Bullied For Love. ( Harry Styles. ) [ MAJOR EDITING (slow)]

Regrets.

*Harrys POV*

'I wish you stayed out of my life.' Sophie's words echo around my head continuously as I sit here thinking.

How could I be so stupid? I could have worked it all out with Soph but no, big ol' Harry had to go and fuck up again.

Images of her face as I towered over her flashed through my mind; she was scared. Scared of me.

Anger rushed through me.

Anger at Sophie for not letting it happen. Anger at Ashley for whining about everything. Anger at my friends for egging me on.

But mostly anger at myself for starting this in the first place.

My eyes flickered down to my arm, the small scars sitting in front of my eyes.

A sick smile formed on my face. If Sophie didn't want to just agree, I'd have to make her.

I heard my mum walking through the house turning off all the lights after yelling at me for being at the party, deciding it was too late to talk to Sophie now.

As I slowly drifted off into sleep, I went through how I was going to do this.

*Sophie's POV*

I let out a sigh of relief when Anne came and picked Harry up, glad I didn't have to spend another minute with him.

It was obvious how angry she was when she saw Harry. I had to struggle to keep back a smile of amusement.

My eyelids became heavy before I was engulfed in darkness.

'Sophie... Sweetie..' mum said softly as she shook me awake, 'I have to head out for a little while. Will you be okay?'

'I'll be fine mum..' She nodded at my reply, kissing my forehead before rushing out of the room.

I let out a yawn as I pulled myself from the covers, my phone going off behind me In the sea of blankets.

When I finally found it, my stomach dropped at the name.

Harry: you hurt me in more ways than one Sophie.

Sophie: what do you mean?

It took him a little while to reply, but when he did my heart sank as I read what he sent.

Harry: you don't love me back, you don't see how much you mean to me and you don't realize you're the reason behind this.

My eyes watered at the picture he attached; his scar covered arm.

I sat staring at my phone for about 10 minutes, not really sure how to answer.

My eyes wandered over 'you don't see how much you mean to me' and I help back a laugh.

If I meant so much to him he would have never hit me, or almost killed me. You don't do that to people you care about.

Sophie: come over?

What had I just done....

* Authors Note. *

I have the worst writers block so thank you @JustCourtneyOk for the help, everyone go heck out her book it's perfect!

Only a few more chapters until this book is over!

thank you all for the feed back and I will be writing a sequel for this