Not Who You Think I Am.

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Credits of the title are going to Jillian Stylinson, thank you (:

Harry packed his bag for school and quickly grabbed all of his books together. He sighed  'Another day of bullying, so excited woohoo.' His mum came downstairs 'Come on Harold, it isn't that bad, is it?' 'Yea I like school, but the 'cooler' boys are always making fun of me.' What Harry didn't tell was that the bullies also hitted him, especially that new kid, Louis Tomlinson. Harry didn't want his mom to be worried so he just let it be the way it was.  

Harry almost arrived when he saw Louis and his 'friends' walking on their way to school. Harry nervously walked further when he suddenly heared Louis voice calling him 'Hey nerd, why don't you come here?' Harry knew this wasn't a question but a command. Harry's hands began to sweet as he was walking up to them. 'H-h-i'   'Wow don't be so shy, curly. We aren't biting. We only hit nerdy peoples.' And then Harry felt a hard thing hitting his head. He immediatly turned around to look who it was, but something had covered his eyes.  'LET ME GO!' 'Don't scream, you would regret it.' Harry felt something hitting his stomach, after he was pushed to the ground. Harry just laid there, saying nothing, making no noise, while he was getting hit everywhere. Suddenly it stopped, it seems like ages. Harry was scared 'What would they do now?' He tought. He heard footsteps running away, but he knew there still was someone. 'Hello?' Harry asked. It was quiet for a moment. 'Hi' suddenly a voice said. Someone was helping him up and helping Harry to wipe of the dust. Harry still had the blindfold and couldn't see a thing. Then he heard the last footsteps running away. Harry quickly took off the blindfold and saw no one standing there. He squeezed his eyes shut with the touch of the sunlight, shining bright. 'Hello?!' No one answered. He gave up and quickly walked his last meters to school. 

That night Harry couldn't sleep because he was still wondering who helped him. He was sore all over his body. The hate in him grew more and more everyday. 'That stupid Tomlinson kid.' he tought. And with that hate he fell asleep.

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Soo tell me what you tought about it, this story actually will change. Alot. And I already got a whole plan in my head. And, no, this isn't the typical Nerd!Harry Bully!Louis thing. So yea. aha (:

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