It's Complicated « niall horan / harry styles

Chapter1-Its a Nightmare.

Chapter1-It's a Nightmare.

I unlocked the door to my flat & stepped in. I closed it then flicked on the light.

Silence.

The only thing I've been hearing in my flat for two years. After my parents died two years ago, and my brother kicked me out, I've lived by myself with no friends. I work at a small bakery and I'm still in high school. I sometimes think;

Why am I in this world?

Why am I even alive?

There's a lot of people with amazing lives and I'm just here watching the world go by without me. I feel lonely. If only I had a friend that would cheer me up when I'm down. Which is all the time.

At school , I'm bullied all the time. So much, that I want to end my life in a second. If only my parents hadn't gotten in a car crash. If only my brother cared enough, and hadn't kicked me out.

If only my life wasn't so complicated.

I went to my room and changed into my pajamas. My flat was really small. It only had two rooms, a bathroom, a small living room, and a kitchen.

I laid down on my bed and started thinking about my life. I was useless. Nobody gave a fuck about me. Why did I have to be so ugly ? I had a round face and light brown wavy hair. I was horrible. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. I never wore make up so maybe that was why. I decided to stop thinking about it and go to sleep. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to take over me.

-Morning-

I opened my eyes and looked at the small clock beside me on the coffee table. It was 7:32 a.m. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I went to the bathroom and took a fast shower. After that I went to my closet and looked for something to wear even though I didn't have that much clothes. I picked some skinny jeans, a black t-shirt, and my black sneakers. I changed really fast then brushed my hair. It looked straight, but when it dries, it gets all wavy and fuzzy. I hate my hair. I got my backpack then went through the front door.

I went outside. It was a really nice day. The sun was out and I could hear the birds singing. I walked to the sidewalk then on my way to school. I walked because I didn't have a car. Who was I kidding? I didn't even have a phone. I berly had any money.

Ten minutes later of walking, I saw the school. Here goes another day of torture. I walked inside the gates then heard somebody calling my name. I kept walking because I knew exactly who it was. I tried walking faster, but I already heard his footsteps behind me. My heart was beating fast. Why couldn't he leave me alone?

I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder. Then they pulled and I almost fell to the floor. He got my hair and pulled it. He made me turn around and face him. I felt tears roll down my cheeks.

"Why are you ignoring me, you bitch?" He yelled.

"I-I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't going to fix it!"

He got my wrist and pulled me to the side of the school. He was squeezing my wrist hard, I felt like he was breaking my bones. When we got to the side, he threw me against the wall. I yelped and slid down, feeling pain on my head. He got the collar of my shirt and made me stand up. I sobbed harder.

"You better not ignore me, next time Saphire." He whispered in my ear. I nodded, tears still in my eyes. He got my shoulders then threw on the hard floor. I felt pain all over my body now.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing!?" Somebody yelled. It sounded like a boy with an irish accent. I tried to sit up but I felt too much pain in my body. I heard yelling and punching, then I blacked out.

My life is a nightmare.

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I really hate writing Harry as a bully. I mean he's a fucking cupcake, for god sake.

But it's only for the story!

Read my other stories while you're at it, please!

-chelle xo