My Bully's Brother

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A/N: brad is like some wannabe english frat boy istg (i guess this is a warning)😭

The next morning, Harry wakes up to a headache and a series of texts lighting up his lock screen. Harry groans from the pain and looks to his right when he spots some more painkillers and a bottle of water sitting on his bedside table that his sister must of put there before she went to sleep.

Harry takes the water and tablets before swallowing the pills with a lot of struggle—he's always had trouble with that sort of thing and would much rather take Calpol but he knows that wouldn't help with how bad the pain is. Harry ends up choking on the water but still manages to somehow get the pills down his throat.

After catching his breath, Harry unplugs his phone from his charger and unlocks the device so he can check his recent messages.

1 new message from unknown

1 new message from Ni <3

1 new message from unknown (2)

Harry makes a confused face when he sees two messages from people who he doesn't know—he only remembers giving his number to one person.

Harry clicks on Niall's message first and it's only him asking how Harry is feeling so he assumes that Liam must have told Niall what happened. He types out a quick reply reassuring the Irish lad that he's okay. He then moves on to the first message from the unknown person.

unknown: you need to tell me if you're ok

Harry frowns and decides to ignore the message. He doesn't know who this person is but he must know Harry as they seem to know what happened yesterday. At first Harry thought it was Brad but his theory is proven incorrect when Harry checks the other message.

unknown (2): Hey gorgeous it's Brad, hopefully I'll see you today in the stands ;)

Harry smiles brightly, he's happy that Brad is making an effort to be his friend instead of bullying him but he can't help but tell himself not to get his hopes up.

Maybe once he gets to know me he won't want to be my friend..

Harry shakes the thoughts out of his head before replying to Brad and saving his number into his phone.

You: I'll be there! Good luck!

Harry smiles to himself before slipping his phone into the pocket of his short pyjama shorts and climbing out of bed. He leaves his room and starts to plod down the stairs with tired eyes and messy curls.

Once Harry reaches the bottom of the stairs the soft scent of bacon whiffs past his nose. Harry gasps before hopping in the direction of the kitchen to see Anne frying eggs and bacon on the stove.

"Mummy!" Harry cheers at the sight making Anne turn around to face her son with a smile.

She opens her arms for a hug and Harry immediately runs into her arms and clings on tightly.

"I missed you." Harry pouts into the woman's neck.

Harry hasn't seen his mum all week because she's been asleep when Harry leaves for school and then takes the night shifts so he never sees her in the evening. The only time Harry ever really gets to see his mother anymore is at the weekends if she has enough energy from working all week.

"I know baby, I'm sorry I'm working so much but I don't see any other option." Anne soothes while kissing the boy on the head.

"It's okay, I understand." Harry sighs before sniffing the in the smell of bacon again. "Are you cooking breakfast?" He asks excitedly.