Bully Harry Styles

5

"Hello honey, how has your day been?", my mum's voice reaches my ears from the kitchen. It smells like lasagna, my favourite.
She wasn't working today, wich was the first time in a while.
"The usual", I reply while walking into the kitchen. She was standing there, in front of the oven while mixing some salad.
"Set the table please, the lasagna will be finished in 5 minutes", she said to me.
I did as told an set the table.
My mind wandered to Harry and what happened today. He actually defended me but I refuse to believe that this meant anything.
I don't know why he even bullies me in the first place. Ever since we got to know of each other in history he started to bully me for no reason, or a reason that is unknown to me.
My mother and me sat down at the table and started eating.
"Are you okay honey?", my mum asks with a worried tone.
"I'm fine, just school things", I lie.
"Well I'm glad I got this day off of work, I want to spent more time with you", she smiles.
What? Why does she suddenly want to spent time with me?
I stay quiet and finish of eating and then went up to my room.
Nobody gossips about the pictures that Louis and Harry took of me anymore and I'm glad that they already found something new. Some girl was caught hooking up with a different boy every night. Wow, how slutty can someone be?
I closed my leptop and my mind drifted almost instandly to the curly haired boy.
I don't know what makes me thinking about him so much, I hate him but I want an explanation. An explanation for everything he's putting me through.
I drifted of in a deep slumbe, hoping to wake up to a new world, a world were I'm not bullied and hated.
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I was currently walking to my history clase with all the books I needed hidden under my arms and pressed to my body.
I entered the class room and took a seat in the front again and of course Harry decided to sit directly next to me. He dropped his books on the desk next to me and flopped himself down in the chair.
I don't want to know what curel insluts he had in his sick mind that he wanted to throw at me so I turned my attention to the teacher who had already started talking.
To my suprise Harry kept his mouth shut but then I felt a pair of eyes starring at me. I kept my head low but it was as if that person could look right through me.
I turned my gaze up just to be met with a pair of green eyes. His gaze was so intense as he starred at me. His eybrows furrowed together and his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something but I returned my attention to the teacher once again.
Finally the bell rung and I made my way out of the classroom and to my locker but I was stopped by a boy with messy brown hair. Colton.
"Hey Zoe", he smiled at me and I returned it but not saying anything.
"I'm throwing a party this Saturday at my place and I wanted to invite you to it"
"And what should I do there? I don't belong to partys and nobody wants me there", I spoke sharply with a slightly annoyed tone.
What is he thinking? That I could just show up there and actually have a good time?
"But I want you there and we could figure something out together", he sounded hopeful.
"No sorry I'm busy Saturday", I came up with a lie "Beside I haven't really been to a party before"
"Well, okay but if you change your mind just text me or something".
"I don't think this will happen but thanks for the invitation", I answered
"I won't stop hoping though".
"Yes, well I have to go, bye", I said quickly and walked to my locker where I was met with Harry leaning against the locker next to mine
Can I get a fucking break?
I ignored him and opened my locker to grab the things that I needed for the next period.
"You know, the history project doesn't get done from itself and ignoring me won't help", his lips are turned in a smirk that I absoloutley hate.
"Yes... so your house again?", my voice barely hearable.
"Start speaking louder and yes my house again. Be there at 4 and not a fucking second later", he growled and pushed past me.
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And here I am, standing in front of his house again just like a few days ago.
I'm scared to ring the bell and face him considering it's 10 minutes past 4 and he clearly told me not to be late.
I pressed my finger to the bell and waited for the door to be opened.
The lump in my throat grew even more and I wanted to just run home.
The door was harshly pulled open by a angry looking Harry.
His eyes wandered over my face and he looked at me with an expression that said 'what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-here'.
"Harry I'm so sorry for being late, I totally forgot about the project and I just...I-I'm so sorry...it wo-". He cut me off and his face softened.
"It's fine, stop apologizing. Come in", he waved his hand, signaling me to step into the house.
He looked so angry just moments before with his fists balled at his sides and his eyes red and wide open but that expression has vanished.
When me being late was not the reason for him being angry then what was it?