bully (harry styles)

seventeen

(The book will be ending soon! Thank you all so much for the support, i love you all! )

My mother said she needed to go to the store and she hugged me and apologized for what Harry did, even though it wasn't her fault. She always tried to comfort me no matter how angry or upset she was either at me or someone else; that's why I loved her. I sat impatiently waiting for Isabella to arrive. I just texted her telling her to come over to my house and that we needed to talk. Of course she knew where my house was, the whore slept with my boyfriend without my knowledge, but that was when we hated each other. I remember seeing that flash of guilt behind her eyes today. Was that because of it? Why didn't she tell me right away? Why didn't Harry tell me?

I see Isabella pulling up the driveway with a car that I saw earlier today by her house, I took a deep breath and opened the door. ''I thought you didn't have a car,'' I plastered on a fake smile.

''I don't. I have a license but this is my parents' car.'' She smiled, walking up my driveway.

I shook my head, the fake smile falling down into a frown. Well it was now or never. Before Isabella could walk inside the house, I placed my hand on her shoulder. ''I need to talk to you.''

''About what?" Isabella questioned, seeming nervous. She should be.  I decided to say it now, it was either now or never.

''I know what you and Harry did,'' I spat.

*Isabella's POV*

Oh shit, she knew. How did she know about it?! Did Harry tell her? Fuck, I'll let him have it if he told her, I wanted to be the one to tell her. As much as I didn't want to, she deserved to know. I knew her and Harry had a thing, and ever since I found out about her past... I didn't want to cause her anymore pain. Something clicked inside me. I know I was a complete bitch, especially towards her. Well shit, probably towards everyone in the school. My group of "friends" were just to make me look cool. I never told them any of my deepest and darkest secrets at the sleepovers we had. I always had to plaster on a fake smile for them. They wouldn't care about my emotions or how I would be feeling at the moment; they never cared about me. That's why I cut it off with them. I cut off all ties that we had together, deleted all the pictures we had together, took down the posters on my wall that we made together... Of course, there were fun times but those were all lost, fake memories. Now, they wanted to be the queens of the school. I was thought of as the "nerd" now, according to them.

''How'd you find out?" I whispered.

''Harry told me. He said you fucking blackmailed him! What the hell is wrong with you?!''

I rubbed my temples. I wanted to tell Mickey that I never meant to. But I hated her in the past. I just thought she was a little bitch that dragged everyone's mood down so I wanted to make her feel worse. I thought her and Harry had a thing, so when I found out they did, I pounced at the opportunity. He was hot, so I said whatever, and did it. Looking back on it, I don't know why I was such a bitch. I should've told Mickey that I was sorry when I first found out, but I couldn't bring myself to.

''When did you find out?" Mickey growled, she had every right to be mad at me. Maybe I should just let her hit me and everything would be okay again.

I took a deep breath before I spoke. ''That week when I ignored you.'

''Then the day I beat you up, why'd you provoke me?" She crossed her arms. I was surprised at how calm she was. If I were her, I would probably be on the ground right now, getting the life beaten out of me.

''My friends, they kept pushing and pushing me...'' I put my head down, it was true. Hannah kept bugging the crap out of me, she kept pushing and pushing me saying that I needed to do something.  She kept screaming at me to stop feeling so bad for her, to go over there and beat the shit out of her. But I finally gave in to them.

I had no idea what to say now, or what to do. I expected her to punch me by now, but she hasn't. She just stared at me, I could see the fire and rage behind her eyes. ''Why didn't you tell me?" she whispered.

 ''I was just,'' I stopped, trying to find the right words. ''I don't know really, I was just so worried of what would happen, if everything would come crashing down..'' I whispered back. I honestly did not have an excuse for why I haven't told her. I just haven't. I guess I was just too afraid, that since I already lost my old "group of friends," that I would end up losing her and everyone else too. I was a bitch back then, I know I was. Shit, I still am.

''Well, if you don't have an excuse, get the hell out of my house. I won't be seeing you or Harry anymore.'' She blinked over and over again before turning around and running towards the stairs. I felt my heart crumble into pieces, I had to go over to Harry's house and try to make amends with him; I felt responsible for the whole situation. I just thought if I never moved here, none of this would have happened. Mickey would have a happy life with Harry and they would continue to date for many years with no one around to break them up. Mickey wouldn't have so much people picking on her day after day and she would be smiling more often because of that. I was the reason for that sadness. I was the reason why most people probably have fell into a depression. It was because of me. All because of me.