• Taylah's P.O.V •
I feel a firm hand press against my shoulder, making me stop in my tracks.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice snarls quietly in my ear.
"H-home," My lip starts to tremble, making me stutter.
"Did you forget what I said earlier?" His light brown curls tickle my cheek as he leans his head closer.
I shake my head violently, not trusting my voice.
This is what it's like every weekday. From Monday to Friday. It's always:
"Get out my way, Brace Face!"
"Why don't you just go hang around with that nerd!"
Yadda, yadda, yadda. Brace Face, their one of many nicknames. But luckily, the braces will be taken off in about a month.
After years of wearing them my teeth will be perfect. Then I won't be 'Brace Face' anymore.
Goodness knows what they'll start to call me.
"Why are you not behind the shed then?" His voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
"I-I... I don't k-know," I close my eyes, hearing Harry chuckle deeply.
He doesn't say anything. Instead, he grabs my arm and yanks it, dragging me outside. People are watching, knowing whats going to happen. But as usual, they just shrug and continue talking.
I pass my friend, Sam. People call him Samantha for a reason I do not know, but from what I know and see, he's a guy.
His caramel brown eyes go dull, showing sympathy. I weakly smile at him. Soon he's out of eye sight as we reach the shed.
After around an hour Harry walks out, leaving me to sit there.
I groan and lift my hand up, settling it on my right cheek. Surely I'll have a bruise there tomorrow.
I walk out, seeing Sam and everyone else has left. I then hear a car engine roar to life and drive off.
I sigh and slowly walk home, thinking of an excuse to say to Mum. As soon as I reach the brown oak door I turn the doorknob and dump my bag on the floor.
"Taylah, honey! Where have you been?" Mum walks through, placing both hands on my shoulder.
"School work." She just nods and looks into my eyes.
"How did you get that bruise on your cheek?" I wince as Mum gently caresses the bruise.
"I walked into a wall. I'm fine though, honest," I plaster a fake smile on my face.
"Okay, if you're sure," Mum nods and walks off.
Lies, lies and more lies. This is what it's like being Bullied By Harry Styles.
