Harry Styles One Shots

Blondie

Today was the longest day of school I've ever had. Maybe it because today Harry was coming home from tour. Everyone in my school knew me and Harry were dating. I do get hate a lot, but Harry tells me to ignore it. Its hard to ignore it when they write horrible things on my locker, and scream at me when I walk down the hallway. I've gotten my locker painted five times in the six months me and Harry have been together.

Closing my locker door, I stopped when I heard snickering from behind me. I turned around to see Kelsey standing there, with two of her other friends. "Kelsey," I nodded. She was in need of a touch up. She dyed her hair blonde, and her roots are growing in. They're showing too much. Robin and Alicia have naturally blonde hair, but they dye it lighter, to look like Kelsey's.

"Y/n," she smiled sweetly at me. I walked past her and made my way out of the school building. "Harry doesn't love you!" She yelled after me. Ignore it, Y/n. Just.. Ignore it.

"He's been going on dates with Taylor Swift while on his breaks!"

He visits you on his breaks, ignore her. Don't fall for it.

"He asked Kendall Jenner to dinner! He said that they would be cute together!" She's making this up, you know she is.

But why do I feel that hole in my chest? Why does it burn?

I walked outside. I was looking for Harry's car when I heard, "Hey, bitch, I'm talking to you!" My head was yanked back, my hair being pulled. I held the back of my head as I gasped in pain. "Get off!" I screamed. "You don't deserve Harry! He doesn't need a useless whore in his life!" She slapped me across my face and went to kick me when she was cut off by a deep voice, "Hey!"

She straightened up, as did Robin and Alicia. I was turned around until Harry pulled me in his chest and I couldn't stop tears from pouring out of my eyes.

"What's going on? Why are you hitting my girlfriend? Why are you yelling those mean things to her?" Harry ran his hand up and down my back. His chest felt like home, and I felt safe and protected. I fisted his shirt in my hands and hid my face the best that I could.

He squeezed my body, keeping his arms tightly locked around me. "She had a bug in her face. I was getting it off."

"Don't lie to me, Kelsey."

"You know my name?"

"It isn't a good thing."

She stuttered. "Well, she doesn't deserve you!"

"How would you know what she deserves? Why do you say that?"

"She's a nerd! She doesn't go to parties, she likes covering herself, she wears these ugly beanies!" My hat was thrown off of my head, and tossed to my back. "Stop."

It was like I could feel all three girls freeze. "Pick it up. Now." Seconds later, I felt my beanie being put back on my head. Harry's never been angry before. He never tells his fans what to do, unless he's promoting a non bully act, or promoting their tour or album. He's never been so.. Demanding.

"I love Y/n, and she deserves better than what I can give her."

"But you're famous! You're a popstar! Why go for this... School girl, when you can have Taylor Swift or Kendall Jenner, or me?!"

"I don't date plastics."

I bit my lip to stop it from falling, but I couldn't contain the smile that pulled at my lips.

He told her.

We walked away, and Harry opened the car door for me. He buckled me in, and walked around to his side. He placed his two fingers under my chin, and moved my face until he saw my red cheek. Hesitantly, he ran his thumb along the mark. "You're gonna bruise bad, baby girl," He frowned. "I'm so sorry."

"Its not your fault."

"I should of been here on time. This wouldn't of happened."

"Don't blame yourself. It would of happened either way," Before he could protest, I grabbed his face in mine and pressed my lips to his.

I heard the click of a camera.