bully (harry styles)

thirteen

I sat back on Harry's couch, replaying the lovely words my.. boyfriend now spoke. It was crazy. It's like once you hear those words come out of their mouth, you know they want a commitment. You know they won't give you up that quickly. Yet, you have no idea what to do. You don't know whether to act different than before or if you stay the same. That's how I felt, at least.

"So, what do you want to do?" Harry shrugged, sitting a few inches away from me.

"I don't know, I never really had a boyfriend." I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face when I spoke those words. I bet my mother would be jumping off the walls sooner or later.

"How about we just act like we did before? When we were.. I don't know, friends?" He smiled, engulfing my hand in his.

I replied with a simple nod, smiling. I was praying nothing will change from before. I loved seeing the playful, happy side of Harry. Not drunk Harry, not Harry screaming at me to get the hell out of his house. I was glad he was back to his normal self. I turned to him, the smile still plastered across my face. ''So.. this is happening now isn't it?''

''Yeah, it is.'' Harry looked down at the ground, he seemed a little off about something. I didn't want to ruin the mood by asking why. I just hoped he wasn't having second thoughts about our... relationship now. I hope he won't turn to me and say 'I can't do this'.  I shook my head at the thoughts I was having. The only time a boy ever asked me out is if he was trying to trick me and play a practical joke on me in front of the whole school.  I shivered at the memory, trying to shake it out of my head.

''What's wrong?" Harry spoke.

''Wh-what?'' I was confused by his question.

''What's on your mind?'' He looked.. sad.

I sighed, ''Just a lot.. I just feel like you may..'' I trailed off, looking out the window.

Harry sighed, ''Look at me,''

I saw a hint of panic behind his eyes but I ignored it. I didn't want him to be all worried about me, he needed to be worried about his father right now.

''You think I'm having second thoughts about.. us.'' He stated simply, it wasn't a question.  Harry probably knew of my insecurities between us, I have constantly told him that he was too good for me. He deserved someone better that wasn't so damaged and getting picked on all the time.

''Mickey, you can't put yourself down like that. You know I would never leave you, right?" He tried wrapping his arms around me but I stood up before he could do so.

''I know, I know. I can't help it sometimes you know?'' I've been so used to being pushed away, being abandoned. All because I went to that hellhole called school. Wasn't school supposed to be about learning? People were supposed to learn there. Get educated. Not pick on others, make it a judgemental surrounding. At first, when I began school, I loved it. I loved learning. Not so much about Science and Math, but I loved it when we had reading time in class, or if we were learning about History. Nobody ever knew that my father was the reason why I loved reading, he always threw a book in my face, telling me to learn something but I never knew I would get addicted to books. I thank him for doing that.

Harry stood up, walking over to me. He cupped my face in his enormous, calloused palms. ''That's why we have each other, babe. We'll get through it together.''

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Today was the day. The day where my mom and Harry's dad were finally returning home. It was also my last day of my suspension, so that meant I would be going back to school. I couldn't help but wonder, how will Isabella act towards me? Nice? Like she did when she knocked on my door a couple of days ago? Or will she continue acting the same bitch that nobody likes? She said she was trying to change, I hoped she was going to keep that promise.

I silently waited with Harry at the hospital in the waiting room, my thoughts drifting off into another world.  Ever since me and Harry became a couple, he has made me way more self confident than I ever have been before. His smile, his happiness has been  contagious the past couple of days. I didn't know how to deal with these feelings. I could tell I started to like him more and more everyday.. Did I love him? I don't know. I've never been in love.

''Mickey! Harry!'' I heard a squeal at the end of the hallway, I recognized that voice immediately. It was my mother.

''Mom!" I took one look at her and I could tell she was almost fully recovered from the car wreck. I was glad to see that she was still in one piece. Her bruises were fading away, her arm still in the cast from last week. I spoke with the doctor and he said the cast won't come off in about six weeks, but to come for regular checkups. I nodded and thanked the doctor, holding my mothers  hand. Harry's father walked along with us, one arm hung over Harry's shoulder. ''I'm so glad to see you again, son.'' Elvis smiled at his son,causing a nod from Harry.

''You guys should come over for dinner tonight! Mickey's going to be cooking tonight.'' My mother winked at me, causing a groan to echo when we entered the car.

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*Next day*

It was Monday, the day I finally had to go back to school after my suspension. A part of me wanted to go to school and see what everyone says. Especially the teachers. Will they think of me differently now? Or will they still see me as the straight A student that always listens in class. Another part of me just wants to stay at home, curl up into a ball and cry until I go back to sleep. The sad thing is, I think many teenagers could relate. School shouldn't have to be a place where you're forced to go, where you hate everyone there because all they do is judge you and pick on you because of what you decide to wear, or how you wear your hair that day... It should be the opposite, but sadly it's not.

I got into the car, starting up the engine. My eyes darted over the Harry's house, but I remembered what he told me at dinner last night. He wasn't going to show up today because he needed to take care of his father. Elvis took more damage than my mother did, which meant he was recovering slower. I can't help but feel bad for him.

I took the drive to school filling my head with unnecessary thoughts, I was nervous. I was nervous how Isabella was going to treat me today, despite what she told me last week, how my teachers and classmates will look at me.

Shaking my head, I pulled into the school's parking lot and walked to my first class. Science. Calm down.. I repeated over and over in my head. I was overreacting, right? This day will be normal, full with people picking on me, me ignoring them or flicking them off.. The usual.

I gasped when I saw Isabella not sitting in her regular seat, not next to her 'friends', she was in the seat in front of mine. She smiled and gave a small wave, causing her old group of friends to give her a bitter look behind her back. Wow, was all I could say at the moment.

(Sorry for updating so late guys.. I've been really busy lately with school. Love you all, please comment and vote <3)