bully (harry styles)

twelve

Isabella's words kept running over and over again through my head. What does she mean by she visited Harry a couple of times? Did Harry and her secretly see eachother behind my back? No. Harry wouldn't do that. Would he? Before thinking, I ran to Harry's house, pounding on the door several times.

''Harry! Open this damn door.'' I yelled, not caring what people across the street thought right now. I waited for about a minute before pounding again, I needed answers and I was going to get them, no matter what. As much as I would love to wrap my arms around Harry and tell him everything was going to be okay, he hurt me. He turned into a complete different person last night. He wasn't the same Harry that would be picking me up and twirling me around, telling me sarcastic remarks about how I dressed that day, or how I acted towards him . I didn't see the same look in his eyes that I always saw whenever I was about to lean in and kiss him, or whenever I would rant to him about the smallest, meaningless things.

The door flew open, and I was face to face with Harry. Then all of the sudden, my anger went away. The pain disappeared. It's like he had this effect on me, like a magic spell. ''Mickey? What are you doing here?" He rubbed his eyes, looking like he just woke up.  I had to remind myself of why I was here in the first place.

''I need answers and I need them now.''

''For what? I tried talking to you, I knocked on your door like ten times today.'' He snapped. Who was this man?

''What the hell is going on with you? I haven't been answering the door because I've been sleeping the whole day, since I didn't get any sleep last night. You know why? Because of your prick attitude, that's why.'' I snapped right back, if he wanted to play games, we will play.

''Prick attitude?'' He seemed confused,

I nodded, crossing my arms. ''Don't you remember? Drinking last night? Telling me all about your past then you told me to get the hell out.'' I was confused as well, did he actually forget the events of what happened last night? He probably couldn't remember shit with all the alcohol that he consumed last night.

''I do remember, Mickey.'' He shrugged, answering my thoughts.

''Wow.'' I puffed, ''And you're not going to apologize for anything?'' I know I may be overreacting but I am hurt. Hurt the way that he treated me. I am not perfect in any way, shape or form.

Harry sighed before looking down at his feet, ''Okay, I am sorry. For everything that happened last night. I was just...'' He trailed off.

''What?" I put my finger underneath his chin, making him look up at me. I had the upper hand now. I demanded him to tell me what was he thinking.

''I was worried that you would think differently of me,'' He whispered. I remember him telling me that last night. ''Or leave me, I don't know.''

It felt like my heart shattered in multiple pieces when he spoke these words.

''Harry,'' I grabbed ahold of his hand, ''You know I would never do that.''

"Yes you would, everyone says they wouldn't but they do."

"Well it's not the same when you have feelings for someone." I countered, my eyes widening when I realized what I had said and took a couple of steps back.

Harry's eyes widen with mine, clearly surprised by what came flying out of my mouth. I never actually told him how I really felt, but I basically put everything out on the table now.

"Y-you...what?"

I removed my hands from my mouth, looking at the ground. "You heard me," I whispered, not prepared to hear what his response is.

"Why?" I could hear his feet shuffle towards my direction.

''I don't know Harry. It just...happened.''

"So, does that mean.. you love me?" He frowned. I was showing my vulernablity right now, a perfect apportunity for him to pounce on my weakness, but he didn't.

How did we get from screaming at each other from us confessing our emotions towards each other?

"I don't know," I whispered, causing a frown from Harry. "No, not like that! It's just that.. I've never been in love."

I finally met his gaze, the emotion behind his eyes were strong. I couldn't tell what was behind them.. lust maybe?

"I haven't either." Harry looked down, he seemed ashamed. "I don't know what to do from here on out,"

"Me either." I was thinking the same thing, what place were we in? Were we dating?  I certainly had feelings for Harry, but I've never experienced this. I don't know what to do.

A few moments passed by, "I.." Harry trailed off, looking back at the ground.

Surprising me, Harry cupped my face in his hands, "Will you be my.. g-girlfriend?" I was taken aback, Harry was never the one to stutter. It was normally the opposite in our.. relationship?

I didn't speak for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. Until I knew that this is what I wanted. Reassurance that Harry won't take advantage of me, knowing that he feels the same way that I do about him, if not more.

"Yes, I will." I smiled, the problem with Isabella and Harry disappeared in the back of my mind. I'm sure  nothing happened. Right?