I wake up with light shinning on my face and the comfort of my living room couch beneath me. I must've dosed off after I drank the water. I had such a bad dream last night.
It was just a dream, Harry. I say to myself. However, when I get up and look at myself in the mirror, there is a huge bruise on the bottom of my jaw and dry blood around my mouth. My whole face is swollen and everything begins to ache.
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I make my way into the kitchen and there stands a blonde Irish lad speaking with my mum. I take a hoodie from the cot hanger and put it on so it can cover the bruise.
"Harry may I please speak to you?"
Niall says quietly as his voice comes closer to me.
"Sure," I whisper and he guides me out the door to my front steps.
"Harry," he begins as I move my head farther down so he doesn't see my swollen face. "Harry look at me."
He takes off my hood and he steps back in shock at the damage done to my face.
"I can't believe that bastard!!! I going to kill that asshole! Harry why didn't you tell me they were doing that to you? I could've stopped him!" Niall yells as his voice is filled with rage.
"They're your friends. And it's my battle to fight. I don't blame them for doing what they did though. Red alert: Gay nerd" I speak up and point to myself during the last sentence. Niall looked at me like I was inane.
"Harry, there shouldn't be any reason for someone to bully you. And popularity got in the way of our friendship and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to your needs."
He taps on my shoulder and gives me a hug. I finally have a friend.
"And if anyone tries to hurt you I will give them a piece of my mind."
Niall nudges me and slowly begins to walk away.
And just so you know, no, Niall isn't gay. He has a girlfriend and she is one of the nicest people in my school. I put my hood back on and walked back inside.
"What did Niall want sweetheart?" My mother asked with concern clear in her eyes. She hadn't figured out that people beat me up because on weeknights she works rally late and I don't go out of my room on the weekends so I barley even see her.
"Nothing mum. I don't feel well so I'm just going to go upstairs and take a nap"
It wasn't a complete lie. I did feel a little sick but I wanted to go upstairs because my phone is up there. He might've texted me.
I rush up the stairs and go straight to the phone on my desk. I turned my phone on and looked across the bright screen that read:
1 new message
Unknown: Baby!!!!! Are you okay?!!! Are you hurt?!!
How did he know? Did he see Zayn beat me up?
Me: yeah I'm fine I have a few bruises on my jaw as well as my stomach.
Unknown: I wish I was there to kiss it and make it all better.
I blush and picture what this mysterious man looked like. I don't know anything about him.
Me: Tell me things about you if you won't even tell me your name. What do you look like? What year are you? What do you like to do? Tell me about yourself.
Unknown: Well Harry. Curious much? I have brown hair, blue eyes, and I'm in year 11. I am a football player in school and I hang out with the"popular kids" if you like to call them that.
I cringe at his description. A football player? Popular? This has to be a joke. A sick sick joke. No one would ever like me.
Me: I don't know who the hell you think you are but I want you to stop texting me. How can you even like me if you know nothing about me?
Unknown: I know that you are beautiful, handsome, brilliant, amazing in every way and you always seem to smile through everything and that's what I like most about you. And I love how you hug yourself in your sleep. It's so cute.
What the hell? When did he see me sleep? This guys is officially a stalker! Creep!
Me: What the hell are you talking about?
Unknown: shit
Unknown: Last night, after Zayn beat you up, Niall began to yell at him and I picked you up when no one was watching and brought you home. I promise you I am not a creep. I just wanted you safe. But you asleep in my arms is just such a beautiful sight.
I thought that Niall brought me home. This guy is so creepy. How does he know where I live?
Me: How did you know where I live?
Unknown: your last name is one your mail box silly. And I got you in the house because the door was open so I put you on your living room couch and left.
Me: you are seriously a stalker and I think I might block you.
Unknown: Please I'm begging you. Don't please.
Me: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't? You came inside my house!
Unknown: it's because I really really like you harry and I want you to see that I'm looking out for you and that I like you a lot.
I set my phone down and decide that I'm not going to text him but I don't want to block him just incase he says his name.
Time flew by so fast. I can believe tomorrow's Monday and I will make sure to keep my eyes open for this guy. I have no clue who he is or how he got my number but I won't stop until I find out who this person is.
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"Yo Harry come on! We are gonna be late for school if you keep slacking!" Niall says with a smile on his face while I and about 5 feet behind him. I speed up a little until I am by his side.
"Harry I was meaning to ask you," Niall says "Did you walking home the night Zayn beat you up? I was fighting with him and telling him to get his hands off of you and then I turn back and you were gone."
"Yeah I walked home" I quietly lied. I have no clue why I didn't tell the truth. Maybe Niall knows who has my number but I still stay quiet.
When we get to school, I look at my surroundings to see if anyone is looking at me differently or stalking me. Nothing. Everyone still looks at me with disgust.
Niall and I part our separate ways like we always do every morning. I walk towards my locker and open it thinking to myself that today is a pretty good day so far because nobody made fun of me yet. But just when I open my locker I hear a voice coming from behind me. A voice that is too familiar in my ears.
"Well if it isn't Gay Boy!!"
Says the boy with a strong but high pitched voice as he slams my locker almost on my fingertips. I whimper and shutter closing my eyes and wishing for him to disappear.
I turn around to a group of about five 11th graders. Zayn is back to hurt me some more and he is here with the leader of this group. The one bully that has hurt me the most throughout my whole life.
"What do you want Louis?"
