No. I don't love him
"You're ugly!" "You're worthless!" "You're fat!" "You're a nerd!" "You're a slut!" "Go die bitch!"
The same words gave me the same feeling as they cut through me like newly sharpened knives. I looked up with my tear stained cheeks and saw my bullies with no sign of pity in their stone cold glares. The mesmerizing green eyes i fell in love with looked at me with a scowl as his curly hair was swept in his forehead.
Everyday i ask myself, what have i done to deserve this? Why can't i just have my fairy tale ending? Oh i know, because he's Harry styles. And his ego always comes first.
"Move along ya shower of cunts!" Niall shouted through the crowd as the cold hearted people started to disperse, Harry leaving me with a death glare. My heart immediately shattered into a million pieces.
"You okay? Did they hurt you?" Niall asked hurriedly. I laughed through the tears waving him off.
"Just my self esteem" i said jokingly. Niall helped me up silently laughing as well.
"Well, come on! In a few years we'd be out of this hell hole" Niall said urging me to class. I followed behind, not minding the stare of someone boring on my back.
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Somehow, i knew this would happen.
Harry has the bad boy image, and good looks which could eventually make him popular. And me? I'm just simple old me, and Harry? My Harry was gone, replaced by a Harry who would only be with me when he needed. And i wasn't fine with that.
I remember that day when he left me for his friends as if it was yesterday, it was the only memory i had but it was enough to keep me going.
*flashback*
I rubbed my hands in my arms in an attempt to get away from the coldness of being alone. Harry wasn't where he usually met me, which was by the gates. I walked into school alone with the same words being spoken to me.
"She's fat" "god, she looks miserable!" "She's super ugly don't get attached to her" "she's weird i promise"
I knew i had to get used to it, but right now they pierced through me harder seeing as my best friend wasn't there to protect me, and tell me what they say is a lie.
I sat in my seat which was behind the very class, i didn't want attention since the only attention i get was from bullying.
My eyes lit up when i saw Harry walk into the door with someone closely behind.
They were the ones who bullied me.
Harry didn't take his usual seat next to me, he tried inching away as if he was disgusted of me. Hell, i was disgusted with myself but my best friend? Who had comforted me and talked me to stop cutting?
Right now i felt alone, and i told myself i had to get used to it.
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The longly awaited bell rang as students rushed to get out of the classroom.
Even Harry who didn't even wait for me.
I decided to confront him, and i didn't care if it was in front of his newly made friends who just so happened to bully me, i just want my Harry back. The Harry that i LOVED. The green eyes who'd watch me intently as people gradually say hurtful words, the dimples i see when i try to lighten up the mood when someone bullies me and he gets mad, and the arms who'd hold me together while i was crying.
Harry was laughing with his 'friends' when i walked over to him. His eyes met mine and they hardened, not the same soft green eyes.
"Er Harry? Can i talk to you?" I ask timidly as his 'friends' let out an 'oooh'. Harry smirked at me, and not in an accepting way, in a mocking way.
"No thanks sweetie, w- what's your name again?" He said as his friends snicker. I looked at him, making my emotion go to my eyes. It's my special ability, and the only thing special about me.
"Goodbye Harry" i said my voice cracking slightly as i spun on my heel expecting Harry to run after me.
And he didn't.
After that, i knew i lost my Harry. And there was no way i could get him back.
*end*
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I know the plot's pretty cliché but what the heck?! This is wattpad people!!
I got nothing much to say to this. I just like pouring my emotions through writing.. Helps me cope :)
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