my bully fell for me

chapter 8

leahs p.o.v

i continued to run. i heard my name being called by harry. i didnt stop, i just kept going. all i needed to do was get home.

"leah!" harry shouted in the distance.

"i have to keep moving dont turn around, keep running" i whispered.

i swooped round a corner, i think harry lost me. i slided down the brick wall and sat down. thinking about this made me feel so sick. how can he like me. why would he pick on me like that. i cant get my head round it.

"leah, leaahh!" harry shouted between puffs, he was getting closer, this wasnt going to be good.

i hugged my knees tight and raised my head at the dark curly shadowed harry standing above me. shaking, i grabbed harrys hands that were out ready to pull me up.

"whats wrong with me liking you leah? " harry questioned.

"nothing its just, why pick on me the- then tell me y-you like me?" i stuttered

"i dont know its a guy thing." harry said putting his arm around my waist.

what was happening, how was this happening. this wasnt meant to be reality i must be in some imaginary land.

i pinched myself realising that this wasnt a dream, this was really happening. this was almost imposible.

harrys p.o.v

well this was so awkward, i just told he i liked her. wow. her reaction was okay i guess. i kinda expected her to run. it was hard to get it through to her though.

i pulled her up and grabbed her hand, pulled her closer to me and rested my head on hers.

"leah, do you want to, uhm i know you dont have to but, do you wanna go out sometime?" i said smelling her hair.

leahs p.o.v

"sure" i said looking up to him.

"ill pick you up at 8" he said running away smirking

i walked away feeling like a whole lot of weight had been lifted off my sholders, like my life has been made.

i walked into the house and i suddenly felt eyes on me.

"where have you been" asked my father angrily.

"i went the long way home, i met this boy..." he stoped me there

"no no no. you know to come straight home!" he shouted

i sat down and waited for the beating. my dad took a big wind up and wacked me right in the eye with his hard fist. my eyes watered in pain. i wimpered and walked up to my room.

i looked in my closet for something to wear when harry took me out. i had very few dresses, so i used my creativity and made up an outfit. i grabbed an old skirt and sewed it to a lace type singlet and put a belt round the seem. i then pulled out an old pair of high heels, i had only worn them probably once so they were still good.

i curled my hair and consealed my new bruise. i didnt put any makeup on but the consealer. i actually felt happy with what i had accomplished.

now it was to wait 5 minutes until he got here. i wonder if he was joking, what if he stood me up. all these what ifs popped.into my head filling my body with doubt.

i heard knocking at the door. must be him, must be.

i opened the door to a curly headed guy with gleeming eyes sparkling into mine.

"are you ready, leah?" harry asked holding out his hand

"uhm yeah" i said gripping onto his hand

"where are we going?"

"its for me to know and you to find out" he said starting the car