I need a hero (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning to my alarm clock booming in my ears. I looked at the time and it read that it was 6:45.

"Fuck!" I yelled to let my frustration out.

I hate waking up early to go to living hell then come home and do homework for the devils of the class room. I also hate having to wake up early just to be picked on. I'm always literally pushed around. I'm so much stronger then those girls but they've only shoved me into a locker a few times, it's just their words that hurt the most. If the time comes where I need to fight, I will do just that... but for the time being, I'm staying quiet. Maybe they'll go away. 4 years was enough, wasn't it? The guys are just as bad. They all hang with Lana and her group so they think that it's okay to pick in me. They think calling me skank, whore and slut is okay, when it's not. I've never even had sex before. They also make fun of my weight. I'm not a fat girl though I'm more on the thicker side. I'm not one of those twig bitches with huge thigh gaps and board flat stomachs. I have muscular legs, muscular arms and a semi slim, semi chubby stomach. I still hate the way I look but it could be a lot worse.

I looked at the time again and it told me that it was 7, which means I had half an hour to get dressed, eat and get to school.

I made some cereal and ate it before going back up to my room and changed into clothes for school. I wore a white long sleeve, black pants and white converse. My hair was left down, naturally straight, as always. I don't usually do much with my hair because it's always straight and I am too lazy to do shit.

I finally made my way outside with my backpack on my back and straight to my car. I hopped inside the black dodge charger and turned on the ignition. Once the car was started, I made my way to the hell hole known as school.

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I pulled up to the schools parking lot and parked my car. I looked out towards where my bullies usually stand, and there they were. Their eyes glued on my car, their stare full of hatred. I was hesitant to get out of my car at first but I finally decided that it won't be any worse than all the other times.

"Hey faggot, how's it going?" Lana, the schools whore, spat in my face with an evil grin.

I didn't answer. I didn't want to let her know how her words affected me, so I kept walking not looking at her.

"Fucking bitch, answer me!" she yelled while pulling my arm for me to face her.

"It's going good Lana," I answered plainly.

"Well, I guess I'm changing that today, aren't I, Hayden?" She asked.

I looked at the ground and looked back up at her fake face. I don't know how anyone likes her. She's so fake, it hurts.

"You honestly are so pathetic," she, and her so called crew, laughed in my face. "You're a loser and no one is ever going to love you. That's why your parents left you, they didn't love you,"

"Don't you fucking dare talk about my parents. Go ahead and bash me all you'd like, but not another fucking word about my parents," I said through clenched teeth.

"Aw, look everyone," she looked at her entourage and smiled a sinister smile. "Hayden's got a soft spot. Well, I'll keep that in mind. Catch you at lunch, you fuck up,"

That last part hit me hard because I know how true it is. It's hard enough knowing that you could have changed the outcome of your parents fate. I know I'm a fuck up but being reminded is not something I like to hear.

I walked past the staring people and over to an empty picnic table then sat alone. I pulled out my books and started to do assignments that I haven't finished yet.

As I was writing, I felt someone's presence beside me sitting on the bench. When I looked over, I saw a handsome boy and I knew for sure he's either here for a bet, to make fun of me or to get my lunch money. I'm so pathetic. I'm too easy to be taken advantage of yet I could beat anyone's ass at the school. My life is fucked.

"Hello," the boy spoke in a deep British accent.

"Hi," I replied.

"What's your name, love?" The boy asked.

"I'm, uh, Hayden. How about you?"

"Harry," he smiled, his dimples evident on his flawless face. "Hayden is a very beautiful, unique name,"

"Thanks," I said to him with a half smile, then went back to my assignments.

"Well, I'll see you around then?" he asked, well, more like told me and I nodded.

I looked into his green eyes for a few seconds before he turned and started to walk away. He had black jeans on, a black shirt and black converse. This kid must like the colour black. He had a very beautiful face and what made it even more beautiful, was the piercings. My weakness is lip and eye brow piercings and oddly enough, he had both. He also had many tattoos on both his arms and I saw what looked like two birds on his chest.

He was a beautiful creature and he fucking talked to me. Probably a bet, I don't doubt it but I hope it's not. He seems trustworthy, but I don't know if I want to trust him.

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•Lana's p.o.v•

"I wish that bitch would just cut too deep and die already," I said with pure hatred in my voice.

"I know! Like she's such a whore," Trisha agreed.

"But Lana, she hasn't done anything wrong? I don't know why we are hurting her," Dani spoke up.

"What did you just say?" I gritted my teeth.

"I'm trying to say that this has gone farther than I expected. I didn't think it'd go this far," she said looking at the ground. "I'm not hurting her like you are planning to. I won't stand by you if you decide to make this huge mistake. I've stood by you everyday as you tormented that poor girl but I'm not helping you with this, this is too much."

••Authors Note••

What do you think Lana is planning to do? :o

Still going strong? Or nah?

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