Bullied by the British

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Jordan Devine's POV

I heard the front door open down stairs, then footsteps up the stairs and down the hall coming towards my room. Great. The knock on my door came soon after that.

"Go away Josh!" I yelled towards the door. It didn't matter. The door swung open with force. It wasn't Josh.

It was Harry.

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"Ha-Harry.. wha-" My voice was shaking from fear.

"Hello to you Jordan. We haven't had really any time to.. talk, so to speak, with one another." He took one step into my room.

"Don't take another step towards me. Stay away." I told him, trying not to sound worried.

"Is that supposed to be a threat? Jordan I've grown to know your voice whenever you are trying to avoid being hurt, and it has never worked before. So why do you insist on keeping the 'stern voice'?" He took another step into my room.

"I said stay away from me."

"Oh Jordan," he closed my bedroom door. "whatever are you going to do about it?"

"I'll scream for help. Josh will-"

"No you won't. You would never dare about telling anyone would you. Especially Josh." He continued to take small steps towards my bed.

"Niall and Liam woul-" I stopped my sentence right there.

"Niall and Liam would what? Come save you. Oh, they wouldn't know what was going on. I would just act innocent like I have been and they wouldn't know a thing. Unless, perhaps you have broken rule number 3 that is. But you wouldn't do that of course, because you know what comes when you break a rule." I stayed silent.

"I simply came here to talk to you. And after that I was going to leave you in peace to think about my words. But now that I know that a few rules have been broken, why don't I have a little fun with this. You can think me for the lesson now or later." I hadn't realized that I started shaking.

"Oh look at that... You're already shaking with fear aren't you. Well thats too bad. One of these days I was hoping that you would try to fight back. To make everything a little more... interesting, for me anyway."

He stepped closer. He was now right in front of me, about arms length away. I could feel his breath coming down on me as he towered above me making me feel even smaller than I was.

'Don't fight back. Don't say anything. He will only enjoy it.' I told myself.

"Well if you're just going to sit there, why don't we get this started?" He started to bring up his fist. I crouched into a little ball like shape, it wasn't much protection, but it would help.

He started to bring his fist down. I felt it hit my stomach.

"How many times do I have to say it Devine? You know the rules, so why keep breaking them. If this is what it gets you? Unless you like this, because I certinly enjoy beating the crap out of you. You know rule #3. Never tell anyone, or else. Well you now have your or else Devine. This is what happens." He brought down his fist again. His fist grabbed onto my hands and pulled them away from my face.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you Devine. Don't you have any respect?"

"Not for you Harry. I have none for you. All you are is a selfish, good for nothing pop star who hits girls. You're weak Harry. Nothing but a coward. And you can go out and pretend to the whole world that all you are is this young walking teenager that can sing, and is worshiped by girls who would do anything for you and would die to meet you, but I will always know who you are deep down inside. Because I know you Harry. I've known you since we were in grade school. And I know that if anyone of those girls who thinks you are a walking god met you and knew you like I do, well your entire world would just fall apart around you wouldn't it. And now that it isn't just me that knows. It's all of your best friends, and two of them are against you three. So it's three against three now. A fair fight. And because of that, I will die making sure that everyone knows who Harry Styles really is."