He's your bully...(Harry)

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Y/N's P.O.V. 

I walked through the school's corridor. Afraid of anything being stuck to the back of my jacket or anything being thrown at me. "Y/N!" I heard, I tighten my eyes. I slowly turned around. Watching Y/F/N walking towards me, with open arms. 

"Y/F/N!!" I shouted quietly. "Y/N, You look a bit different!" She smiled. Well, that was the point. I used to be that girl that wore glasses and had braces, sweaters, baggy pants. Blah, blah, blah. I'm done with that old me. I changed to contacts and finally got my braces off. 

I was now wearing a new clothing style. I wore a pair of red hightop converses, jeans, tank top, with a draped cardigan. My hair was loosly curled and to just top it all, I wore a forehead headband. I thought it looked pretty. Appearently, so did Y/F/N. 

"So, Y/N.." Y/FN said. I opened my locker then looking at me. "What?" She rolled in her lips, making that clamping up face. I was now highly scared of what might slip out of her mouth. "You..think Harry will still bo-" 

"Yes." I cut her off. I slammed my locker, a bit harshly. "What did you do to him?" Y/FN asked. I gave her a questioning look. "Nothing, I didn't do anything to him to be treating me like this." I answered. "Then what's his problem?" She sounded confused. Which showed off that she was confused. 

"I wondered that since Junior year." The same year that he started going here, and started bullying me. "Just, drop it please." I mumbled. "Sure." Y/F/N noticed my watery eyes, so she pulled me close to her and embraced me into a warm hug. 

"He looks a bit different too.." She mumbled, loud enough for me to hear it clearly. "What do you mean?" I asked, untangling myself from her hug, "He has more tattoo's, his hair, his clothes.." She pointed Harry's 'new' features. "Oh." I seemed unintrested. 

"I-" 

"Y/F/N!" We both heard, I immediately knew who it belonged to. Harry. "You know where Y/N is?"

Yes, you fucking idiot. She's right here. 

Y/F/N trailed towards my direction. Which was followed by Harry's eyes. He studied me for a second, then looked back at Y/FN. 

Oh god..

"Stop playing games..Y/FN." He growled. 

Ouch, that hurted..

"I-I'm n-not.." She stuttered. His head turned my direction. My eyes slowly shifted downwards. Since I was leaning on my locker, he pounded his hand next to the locker that I was leaning on. Making me flinch. 

"Oh look! Y/N got a new look!! How cute?" His eyes darken, making mine close. Everyones attention was now on us two. "Trying to be someone else huh?" 

That didnt even make sense!! Wait, did it? 

"No. No, I'm not." I managed to say. I got out of his gaze. "Where do you think you're going?" He smirked. Harry's hand caught mine and he pulled me back to where I was. Facing him. I didn't answer. I looked down, then I looked up. His smirk was fading and formed into a straight line. 

"Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!" He shouted. My back rised up against the locker. I gulped, taking a glimpse at the floor. His collection of tattoo's increased. His hair had gotten messier. 

"Harry, leave her alone." Harry and I both heard. I immeadiately knew who it belonged to. Jacob. He had hair similar to Harry, he was the same hieght was Harry, he was my boyfriend. 

Harry's eyes were still on me, but instantly turned sad. His expression soften for a second, then he turned back to furious. "Later." He simiply told me. I knew what that meant. He was gonna deal with me later.

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