Bullied | Harry Styles fanfic |

Ch.2

When they finally walk out I actually do want to throw up. I turn my body to face the toilet and throw chunks of my food down the drain. I felt weak again I couldn't get up and I just didn't want to eat. I didn't have the strength to throw up again but I did anyway, suddenly a teacher came in and noticed my weakness or heard my vulnerableness.

"Belle sweetie are feeling okay?" I cough everything was blurry,"No' I say weakly. "well come on... We need to get you the nurse."

My vision started to recover only a bit though then I realize that my reading teacher, Ms. Lenna. She helped me get up and go to the nurse.

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When we get there the nurse told me to sit on the miniature bed. "alright so you told me that you threw up, you feel weak and that when you got up your vision started blurring?"

"Yes' I simple say. "I think you need to go home, belle." My eyes widen. I can't go home. I can't, my dad will surely kill me and say that I'm fine, even though I'm not. "No, that's ermm... I'm fine, I just need some rest that's it." I nervously say. The nurse looked at me concerned but decided to let it go. "Alright, I'll be right back, you need an ice pack and some food since you threw up your lunch."

I feel embarrassed. If I would've gone home early my dad would either kick me or slap me either way I really don't want a beating. I live with it.

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When I'm all patched up, I feel good. I mean not great, but good enough for my last 2 classes. I grab my things from the nurses office and head my health class. as I walk down the halls, I trip over my feet. I groan in agony. I lift myself up and collect my things in my hands and speed walk to my class.

When finally I get there, I take a deep breath and knock. All doors are locked so that if there is a lock down we can be safe. Which I highly doubt that there will ever be one. The teacher comes up and opens the door, since no one got it for me. "Belle, take a seat we were just about to talk about how to be safe when having a sexual intercourse." I lightly Cringe at the discussion.

I glance over at Harry and he rolled his eyes. I simply nodded. This is an embarrassing topic. "So if you had sexual intercourse, someone raise their hand and tell me, what do they use for protection?" I move my eyes to everyone who is raising their hands but me. "Belle, do you know?" My eyes widen and my cheeks are flamed with embarrassment. Why now?

"Umm... they, umm use.." I Didn't really know what they used or know anything about sex. I got interrupted by a voice that Harry's, "Phtt, She doesn't know what the guy uses for protection! Ha! She's probably a virgin!" He yells out bursting out laughing. I am so redden. I am actually a virgin. What's the big deal about having sex. It makes you feel like an utter whore.

"Class!" Ms. Rachel said, silencing the class. "Can someone please tell what the name is for protection if having sex is?" I hid my face to hide any of my dignity left. This school is truly the worst. Just a few more months and your out of this hellhole. "Condom!" Harry blurted out as if it was obvious.

That dickhead.
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Finally, saved by the bell. I quick get out of that class and briskly went to my locker. I put away my binders and get my clothes and get ready for dance class. I lock my locker and went the admin building to head to the dance studio.


I'm Always the first one here so I take my time to settle my stuff down and take my stuff out.when I am about to get my clothes out, everyone starts walking in. Its early? why would they be here so soon. I sigh in frustration. I walk into the locker room to get change and the most annoying part is that the girls started walking in. All they seemed to be talking about is about getting laid or something.

Whores

I get out and begin stretching.

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Class went by so quickly. I wish It would be longer. luckily my father doesn't get home till 6:30.

I shove everything into my backpack and head out. Well I have 2 hours to kill, I leave at 4:30 here. I'll just go home and do some homework or read. I walk down the street and cross my fingers and hope no one will jump me. I happily smile and unlock my door and put my stuff down. I am really tired so I just went upstairs and get homework done first and doze off and dream of a better life than this awful base.


I wake up and I see I am in someone's lawn. I wonder what I'm doing here? I see a shape. it's a person. I couldn't quite see the face but I can tell he look really attractive. I see a beautiful girl with a huge bright smile that lights the nights stars, But then I realize,

It's Me.

I never looked this happy. then I see the guy coming with a big bouquet of flowers in his hands. He got in his car and once he took the flowers out of his face. I saw a familiar face.

Harry!?

He gave me the flowers in the car I smiled. Why would I be smiling? I am so confused. I started leaning in. He too was leaning in to kiss me. I was standing there, confused, disgusted, and grossed out. "Belle! BELLE!" I slammed my hands on the windows.


They couldn't hear me. "Belle!! Don't kiss him!" When he was supposed to kiss me I awake in terror. I grab my alarm clock. it's only 2 am. why am I always having such grotesque dreams? I sigh in a shaky breath. luckily my father didn't abuse me today.

I put my alarm click back where it was and started to try and fall asleep, but all I think about is why I keep dreaming of my bully or still having some sort of image of Harry's lips on mine. Or what it would it feel like to have Harry's lips on mine.





I think I am going mental.