.

"Hazza!" I yelled. "Thank goodness its just you! I thought that someone crazy was after me!" But he didn't respond.

"Hazza?"I said while still hugging him.

"Follow me," He said in a cold dark voice. I followed him into a dark alley between two restaurants.

Gawd, what was it with dark alleys around here?

Harry pushed me against the ground and I looked at him. "Harry?"He looked angry.

"Don't talk bitch"and with that he slapped me across the face. I was shocked.

After all of those years if being bullied by Harry, none of the beatings that I had gotten were as bad as this.

The one thing the made it even worse was that I had finally learned to trust people again. Harry had taught me to live again, to laugh, to love. And here he was bullying me again? Then I smelt alcohol.

"Hazza,have you been drinking?"I asked him. He seemed angrier.

"Didn't I tell you not to talk?” He asked as he slapped me with each word.

After about 30 minutes of him hitting me and saying horrible things to me he finally stopped and left. I lay right there and cried.

When I finally arrived home I was happy to see that no one was there.

I went up to my room and locked the door. I sat on my bed and hugged my knees to my chest and started crying until I fell asleep.

Then I woke up. I realized that I had been crying, and sweating, a lot.

It was just a dream? I thought to myself.

Just a dream?

Just a dream?

Just a dream?

Just a dream?

I believed that dreams were a sign of the future.

And then I started crying again. Maybe this dream was a sign,a sign that Harry was gonna eventually hurt me again.

That thought made me depressed.So depressed that I did somethinf that depressed people do.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and went into my bathroom and locked the door. I took the scissors and made slits into both of my wrist. I grunted in frustration when only a couple of drops of blood appeared.

Damn it, come on Libby more blood! You need to see more blood. Yep I was talking to myself.

I made the cut deeper and when more blood came out I was satisfied. Then the doorbell rang.

"Uhhhh," I said as I walked down the stairs."Who can that be?"

I checked my wrist one more time, making sure the were as clean as I could get them.

I looked through the peephole and saw none other that Harry with some roses.

I put on my best fake smile and opened the door.

"Hi Harry, how can I help you?"

"Hi Libby! I just wanted to see a beautiful girl on this beautiful day!" He said as he handed me the roses.

"Great," I said through gritted teeth. He just smiled that sexy smile of his.

How could someone sexy be so hurtful?

"Well if thats all I guess you'll be going now!" I said as I slowly closed the door.

"Um … yeah !I have to be somewhere in a while but I'll talk to you later?"

"Uh-huh yeah whatever."I said as he walked back towards his car.

Yep, my life is fucked up.