“BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.”
I rolled over to the sound of my alarm clock, and my little brother in his room playing guitar. Well, attempting to play guitar.
“HAILEY! GET UP SWEETIE YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!” My mom called from downstairs.
Let’s back it up. I’m Hailey Johnson, 15 years old, sophomore in highschool. I have long brown straight hair, tan skin, blue eyes, and long eyelashes. I play volleyball and lacrosse. I live in a three story house with my mom and brother. We have three dogs and two cats.
Before you assume I have it all, let me assure you, I do not. I am rather fortunate at home, but school is different.
I am bullied.
By who?
Harry. Harry Edward Styles. We used to be best friends.
*FLASHBACK*
I walked into school on my first day of high school. I was lost and confused trying to find some of my friends. Then I saw Harry! Perfect, he probably knows where he is going.
“Harry!” I called. He looked at me and smiled.
“Hailey!” He embraces me in the biggest hug I have ever had.
“Ouch. Harry, you’re hurting me.” I chuckle.
“Sorry. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
He was so over-caring and cute- no. No he wasn’t what am I saying he isn’t cute I don’t like him in that way of course.
*LATER THAT DAY, STILL IN FLASHBACK*
I was searching for my group of friends at lunch. Once again, I saw Harry. Only this time he was with the popular crew. Weird. I shrugged it off and walked over to him.
“Harry, where are we sitting?”
He pointed at the nerd table, “You can sit there. I’ll be with my friends, slut.”
I looked him in the eye, not for long though. After a few seconds my vision was blur and tears rolled down my cheeks.
But for those few seconds I did look him in the eye, I saw hurt. I thought maybe he was just having a bad day and he will be okay afterschool when I come over.
*LATER THAT DAY AGAIN*
*Knock knock knock*
I am at Harry’s house to hang out like we do every day since third grade.
“Hi Hailey! Harry is not here right now, he is hanging out with some new friends I guess. You can come in if you’d like!”
Harry’s mom was the sweetest.
“It’s fine, I’ve got to get going. Tell Harry to call me if he can.”
“Alright sweetie. See you soon.” She hugged me.
*THE NEXT DAY, STILL IN FLASHBACK*
I walked back into the school, in search for Harry.
“Hey Hailey!”
I guess he found me first. I turned around.
“Hi Harr-“
I was cut off by water balloons being thrown at me by him and his “friends.”
*END OF FLASHBACK*
And I guess you could say, it was the same all that year. Over summer we didn’t talk. Now today is day one of high school and a small part of me really hopes he is nice to me.
But the rest of me hates his fucking guts.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you all for reading chapter one. The language I used in some parts will be something you need to get used to if you plan on continuing to read this.
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Much love,
Ally <3
