My Bully Or My Secret Love? - Harry Styles (Very Slow Updates)

Chapter 11

Romy's P.O.V

It was 4 o'clock and I'm terrified, god I hope where not alone in his house.

On the paper he shoved into my hand was his address and phone number?

I changed in to some skinneys and a tee with one on my favourite black beanie with my grey converses, I grabbed my bag and jacket heading out to Harry's...

Wish me luck.

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I walked along a street filled with quite small houses, well smaller that mine anyway. I sighed

I wish I had a house like these instead of my big and lonely home, you may think living in a big house is great and fun, but if your all by your self most of the time it can honestly be quite scary.

Harry's house was number 137 so I looked at all the house numbers 129, 131, 133, 135... 137, I gulped, and slowly walked to the door but stopped when I heard yelling.

"FUCK THIS, I'M OUT!" an all to familiar voice boomed, there was a loud crash then heavy footsteps stomping my way like someone was going to come out of the house, I ran and hid behind a bush near by.

The door opened and Harry stormed out slamming the door behind him and god he look pissed off.

He went into his car slamming the door shut yet again and zoomed off...

Well so much doing our project, I stood up and brushed my knees and started walking again.

What the hell god him so mad?

Harry's P.O.V (before)

I was sitting in my room listening to Green-Day one of my favourite bands

'Do you know what's worth fighting for?

When it's not worth dying for?

Does it take your breath away and you feel yourself suffocating?

Does the pain weigh out the pride?

And you look for a place to hide?

Did someone break your heart inside,you're in ruins

One, 21 Guns

Lay down your arms

Give up the fight

One, 21 Guns

Throw up your arms into the sky

You and I ...

When you're at the end of the road

And you lost all sense of control

And your thoughts have taken their toll

When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul

Your faith walks on broken glass and the hangover doesn't pass

Nothing's ever built to last, you're in ruins

One, 21 Guns

Lay down your arms

Give up the fight

One, 21 Guns

Throw up your arms into the sky

You and I ...

Did you try to live on your own?

When you burned down the house and home?