Bullied by the British

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jordan Devine's POV

"Guys, this is my sister Jordan." I looked at the guys. But there was only one person that caught my eye. Harry Styles. He was staring at me with his evil grin ln his face that scared me to death. The face I thought I escaped forever. But it turns out that you can't ever truly run from your fears without then coming back to haunt you.

"Hello Jordan. Its nice to see you again," Harry said with a smirk that meant trouble writen across his face. I waved my hand towards them, and kept silent.

"Well, I'll leave you guys to introduce yourselfs then." Josh said awkwardlly before exiting the room. We all just looked at each other silently, occasionally one of the boys would take out their phone and their eyes would roam the screen.

"Well, I'm just... gonna, leave." I said motioning to the door, and turning around. I was hoping that I could get a safe exit without doing anything stupid, but of coarse that would never happen for me. I tripped and fell on my face.

"Just as clumsy as ever, ay Jordan. Always did try to run insted of sticking around. The same as when I left, 2 years ago," I heard Harry say. I slowly pushed myself back up to my feet. I turned around to face the boys again. From that I got faced with Harry's smirk, and 4 other confused faces.

"Wait, Harry you know Jordan?" One of the boys asked. He had the only blond hair out of the group.

"Yeah. I know Jordan. We went to school together, in Holmes Chapel. We were good... friends back then," he answered. I was about to reject that statement, and shake my head. I wanted to release who Harry Styles really was to his friends. He was a terrible person, a bully. But it was to late, a boy wearing stripes already questioned Harry.

"Really? Oh, well thats nice I guess. Well, I'm Louis." He raised his hand as if waving.

"I'm Liam." the next one said.

"Zayn," the dark haired one said.

"Niall," you could tell he wasn't british. Irish, maybe. He was also the only blond one in the group of five.

"Jordan," I waved. "Well, I'm going to go find the bathroom."

"I'm gonna go with her. You know, show her around," Harry's voice interrupted my walking through the door. I turned around to face him.

"No. I think I can manage."

"Ok. Well nevermind then," he sat back down and I walked out before anything further was said.

Harry Styles POV

I can't believe she's here. But of coarse like always she annoying, and complicated. She didn't know what I wanted to do. She had no idea. I could of appologised, but no. She's just like I left her back in Holmes Chapel. A scared little slut, who runs from everything. Well I'm just going to scare her more, but not let anyone know.

"I'm going to go get a drink. I'll be back in a minute." I got up and left the boys. Now where could she be? I turned a corner, and heard voices.

"Josh, I can't stay with you. I want to go home."

"I'm sorry Jordan. You can't leave, dad won't let you. I think you'll like it in London. Plus you know Harry, so that's a bonus, right? You will become great friends with the boys."

"Yes, I know Harry. But..." I walked around the corner before she could say anything else.

"Hey guys. Sorry to interrupt." I turned around, hoping she wouldnt tell when I left. But then I got stopped.

"No, stay. We were just finnished. I'll let you guys talk alone," Josh left us. Perfect!

"Well, well, well. Jordan, here we are. Now that your here, it can be like old times again." She started to back away, so I grabbed her shirt and pushed her up against the wall.

"No Harry, please don't." she begged, I punched her in the stomach. Not hard enough to leave a mark though.

"You know not to say no to me. Ever. Unless you need a reminder.

1. You don't ever say no to me.

2. Don't run, or you'll get hurt worse.

3. If you tell anyone."

"Harry?" I let go of Jordan, and looked towards the sorce of the voice. Jordan was on the ground hunched over, but I could care less.

"Louis, Zayn! What, what are you doing?"

"What are YOU doing?" Louis asked me. What was I supposed to say?

"It looks like you'd hurting Jordan."

"Please don't tell Josh! Or anyone else!" I looked down at Jordan curled up against the wall. Louis came over and put his hand on my shoulder, and Zayn had this look of evil in his eye.

"Will you need any help?" Louis whispered into my ear. I looked at him with a smile then looked over to Zayn, who had heard what Louis asked me.

"Yeah, that would be nice."

"Well, well, well Jordan. Looks like Zayn and I will be seeing you just as much as Harry will." Louis told her, she looked up with complete fear in her eyes.

"Bu-but I thought we could be friends Lou. You seemed so nice. You too Zayn."

"Are you kidding me? I never liked you." Zayn told her with discust on his face.

"Lou?"

"Don't call me Lou, slut. Call me Louis, not anything other than that. Or else." He kicked her in the side, and laughed.

"Remember tell nobody." I warned, and we all walked off leaving Jordan on the floor.