~Natalie's P.O.V~
That next morning I wake up with a pounding headache. "Here." Liam says as he hands me two pills.
"What's this?"
"Tylenol. Take it."
"I don't want it."
"Natalie, you need it. Take it."
Liam shoves the pills into my face. I hate swallowing pills. Okay. I can't handle the sight of blood, or swallowing Tylenol pills. So what? Everybody is different.
After Liam leaves the room, I walk into my closet. Another morning deciding on what to wear..
I decided to go somewhat girly today. I choose a peach colored, collared, sleeveless shirt, and some black skinny jeans, along with some white high top converse. "We are taking you to school today, Natalie." Louis says, as I walk down the stairs to the kitchen. "Why? I know how to drive."
"Because. After what happened yesterday, we can't take any more chances. He can hurt you, Natalie."
"You guys are so overprotective. Jerks." I joke.
It's only Louis who drives me to school that morning. And the car ride there isn't really fun. "So, Natalie. About Harry... Um.. Zayn told me what you told him last night and I-"
"He told you? Oh my god. Why would he fucking tell you that?"
"I.. I kind of wanted to know.."
"Oh my god, Louis! Why? Why the fuck would you want to know?.."
"Because, Natalie, I'm you're fucking brother. I'm supposed to protect you. Dad never protected you, he was an alcoholic! Now that they are gone, it's our job to protect you!"
That silences me so he can go on. He takes a deep breath. "Anyways, I needed to know. He's a fucking bully, Nat. You need to be protected. It seriously tears me apart knowing that my little sister is getting picked on by some guy who thinks he's some world-round popstar. You're a little sister. My little sister. Our little sister, Natalie. You should be thankful that we care enough to protect you like this. Today while you're in school, the boys and I are going to Mr. Ogden's office and telling him about what's happening between you and Harry."
"No, you can't-"
"We are. Case closed. Now go, or else you'll be late."
I step out of the car, realizing that we've been parked at the curb for 15 minutes. Louis waves at me through the glass and I ignore him. What was Me, Ogden going to do?
Or worse....
What was Harry going to do?
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