Bullied by Harry Styles

Six

~ Melissa's POV ~

When the bell for lunch rang, I grabbed my things and scurried out of class. I didn't want to say or hear another word from Harry. I stuffed my things in my locker and pulled out my wallet. Before locking my locker, I checked my phone for notifications. Nothing. Shocker! I sighed and locked my locker and made my way to the cafeteria.

I ended up buying pizza and a can of coca cola. I sat in a table all by myself. Again. Shocker. I was about to take a bite out of my pizza when I felt something hit my cheek. I looked down to see what it was. A piece of lettuce. I toke a deep breathe and took a bite out of my pizza. It wasn't long until someone threw and empty pop can at me. I ignored it and took another bite. This wasn't new of course. I would get food thrown at me everyday at lunch. I some how found a way to ignore it and trust me. It was hard. Sighing heavily as I took the last bite out of my pizza. I stood up and walked towards the garbage can when I accidentally bumped into someone. I saw a girl with blonde hair with makeup plastered on her face. She smirked at me while holding out the smoothie she purchased. The next thing I know is feeling something liquid like drip down my face and hair. My mouth formed an "o". I was dumbfounded.

"This is so next time you know not to talk to Harry or sit beside him," she smirked at me. I felt my eye start to burn from the liquid forming in my eyes. My sight started to become blurry. I knew who she was. A clingy bitch that held on to Harry. Ugh! She laughed and walked away. Once again I was a clown. I ran to the door. The door flew open before I could push it open.There stood the curly haired boy. He looked at me astonished. He wore a look that screamed 'what happened?!' I shed a tear before whispering

" This is all your fault." He looked at me hurt. I didn't give a shit. I ran towards the girls bathroom so I can clean up. I pulled a few towels out and tried to clean my shirt with it. I reached my hands out to get more towels when suddenly the girls bathroom door flew open.

Harry stood at the entrance.

~ Harry's POV ~

I have no clue what happened but I found her with pain in her eyes. She had pink liquid dripping from her hair and her clothes. Before I could say anything she say 5 words that hit me in the head.

"This is all your fault," she croaked. Then she ran towards the girls bathroom and now I'm standing on the door frame of the room she was in.

"Harry?! What the hell are you doing here?!" She yelled.

"What happened?"

"Since when do you care? Just this Friday you were punching me and sent me to the hospital."

"I asked what happened!" I yelled. She jumped up in fear. I saw a bead of tear roll down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me!" she pleaded. That broke my heart in two. Was she actually really that scared of me? I don't blame her. After 4 years of bullying her I don't blame her for being in constant fear.

I sighed. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Now please tell me what happened."

She started crying. Hard.

"M-Mackenzie threw her smoothie on my head b-because you sat beside me in math," she sobbed.

I looked at her. She was hurt. An idea popped in my head. So I slowIy walked up to her and embraced her in my arms. She was shaking. I kissed her forehead and cooed in her ear

"Shhh... It's gonna be fine. I promise. Shhh... It's okay love, don't cry." She barely stopped shaking. I picked her up bridal style and sat her down on the sink counter. I grabbed a few damp paper towels and started to clean her off. Mackenzie really got on my nerves. How dare she do such a thing. I felt my blood boil. I didn't realize I started to press onto Melissa's skin harshly until she let out a 'ow'.

"Sorry. I was thinking about something and Mackenzie didn't punch you or anything right?" I asked.

"No." she said quietly.

"Then why does it hurt?" I questioned.

"Ummm..." she trailed off.

"Your parents don't beat you up right?!" I yelled.

"What?! No! My mom would never raise a hand on me!" she replied quickly.

"Then why does it... Did I do it to you?" I asked.

"Yes..." She sighed.

I looked down. I was literally ashamed of myself. When I finally looked up I asked her a question that made her cheeks turn crimson red.

"Can I?" I questioned while holding onto the bottom of her shirt.

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