One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preference 23. Bullies at school...

Niall- You kept your head down as you hurried down the hall. You didn't like when people noticed you because you would always get bullied. It was like you had a target on your back or you were like a magnet.

"There's Y/N~."

You froze on the spot and gulped as Jasmine Green made her way over to you with her small group of wannabes. You and her use to be great friends since sixth grade but when you guys hit tenth, she got mad when her boyfriend hit in you. She had hated you ever since then ending up bullying you.

"I've been looking everywhere for you, bestie~. Have you been avoiding me?" she asked, a smirk on her face as your eyes looked for away out of this. "Why don't we go somewhere private to talk~?"

"No thanks. I have to get home," you mumbled, running passed them.

She followed you and you got your phone out, texting Niall bit once you sent the text you remembered no one in the school knew you were dating the star football (soccer) player of the school. He wouldn't be able to do much without them realizing it.

But as soon as you hit a dead end in the back of the school, you got a text from him, asking where you were. You didn't think twice as you told him just as Jasmine stopped behind you. "Well, well, well. Looks like you have no where to hide, no way to escape, and definitely no one to help you," she sneered, smirking.

A few minutes later, Niall showed up to find you crying. "Y/N," he said, walking up to you. "We have to tell them. You'll keep getting bullied if we don't."

You looked up at him and nodded. "Okay. Just make it stop. It really hurts," you said, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater.

He pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know. I'm sorry."

The next day, you and Niall walked into school hand in hand getting everyone to stare. You started to pull away when he squeezed your hand, earning a small smile from him. You took as deep breath and squeezed back. After that day, no one bullied you again.

Harry- You scoffed as you saw one of the jocks push one of your classmates into the lockers. "The nerd can't fight back~," Sam laughed.

You walked over and pushed your way through the jocks to the middle. "Back off, Sam," you snapped, glaring at him.

Oh~. The nerd has a girlfriend, does he? Why are you helping this nerd?"

"Because he's better looking then you."

He glared at you before he groaned in pain, falling on his knees and holding his crotch. "W-what the hel?"

"Beat it!" you yelled, glaring at the boys.

They quickly got out of there, Sam right behind them ands you rolled your eyes and turned towards the boy. "You okay, Harry?" you asked, picking his glasses up off the floor and cleaning them off.

"Yeah. Thanks," he mumbled, looking at you.

You sighed and put his glasses on for him. "You need to stand up for yourself, Hazza. Or you need to let the real you out instead of hiding behind a mask," you said, brushing the curls out of his eyes.

He sighed and was thankful no one was in the hall. "I know but I've always been like this."

"Well, I hope you know that I don't care what you look like. I'll still love you just as much," you said, smiling at him.

The next day, you were putting your things in your locker when you heard mumbling behind you. You closed your locker and turned around to see Harry walking towards you but it wasn't nerds Harry that everyone knew, it was the real Harry that you knew.