bully (harry styles)

sixteen

        It was time. By the time I paced the living room back and forth about 20 times, I saw what I needed to see. Harry, sitting on his front porch, staring off in the middle of the road. I asked him why did he do that  a while ago but he just told me it was his perfect time to think and relax. No distractions. I sound like an idiot, but sometimes I would park in the driveway two houses down from his, and watch him for about a couple minutes before pulling back  out. It just amazed me to see how calm and collected he is, like he didn't have a care in the world at the moment. He looked up at the sky, no doubt thinking about his mother, maybe even having a conversation with her. I know he does, because I do that with my dad. I sometimes lay on my bed at night, telling my father what has been going on so far in my life. I told him how much I miss him, how much I'm terrifed that those two monsters will come back to this house and repeat the same actions they did years ago to either me or my mother.  I swear, I think sometimes I could hear my father's voice, in a far distance, telling me everything will be alright. Whatever happens in life, happens. I thought I might be losing my mind, but honestly I didn't care. As long as I got to hear his voice, I didn't care.

I didn't dare tell my mother about it though, she would think I was losing my mind and send me back to the shrink.

I took a deep breath, and turned the knob. Taking a step outside, Harry snapped his head towards my direction. His usual smile was covered today in a frown, his face was sad, worried. I could tell he's probably been like this all day, since Elvis told my mother about the somewhat terrible incident that happened. It couldn't be that bad, right?

''Hi,'' My voice was small and nervous,

''Hi,'' Harry's eyes darted anywhere but mine,

A few minutes of silence passed before I spoke up again,

''So... my mom's freaking out because apparently, Elvis told my mom about something you did. I heard it wasn't good.'' I dreaded to know what he did. Even though curosity was eating away at me, I didn't want to know. He told me about his past before,  and how ''fucked up'' it was. I didn't care about his past, because the past was in the past. That's it. We're in the present now.

''You don't know?" He whispered, while I nodded my head side to side, ''Well that's why I'm here, aren't I?" I smiled,

"Wait, did you drink again?" I gasped,

"No! No. That's not it."  He took a deep breath, ''Mickey, once I tell you.. You probably will never want to talk to me ever again. But just remember, it was for your own good.''

My heart started to race. I already knew this wasn't going to end well, that I would end up running back in my house, crying myself to sleep  again. Exactly like that one night, when Harry got drunk and cursed me out. That night still played in the back of my mind, but I had to push it away.

''So... You know how Isabella treated you poorly. Where she constantly bullied you and you couldn't do jack about it, the teachers never listened. The principals didn't do shit about it. She basically had control over the whole school, telling everyone what to do, right?" He paused, his voice cracking. Oh god. ''Well.. I thought it would be a good idea to make a.. deal with her.'' I scrunched up my eyebrows. I felt like I was going to pass out any second.

''Deal... about what?" I said slowly, trying to put the pieces together.

''We made a deal  that if I were to.. spend some time with her, she would leave you alone. '' He said in disgust.

''What do you mean spend some time with her?'' I questioned, I didn't want to know what he meant by that.

He stayed quiet for a minute before speaking up, ''I slept with her a couple of times,'' He whispered.

"What?" I whispered, almost dropping too my knees in front of him. I heard honking on the street right next to us, people yelling across houses but at that moment I didn't care. All my focus was on Harry and the words that just came out of his mouth. I didn't think my heart could shatter anymore than it possibly has. He slept with the bitch I despised the most out of anyone. And she was over here saying she wanted to be friends, not even telling me about her and Harry's intimate experience together.

I took a step back, my mouth speaking before my brain caught up. ''How.. how dare you?'' I spat,

''Mickey, please. I didn't know what else to do. She said if I didn't, she would expose you about your father and apparently something else that happened, but I had no idea about what. I couldn't say no.''

I gasped, images of Harry on top of Isabella, kissing over and over flashed through my mind. I tried to push it back but the images stuck, repeating over and over again. The pieces slowly got put together, she either told Harry that if they didn't sleep together, she would expose me. Expose me how? The day she showed up to my door. She said that  she found out my father was murdered, after coming across the newspaper. How dare her? I begged her not to tell anyone else, not wanting anyone to pity me. Knowing my school, they would probably torture me everyday for it. I couldn't think of any other way for her to  'expose me', I haven't really done much outside of school.

Anxiety crept up through my whole body, does she know? About the night? Of how I lied straight to the cops face? She would probably get the two monsters after me, they would repeat what they did that night. Probably end up killing me as well.

''Mickey, please say somthing.'' Harry begged, but I shook my head.

''I need time to think about this.'' I sighed shakily. I turned my heel and ran towards the front door of my house. I didn't know what to think right now, except the only thing I could do. I ran upstairs to my room, picking up my cellphone. I texted Isabella to come over as soon as possible. I needed to have a little chat with the whore.