my bully fell for me

chapter 1

leahs p.o.v

it was a beautiful sunny day in my home town of California, even though it was a beutiful day out side i could tell that this day was going to be a bad one.

Anyways my names Leah Horan im 16 i live a sad and boring life at home with my dad and my horrible step mum. you see my mother died when i was young and my dad re-married, so i never really knew my mum. But that wasnt the end of my cold life, i also get bullied, its not any bully its the bully of all bullies, harry, harry styles. he was a rude little stuck up dick head who asumes he can mess me round. i hate school. i just wish the nightmare would end. he would dissapear. my step mum would dissapear, and school would no longer be important.

it was almost 7:30 so i decided that i should probably get up for another day of torture. i got up and had a shower, the feeling of the warm water running down my back was the best part of my day. i got out and got into my uniform, it.was horrible, it was a navy blue kilt with a white blouse and a red jersey, this wasnt the worst part. there is this pair of stripey blue and red knee high socks that we have to wear along with a pair of leather shoes.

i blow dried my damp blonde hair and brushed it up into a loose pony tail. i rubbed light foundation on my smooth face, unlike most teenagers i have a clear face without acne im kindof glad i dont. i put on some peach coloured blush lightly on my cheek bones. by the time 8 came it was time.to leave to school, or as i call it the nightmare on pikes avenue.Our school is called pikes high. i hate it. its imposible to go through one day without getting called a name by someone. some days it gets so bad that i actually cry. i hold back my tears with silence when i talk i just break i cant handle it.

i walk to school everyday, rain snow thunder or hail im forsed to walk. school sits infront of me calling me into get bullied. as soon as i walked through the gate the bell rung. i walked fast not making eye contact with anyone as i walked. class was in one of the english rooms. mrs deli was my form teacher, she was also my english teacher. she was a kind hearted teacher who loved to teach. she was a short old lady with a great sence of humor,she made english feel like home. accept this didnt feel like my home.

i felt a jolt on the front of my desk, i looked up to see that harry was standing there with his wee gang standing behind him ready to back him up.

"yo blondie, whats with the sad face" harry smirked

i looked at him bringing on tears. i held them back and looked back down and my phone.

"hey! give that back!" i shouted as harry snatched my phone out of my grip.

"who says i have to, hummm. thats what i thought. " harry said flipping my phone in the air and slipping it into his side pocket.

i knew this day was going to be a bad one. school hasnt even started yet.