My Bully Harry Styles (Harry Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5



Zoe's pov.



Crap.

Oh god.

Why?

I'm so stupid.

If I wasn't messing around with his stupid picture he wouldn't of seen these cuts. No one knows about them. No one. Well he does now.

Unless I pretend they're something else.

"Zoe what have you done?" To be fair why does he care? I thought he would have that nasty smirk of his growing on his face by now but no he actually looks... concerned? like he cares?

Nah he wouldn't care if I died right here right now.

"Em it was my.... cat? yes my cat she, she was a bit rough last night when we were playing." I hoped he believed that. Who am I kidding I'm rubbish at lying.

"Don't lie to me. Tell me why you cut. Now!" he snarled, his nostrils flaring. He's mad now. Oh god he's gonna hurt me isn't he.

This has nothing to do with him. And he's staring at my arm which is covered by my sleeve so I don't know why he's still staring. he's not magically gonna push my sleeve up. Is he?

He's making me more angry by the second. He bullies me everyday hurting me and everything but if I harm myself he gets all defensive. Like he's the only one who's aloud to hurt me.

Well no, cutting is one of my only escapes and I don't care if he knows. Ill just make sure he doesn't tell anyone.

"Well?" he asks

"Who do you think you are?" I'm now standing. He looks taking back.

"What?"

"This" I gesture to my arm "has nothing to do with you. It's my own business. How can you sit there and at like you care? huh? cause you hurt me everyday. Are you jealous that it's not only you hurting me is that it?" I'm now shouting. He stands up his height towering over.

"Are you serious? you think I'm jealous. You self harm this is serious." He is staying calm. Well this is weird.

I look up at him regretting it straight away he seems hurt from what I said. Good. Serves him right.

"And pushing me into lockers punching me and kicking me isn't? You're sick I cut for a reason. You know I didn't want to move here I had to for my mum and dads work. If I could stay in America I would. But I'm here and I can't do anything about it. Harry you bully me making everyone hate me. Only people I have are my parents. What teenager says that? and they're at work most of the time leaving me on my own days at a time.
I get Lonely. I should be shopping with new friends I made here. I should be going on dates with boys. Going to parties. Sleepovers with the girls in my year talking About teachers and they're dirty little secrets. But I can't because I have no one and it's all your fault." I take a deep breath and continue.

"Cutting is my only escape when I've had a rubbish day at school, if you've kicked me too hard in my stomach ill cut. I have no one to talk to. And the cutting takes away the pain and brings a new one on. But the pain from cutting is different ,it's relieving. Every cut means something. I don't just do it for attention. I cut out the names you call me Harry. When I cut ill think of you and I hope your face will vanish but it doesn't the next day at school there you are ready to start on me again. "

"I'm sick of it Harry I'm sick of you I'm sick of Everything!!!" I'm now crying. Why did I tell him all of that. Now he knows and is properly going to tell everyone. I'm not looking up. I bet he's smirking right now.

I need a razor.

When I finally get the courage to look up I see Harry with puffy red eyes. He sees me and sniffles away his runny nose and wipes away his tears.

What's going on? I didn't know he would cry. This is a new experience never have I once seen that boy cry. Not once.

"Zoe I never knew" he whispered.

"It doesn't Matter now. What's done is done. I hope you now realise how you make me feel".

"Please don't"

"Don't what Harry?!" I'm angry again why can't he finish what he's going to say?

"Don't cut. Stop please look I'm sorry ok. I'm sorry that you cut. It's not right. You don't need to. Please just cut it out" how dare he. How flipping dare he.

"Last time I checked this is my body and I can do what I like to it. If I killed my self you wouldn't care so why are you acting like you care now?"

"Don't say that of course I would care! just stop, stop"

He came closer to me I got scared. What is he going to do? He pulled up my sleeve sighing while looking at my cuts. He ran his fingers over each and everyone of them. My old ones to my newest ones. He noticed everyone of them.

I'm not going to lie this feels really nice no one has seen my cuts never mind touching them. It seems like he's trying to erase them from my arm but they won't budge.

