bully (harry styles)

four

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I laid on my bed, rethinking about all the events that happened today. I was still in shock from the dramatic episode that happened between Harry and Isabella. ''You barely even know her so I suggest you fuck off.'' The words that Harry said keep repeating in my head. I just met him yesterday, he barely even knows me but something tells me that he understood what I am going through. How he stood up for me, it made me feel  for once that somebody actually cared about me. That there wasn't just another bystander looking at me getting picked on day after day.

*Earlier this afternoon*

My mother questioned me as soon as I walked through the door. I tried ignoring her questions but she kept pushing and pushing.

''What happened?'' I looked at my mother, worry was written all over her face.

''Just stupid girls played a prank on me, it's alright.'' I shrugged it off, not wanting to give her more details than necessary.

''Honey, it's alright. You can tell me,'' She paused, ''Have they been picking on you?" My mother whispered, hope in her eyes. Hope that I would say no.

I looked down at my feet, "They have been, for a while." I whispered.

Seconds later, my mother fell into a heap on the floor. For a moment I thought she fainted until I heard her sobs, causing my own eyes to swell with tears.

''Mom!"  I screamed, but all I heard were her sobs, the sound piercing a hole through my heart. I held her in my arms, telling her to calm down. That everything will be alright, that I  will be alright. It took her a couple of minutes to calm down before I started talking again. ''What happened Mom?" I whispered, trying to soothe her.

Instead of answering me, she asked me, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Pause.

''I didn't want to bother you with my problems at school, you've been through enough.'' I whispered.

.......

I shot up when I heard yelling again, except this time it was a man's voice. It was midnight, who the hell was up this late? I darted out of my bed, checking my mother's room first then proceeding downstairs. I tried to listen where the yelling came from, when I realized it was a familiar voice. I put my shoes on and tiptoed towards the back door.

I ran towards the house next to mine, Harry's house. I first heard crashes then Harry's voice shortly after. ''Get away from me! I'm disgusted to even look at you right now.''

''Son! Calm down, it's only one date!" I heard him scream back.

I knocked, hoping that would snap them back to reality. I shouldn't be here right now, why the hell did I come here in the first place?

Elvis was the person to open the door first, ''Yes Mickey?" There was no bright smile plastered on his face like usual, his voice was rushed and strained. ''I heard yelling, I just wanted to make sure everyone was alright...'' The only thing that kept rushing through my mind was Harry.

''Everything's alright, Harry is just...not in a good mood right. '' Elvis tried searching for the right word.

''Oh yes, I'm fucking mad! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I could hear Harry's voice getting closer with every word until he stood  behind his father. ''Who is that?" I could hear pure anger in his voice, obviously whatever Elvis did, Harry  did not like at all.

Elvis' moved over for Harry to see me standing in the doorway, ''Mickey? What are you doing here?" His facial features softened when I smiled at him.

''Making sure you and your father were alright. I could hear you yelling all the way in my room.'' This night was going to be a long one, that's for sure.

''Yeah, you know why?" Harry looked towards his father, about to rat him out.

''Harry, stop. This does not involve you or her,'' Elvis snapped. What was going on?

''Your mum and him are going to go out on a date. Isn't that sweet?" I was slightly confused, this did have to involve me and Harry, so why didn't my mother tell me about it? Why was Harry so mad when he never even met his own mother? So many questions were rushing through my head.

But what caught my attention the most was she was finally moving on. She no longer cared for my dead father, and she could probably give less of a shit about me and how I felt about the situation.

She was moving on.

Moving on.

I tried to hold on to something, someone, trying to steady my shaky legs.

I remembered Harry's arms desperately trying to catch me before I collasped on the floor.

What would be a good ship name? :)