Harry Styles BSM

You Get Into A Fight At School

You Get Into Fight At School

Harry: (Age 9)

You sunk even lower into your seat as Harry came through the door, following your principal. Your principal was saying something to Harry about being suspended for the rest of the week due to your behavior.

Once they were done talking about your punishment Harry led you out of the school and to his car. You got in the back seat and he got in the driver’s seat then you went home.

Honestly, you were hoping your mum or dad would’ve picked you up because they wouldn’t be as cruel as Harry will be. But you knew there was no chance of that since they both work during the day and aren’t able to get out until 4.

When Harry pulled into the driveway you saw that the boys were also here which meant Harry would be even more mad because he had to stop hanging out with his friends so he could come get your sorry ass from school.

You got out of the car and walked into the house with Harry directly behind you.

“In your bedroom now. Don’t even think about setting a foot outside of it.” Harry said with clenched teeth, pointing up the stairs. You didn’t hesitate to quickly scramble up the stairs and into your bedroom where you shut your door and sat down on your bed.

You could hear the boys talking about you downstairs, but didn’t care about what they were saying. You were to focused on how Harry was going to hate you. You had never seen him that mad and it definitely scared you. You were holding back tears until after Harry had came up and talked to you because you didn’t want him to see you crying.

The fight was even your fault. A group of kids, actually a group of bullies, who tease you and push you around every single day started it. They pushed you down, making your books go everywhere, then when you went to pick them up they pulled your hair and said nasty things to you so when you stood back up you took a swing at one of them. And of course who get’s in trouble? You do because according to the teacher that brought you to the office, you started the fight and  punched someone for no reason which was not true at all.

You’re not even a bad kid, you’ve never gotten in trouble at school before, you always do your homework, and you always obey the rules but apparently nobody else has noticed that, including Harry.

Just thinking of your punishment made you want to cry but you were determined not to cry, not until Harry was done yelling at you at least.

A couple minutes later you heard Harry coming up the stairs. Your bedroom door was opened and in came a pissed off Harry.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” Harry asked you, raising his eyebrows. You planned on telling him everything but as soon as you saw his face you just couldn’t get the words out. You were absolutely terrified.

“Very well then. I want your iPod, your laptop, your TV, and anything else you may find enjoyable. The next week will be absolute hell for you since your ass will be sitting in this room every day, with me watching you.” He turned around and you let the tears fall, you couldn’t help it. Harry walked over to your desk and grabbed your laptop off of it then disconnected your TV so it wasn’t usable. “Give me your iPod.” He said looking down at the iPod in your hands, ignoring your tears.

“P-please don’t-t.” You mumbled as he tried to take it out of your hands but you wouldn’t let go.

“Y/F/N, don’t you dare push it.” Harry said sternly and you let go of the iPod. “I’ll be back up.” Harry said then left your room, making sure to slam the door on the way out.

That’s when you completely started sobbing. Harry should know you enough to know that it wasn’t your fault and that you would never start a fight just for the hell of it.

When Harry came back into your room his face softened just a little because he hated seeing his baby sister cry but you quickly tried to wipe the tears away.

“I want to know what happened.” He said, sitting down at the end of your bed, while you were sitting against the headboard. You calmed down before telling him the story.

“I was just walking and they pushed me down and so I went to pick up my stuff and they were pulling my hair and saying awful things and I couldn’t help it Harry.” You said starting to sob again. “They do it every single day and I can’t stand it. And of course the stupid teacher said that the others were innocent because he didn’t see them do anything. And it’s not fair, I was just sticking up for myself.” You finished and pulled your legs up and put your head in them, crying even harder than before.

You felt arms wrap around you and before you knew it you were lifted into Harry’s arms, while he rocked back and forth.

“Sh, don’t cry, it’s alright.” He whispered into your ear. He kept whispering things like this until you were completely calmed down.

“I’m gonna call the school, and we’ll get you transferred, alright?” He said and you slightly nodded.

Harry continued to carry you while he went downstairs and started making a bunch of phone calls.

After that he gave you your iPod and laptop back then hooked your TV  back up.

You guys enjoyed the rest of the week together everyday until your first day of a new school. One where you didn’t get bullied.