Once he's done he pulls my sleeve down gently and looks at me and wipes away my remaining tears. I give him a weak smile to thank him not trusting myself to speak. He then does something odd something he's never done to me but he's done to many other people.

He Hugs me. Not a sappy hug a proper one. His arms are wrapped around and tiny back. Do I hug him back? I think I will I need the comfort.

So I wrap my arms around his neck with my head on his chest and his on an shoulder. It feels nice believe it or not. After so long someone cares about my cutting. Well he properly doesn't he's just guilty because he has caused most of them. The sound of his heartbeat fills my ears.

"So tiny. You're so tiny Zoe"

"Earlier I thought I was fat?" I remind him of one of the many nasty things he has called me.

"I know ugh please shhhh but seriously why are you so small when was the last proper meal you had?"

"It doesn't matter" it was actually five days ago. I've eating since then but not prober meals. Then again when I ate that chicken curry I forced it back up. I don't want to be called fat so ill eat the food then puke it back up.

"It does. Do you starve yourself?" he demands but still has a calm time to it.


I remove myself from his grip regretting it because the body warmth from his body leaves mine pretty quickly.

"Harry I've told you about my cutting today no one knows about that so can you maybe drop the subject?"

"Okay, but I will find out"

The problem is I don't want him to find out. I still hate him and I'm properly going to cut away the memories of today later on.

"Promise me one thing?" he looks at me.

"W-hha-tt?"

"Please try and not cut?"

"I I Harry it's harder than you think."

"For gods sake! you can't continue with it. You'll end up killing yourself if you do!"

"Why would you care If I killed myself anyway? you wouldn't care you'd properly throw a party!" were both shouting again. And I thought maybe after today I can hold a conversation with him.

"Of corse it would care! don't say that!"

"Why do you hurt me?" shit why did I ask that he's already mad at me.

"What?"

"Harry you know what I asked. "

I-I never mind I do it because I do okay. I don't have to explain myself to you Sarah! I-I mean Zoe I don't have to explain myself to you Zoe!" he just called me Sarah who's Sarah?

"Who's Sarah?"

"I don't know. Why would I know?"

"Because you just called me Sarah a minuet ago..."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did!"

"No I didn't"

"Yes you d-"

"Just drop it okay I called you Sarah who cares!"

"Okay"

"Do you want a lift home?"

"No thank you id rather walk and know ill be alive tomorrow than get in the back of your motor cycle"

"Well take the car then c'mon."

"Thank you" he just nodded.

One I had all my stuff together we headed down the stairs and out this house finally!

That's when I herd someone come in.

"Ugh not now" Harry grumbled.

"What do you me-" I was cut of my a beautiful women and a boy who looked a lot like Harry but totally different at the same time.

What's going on?

"Oh hello here hunny I'm Anne, Harrys mum."

"Hello there Anne I'm Zoe it's nice to meet you" I replied and stuck my hand out for her to shake. But had other ideas. She pulled me into a worm hug.

What is up in this family and giving great hugs?

Once I freed myself from Anne I looked over to Harry who was just rolling his eyes. Flipping Typical Harry Styles.

I looked over to the other boy.

"Oh h-el-lo. He greeted. Sticking his hand out which I gladly shook.

"Hi" I replied. He can't be related to Harry he's so polite. They both are Anne is a lovely woman I can tell and I've known her for about 2 minuets.

"I'm I'm m-ar-cel Marcel Styles. Harrys twin brother."

What?

No way?

Him!

And him!

TWins?


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A/N: hey sexy people. I'm nearly on 100 reads. Yeahhhhh. Thank you all so much it means a lot. Can you please tell me what you think so far I want to know.

What do you think of Marcel? that was the surprise for you all! I hope you liked it. So yeah don't know what else to say... oh yeah Harry found out why she cuts and he called her Sarah!! if cant remember who Sarah is Sarah is the girl who cheated on him and left him.

Anyway I'm dragging on. Please vote. Comment. And share. It means a lot. Thank youuuuu

-Britney xox