Our baby

FUCK. MY. LIFE.

Aubrey's POV:

I was walking down to my locker, avoiding everyone staring at me. I hate being bullied, especially from Harry. he bullied me for no reason, and that was not exceptable. I got everyhting thing i needed and walked away when a familiar person shoved me to the ground. "Where do you think your going love?" Harry said. "I was heading home, w-why?" He shook his head and kicked me right in the stomach, then punched me in the face and slapped me across the cheek. I cryed and walked away, not caring about him, then a man bumped into me saying "Whats wrong love? you look horrible!" I ignored him nd walked into my house.

"WHERE WERE YOU? your half and hour late!" my mom yelled. she doesnt know i get bullied afterschool by that douchebag harry! and i dont plan on telling her. "Mom, im sorry! i had to get my project from school and then i had to chat with my teacher about he upcoming due date." I lied. She understood and came to hug me. "You know you can tell me anything, im always here for you sweetheart." I smiled and headed upstairs until my mom spoke up about something. "Honey, i forgot! were heading over to the Styles residents for dinner tonight!" I stopped in my tracks and tought that why in the living name of fuck would my mom ever be friends with harry style mum!

I showered and went to go get dressed. I covered up my bruises and got dressed. I did my makeup which was mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick that mathced my skin color, natural is more pretty than a cake full of maekup. I wnet downstairs and headed for the door and into the car. I plugged in my earphones and listened to music. its PARADISE in my ear.

We parked into the driveway and got out the car. We kncked on the door to be introduces by a lady who looked rather young. "GEMMA! So nice to see you love. Wheres your mum?" Gemma, pointed to the kitchen and we see harry and his mum cooking."Sweetie, why dont you help?" i sighed and went to the counter to see a smirking harry. I glared at him and chopped the lettuce. Harry, being an ass, pushed my and i halfway cutted the alm of my hand. I screamed and panicked, while harry grabbed a napkin and tried to dab it. Bipolar much?

The ladies came in and saw harry helping me with the huge gash on my hand. "Lets get to dinner, shall we?"

<~~~~~~~ Dinner Time ~~~~~~~>

"Harry, dont you have a party tomorrow night?" he sighed and replied "yes, i do. In fact, why dont you come along aubrey?" he smirked. FUCK. MY.LIFE!!!!!!!!!

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First chapter done. Got a lot more to cover. Vote, comment below what you think?

And it's party time with styles. Nice ;)

Bye Lovelies!