My name is Harry Styles and I'm 16-years-old. I wanted to tell you a few things about myself. I have an older sister, a loving and caring mother and a great stepdad. They are very accepting and kind people. That's why when I told them that I am gay, they automatically accepted me without hesitation or regrets.
To be honest, in school I am the nerdy and smart kid that sits in the back of the class with the glasses and the ugly sweaters. I am a very easy target for people. The gay nerd that walks around with a freaking pencil in his ear.
I am beaten up everyday and it makes me feel so self conscience about myself. I feel like that no one would ever want to know me. I am isolated from all the cliques and groups in school. I sit alone at lunch everyday hoping for someone to talk to me without beating me up.
Every night I cry thinking that I was a mistake and that I am not accepted by so much of the world. I cry knowing that things are going to get worse before they get better. I cut myself because I know I'm not wanted. I'm not loved. I'm not accepted. I'm nothing.
Now I sit at my desk at 9:00 p.m. on a Friday night and like usual I have no plans. It never brings me down because I have a little homework to do anyway. When I was studying, I hear a buzz on my wooden desk. A text message? I only have only 7 contacts on my phone. Family members and my neighbor, Niall because my mom didn't want me to drive to school alone so I walk to school with Niall. But it wasn't any of them.
Unknown: hey babe
Me: wrong number
Unknown: You're Harry right?
How did this person know my name and why the hell are they texting me?
Me: Who are you?
Unknown: It's a surprise!
Me: if you don't tell me I'm calling the cops
Unknown: okay calm down. I go to your school. I really like you and I have for a while it's just...
Unknown: I never knew how to tell you. I thought you would say no if I asked you out. You're beautiful.
Me: You know I'm gay right? I mean everyone makes fun of me all the time and I'm guessing you knew that too.
Unknown: Yeah silly I know you're gay. I am too. I really like you Harry. You are so smart it's so sexy.
I don't even know this guy and he's calling me beautiful and sexy. It's also weird because most of my school is filled with homophobic assholes and no one other than me is openly gay. I'm blushing really hard and I put my head in my textbook and giggle like a little school girl.
Me: ...
Unknown: Oh shit... Did I really write that!?! Omg I'm so sorry. I'm so awkward. Agh.
Me: lol it's ok but I really want to know your name! Can you tell me please?
Unknown: No I can't sweetie pie but keep your gorgeous green eyes peeled for me babe ;)
If he isn't going to tell me anytime soon I think I should change the subject. Even though I shouldn't be talking to this stranger, he is really easy to talk to and no one has really texted me before.
Me: Its Friday night don't you have anything better to do than text a nerd doing his homework in his bedroom?
Unknown: yeah actually I'm at a party right now but it's really boring and I wanted to grow some balls and text you. Also, you are not a nerd you are beautifully brilliant and unique :)
My face is a deep crimson color because no one has ever in my life complimented me like that in my life before. By this time it was already 10:00 p.m. and even though I felt alive inside and had my day clothes still on, I struggled to keep my eyes opened.
Me: okay whatever. I'll talk to u later. I have to go to bed.
Unknown: Okay baby. Get your beauty sleep even though you don't need it because you are already breathtakingly beautiful.
I blush even harder after seeing his last text. He seems so sweet. I like him but I can't really like him because i mean, I barley know him.
I have no clue who this person is nobody ever talks to me other than Niall. Niall and I are friends kind of. He hangs out with the popular people because he's just a likable guy but he doesn't really know that the people he hang out with the people who beat me up on a daily basis. Niall is the closest person to a friend I have.
Niall and I have been Neighbors for 5 years. He moved from Ireland which made him even more likable in my school. He moved a year after I changed schools. He has parties every Friday's and every Friday morning on the way to school he invites me over but I simply decline. Every week. I use the excuse of too much homework but I think by now he got the point of me not wanting to socialize but he still asks.
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I rush down my stairs fast but as softly as possible because my family is probably sleeping right now. When I get down stairs, I go inside my fridge and take a bottle of water to try to stop my blushing because it's really bad.
I sit at my kitchen table all alone gulping down a bottle of water and I hear the music from down the streets. I said to the unknown person that I was tired but now I feel wide awake. I don't think I can go to bed without knowing who this mysterious guy is.
I sit up from my table, reach for a jacket and put on my shoes. I walk out my front door to get some fresh air. A little late night walk is always good.
Did the mystery man say he was at a party? Was he talking about Niall's party?
Of course he was. No one else would dare have a party on the same night as Niall Horan's parties. Every Monday I would hear buzz all over school talking about Niall's parties. Everyone goes to them. Maybe he is there though.
Without even noticing, I was already walking on the sidewalk that was right in front of Niall's house. What the hell was I thinking? I turn my heels and try to quickly walk back but it was too late.
[AN: I absolutely hate and I mean HATE the words that these people use to insult Harry. Nobody EVER use these words. ]
"Oh if it isn't fag boy" a tall, buff guy that goes by the name Zayn Malik comes towering over me. I try to move away but his fist quickly comes in contact with my jaw and I let out a small squeak of pain. I slam hard to the floor and tears began to build in my eyes.
"Little shit head gonna cry? Is the cock sucker gonna cry to his mommy?"
He kicks me hard in the gut consistently until blood is seen. Suddenly he stops and a muffled voice is telling Zayn that I have had enough. There is bickering and then all the voices fade out and I am being picked up in someone's arms.
"You're safe now"
