Bullied by Harry Styles

Ten

~ Harry's POV ~

Curiosity filled a pair of electric blue eyes which made contact with mine. My eyes never left hers for a solid 1 minute. Why was she all of a sudden interested in my life. Serene eyes continued to stare at me.

"Because he purposely hurt his own family members," I crooked.

"I-I'm really sorry,"

"No it's fine. I'm just glad me and my sister are finally safe."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah. Gemma. She's older than me. My dads bad memories caused her to move away," I said truthfully. Resting my left hand on the bitter cold granite counter, I looked around avoiding an awkward silence. Warmth filled my left hand. My head shot down to find a pair of hands on mine. Looking back up I looked at Melissa dumbfound.

"Do you ever feel lonely?"

I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach. Truthfully, I was a lonely wreck. My sister had moved out with my mom leaving me with my grandma. It wasn't that my mom didn't want me anymore. Its because I caused too much trouble. The day she left, she cried and planted a kiss on my forehead. She said a few words before leaving me. I still don't know why she left me. Don't other moms put up with their kids even though they might drive them crazy. I guess not. The burning feeling started forming in my eyes. No Harry. The pressure on my hands increased as Melissa squeezed it. Almost comforting me.

"Yeah... Sometimes,"

"Sorry that was a stupid question,"

"No it's fine, really. Your the only person I know who-" I got distracted by Melissa's pierced lips.

A sudden wave of shock hit her and she hesitantly removed her hand from mine. Silence once again filled the room.

"Um... I should be going home. My moms probably worried,"

I nodded and responded, "okay, I'll drive you."

She nodded in agreement.

~ Melissa's POV ~

The car ride with Harry couldn't be more awkward. I don't even know why I brought up the topic about his parents. Why do I care? Oh wait I don't. Or do I? My argument with myself broke off when I noticed the car come to a stop.

"Thanks," I thanked.

"No problem just give me a second to help you out of the car,"

I nodded.

The car door flew wide open and a pair of tanned hands reached for my back while another waited for my hands to grab it. Taking his left hand, I pull myself up with all my energy. Until now I hadn't noticed the pain in my left leg. Harry's arm clenched onto my waist while another held my hand for balance. I swear the stairs to my house porch was the hardest climb.

Me and Harry stood at my front door staring at a piece of paper. This seemed on going. I broke tge trance by pulling the paper from the door. I began to read it.

Dear Meli,

I have a sudden business meeting in Australia. You can stay at a friends house for two weeks. Make sure to call me when you get there.

Love mom.

I began shaking. Oh god. Please no! I bent down as my hands desperately scanned under the carpet for a key. Fuck. I slammed my hand on the cement in frustration. Bad idea. I winced in pain. Shutting my eyes, I hope for the pain to leave.

"Melissa? What are you doing..?"

Shit. I forgot Harry was with me.
"Uhh.. nothing. I just can't find the god damn key!" I responded.

"If you want-"

"No H-Harry, you have done me enough favours," I began after I cut him off. "Plus, ill stay over at a friends.." Who the hell was I kidding. Everyone knew I was a loner. Everyone.

"Oh- wait, you have friends?"

My breath began to deepen.

"Well that was a bit harsh," I chuckled nervously.

"Com'n, get up Melissa, you can stay at my house."

"What? No! You c-can't tell me what to do!"my voice raised immediately.

Harry took a deep breathe.

"Melissa, you have no one else to go to. And I'm not leaving you here," he said calmly. My blood began to boil. Who the hell does he think he is? My hero? More like my predator.

"Why?! You always did! Don't you remember?! You would beat me up and leave me around in the streets! Why do you care-"

I was interrupted by a soft pair of lips on mine. Oh my god. Harry Styles. Is. Kissing. Me. My eyes popped out. I was mind boggled. I blinked slowly. He slowly parted away.

The cold air hit my now wet lips harshly.

"H-Harry, what-"

I was interrupted once again, but this time I was being pulled by a muscular arm.

"Come on," the deep voice lured me.

I felt something in the pit of my stomach.

Butterflies?

No.

Spark?

Yes.

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