bully (harry styles)

five

I never given much thought to how my mother felt these past few years. She was lonely, especially when I wasn't with her. I hated how I felt about her dating someone else, I should be happy, but I couldn't help it. Especially what happened to my dad. Dad probably wanted her to move on, not sulk everyday of the terrible memories, him passing away.

I woke up, first thing that was in sight was Harry's chestnut curls hovering over me. ''Mickey! Oh thank god, you're okay.''  I sat up quickly, looking at my surroundings. My head was pounding and my vision was blurry, clearing up after a few blinks. I was back in my room. All the memories of last night flashed back into my mind and before I knew it, I was on my feet, ignoring Harrys attempts to get me back on my bed.

''Mother!" I screamed.

I ran down the steps, looking for my mother. I ended up finding her on the living room couch, relaxing and reading a book.  ''How dare you,'' I spit

''What? Mickey, are you okay?" Her face twisted in confusion,

''No, I'm surely not okay. You betrayed Dad. How could you do that to me? How could you do that to dad?" I snapped. My mother just stared at me with wide eyes and her jaw dropped. Did she even plan to tell me about the date?

I gave her the dirtiest look I could give before running back upstairs to my bedroom, slamming the door. Harry gave me a questioning look, which surely meant What the hell is going on?

''I'm pissed.'' I whispered, sliding down against the door.

''Because your mother is going on a date with my father,'' He stated.

''Trust me, I'm not happy about it either.'' He shrugged, ''But we should at least be happy for them, they haven't seen anyone in a long time. If it makes them happy then we should be happy for them.'' I looked up at Harry, questioning whether he was right or not. I knew he was right, but I can't help it. I loved my father, I always will and I didn't want Elvis trying to replace him.

''I can't help it.'' I repeated.

Harry took a seat right next to me, our shoulders touching. I fought the urge to move away from him, not knowing what Harry's intentions were.

''It's okay, I understand.'' He whispers. I turned my head towards him, looking him up and down. He was the only guy from school that ever talked to me, I would like to believe that he doesn't think  that I am as 'weird' as everyone else thinks. Only Liz would talk to me, unless I had to partner up with some random person for a project or so, but other than that I was alone at school and at home. I've only hung out with Elizabeth a couple of times, it was the only time I hung out with anyone outside of school. My thoughts kept me busy and entertained before Harry brought me back to reality.

''Mickey... What happened to your dad?"

I froze. Nobody brought up my father... ever. Ever since his death, my mother never brought him up unless she was talking about a happy, sweet memory.

''You don't have to tell me.'' He must have noticed how I reacted. I responded with shaking my head, not wanting to talk about him. Harry seemed to understand and nodded, not pushing me any further.

A few minutes passed by before I looked over at him and his physique  , questioning how did he look so perfect all the time. Especially his hair, how did he manage to get it to look like that without even trying? So many thoughts were rushing through my mind..

''You're hot.'' I whispered, my eyes widening when I realized I just said that out loud.

He surprised me when he started laughing,

''Thanks, you're hot too.'' He nudged me with his shoulder. Embarrasment flooded through me, Why in the world did I just say that?

Harry surprises me again when he puts his fingers under my chin, ''You deserve better,'' He whispers. I was shocked when those words left his mouth, what does he mean by that? My pulse started to quicken when he started to lean in. Surprising myself and Harry, I was on my feet within seconds, getting away from the situation.

''Uh...I.. Um you should probably go home.. it's getting late.'' I stuttered, not making eye contact. Confusion flashed in his eyes before he nodded, leaving the room. ''See you later.'' I praised that today was Saturday and that I wouldn't have to see him until school on Monday.

We couldn't kiss. Or even flirt. That would be so weird right? Especially if my parents were dating.

I looked towards the clock and it was 12 in the afternoon, I groaned to myself before plopping down onto the bed.

....

The weekend passed by quickly. Saturday ended with a big fight with my mother about her forgetting about my father, despite what Harry told me that morning. Sunday consisted of me ignoring my mother and staying in my room all day, then back to school. I didn't want to return to my classes because of what happened on Friday with Harry and Isabella. I didn't want Harry ruining his reputation by hanging out with me but something tells me he doesn't really care.

I ran towards the car, running a little late this morning. I didn't see Harry anywhere in sight so I ran up to his house and knocked on the door. No answer.

Knock knock.

Nothing. I shook my head, thinking nothing of it. Nerves started to build up inside me when I walked into my Science class, I dreaded it being my first hour of the day.

To my surprise, Isabella and her group of friends kept quiet the whole class period which I was confused but happy about. The day passed by quickly, nothing exciting happened. My thoughts kept traveling back to Harry, where was he today?

I reached home quickly, seeing Harry sitting on his front porch, his gaze somewhere else.

"Harry?" He quickly looked around before landing his gaze on me.

"Hi Mickey." His voice was soft, a contrast to how his voice sounded usually, raspy and deep.

"Why'd you skip today?" I questioned, not wanting to sound too nosy.

"I was exhausted, didn't get any sleep last night."

I nodded, not sure what to do or say next.

"Did anything happen today?" I knew exactly what he meant by that.

"Actually no, Isabella left me alone for some weird reason." I smiled, I actually had a good day at school. Harry returned my smile and looked down at the ground. Something seemed off about him today, but I didn't ask.

"Uh..Harry? Can I ask you something." My feet rocked back and forth, I've been trying to get the words out of my mouth since Saturday.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really mean to kiss me? On Saturday?" I looked down at my nails, picking at them. It was a nervous habit I have yet to kick.

Harry paused before he looked back up at me, a smile crept onto his lips. "Yeah," He nodded.

I didn't know how I felt about that, I just met him a few days ago. Does he find me attractive like I do to him? Probably not, everyday I dress  in a jeans and t-shirt and throw on my black Converse. Nothing special or pretty about me or my outfit. Did he actually find me interesting?

Harry stood from his feet quickly, cupping my face with his hands before putting his lips on mine.

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