Bullied by Harry Styles

Seventeen

~ Harry's POV ~

Obscured thoughts ran in my mind. I had began to worry for Meli's health. I knew crying too much could lead to depression and anxiety. My heart sank and I checked both of those things off her list. My hand continued to brush her blonde hair as she slept in peace. I couldn't help but think of all those moments where she might of hurt herself because of the influence of my disgusting words.

Tired of thinking of all the things I did, I rested my hand on her upper thigh. Suddenly, electric blue eyes shoot open. She lay there frozen.

"H-Harry what... are you doing?" She stuttered. I scrunched my eye brows and remembered she was facing the other way and couldn't see me.

"What do you mean love?" I asked confused.

She coughed. "Uhm. Your hand," she spoke.

Looking down to where my hand is, I noticed my hand was in full contact with her butt. Quickly, I removed it and began to chuckle.

"Sorry, I didn't know," I said calmly while trying to hold my laughter. She nodded furiously as if she was embarrassed. I bent down to her level and saw that a crimson red colour had uplifted to her cheeks. Laughing, I pick her up and place her on my lap. She covered her face with her tiny hands.

"Aw little Meli is embarrassed," I coed. "She has never had physical contact before," I began to tease playfully. With one hand, I forcefully moved her hands away from her face. Once I could look at her, I noticed her embarrassment was replaced with...anger? I could tell my joke had got the best of her, but before I could assure her it was just a minor joke she slapped me with her words.

"At least I don't fuck or snog every boy's face I see!" She yelled. Ouch that hurt. She was basically calling me a man whore. Her face stayed cold as she made direct eye contact with me.

"Are you saying I'm a man whore?" I said as my blood began to boil.

"Well I don't know what your definition for that is but mine is basically the word 'Harry'," as soon as those words left her mouth, my nose began to flare as I felt the pressure in my heart increase. I took everything it had in me to stay calm.

"I see what it's like then. I don't know where you got your confidence from but remember one thing. Before we become what ever we were going to be, tone down on the bitchiness," and with that, I took her off my lap and placed her on the couch. I made a straight bee line to my room. In the back of my mind I saw her face soften as I called her a bitch. On my way up, I heard a few sobs and a muffled voice calling my name. Ignoring it, I continued to make my way to my room. When I did, I slammed the door behind me.

~ Melissa's POV ~

Tears pooled in my eyes as he said his last words while walking away. The slam of his door made me jump and fall to the floor with a thump. I don't know what got over me but I felt so weak and less than him when he said I have never been touched before. I had replaced my weakness with anger and let it get the best of me. Now, he left me. I don't blame him. Like he said I am a bitch. My heart sank as the thought of him not wanting to do anything with me. I'm basically trash. Always have been. I sobbed for at least half an hour until the lump in my throat was gone.

Getting up from the floor, I wrapped the blanket that me and Harry once shared around me. It smelt like him and that flushed more tears in my eyes. I grunted as I made my way up to his room. I moaned and grunted at each step. The pain traveled through out my leg. When I made it to the top I sighed. Facing his door, I didn't know what I was going to say once I was there. Shaking my head, I opened the door to find a mop of curls on a bed curled into a ball. I sniffled and limped towards his bed. Slowly laying down next to him, I began to cry. He was fast asleep. I buried my head in one of his pillows and sobbed before turning back to him.

"I don't care if your sleeping but I still wanted to say I'm sorry. I-I- It's okay that your sleeping because it's easier to talk to you then. I'm sorry I called you a man whore. And I know what you said about me being a b-bitch is true. But I don't know why I snapped. I guess I f-felt like I was good or experienced enough for you. You are right, I don't have the confidence to say those things. I just felt like I will never be good enough for you. But I don't care, cause I-I think I'm in love with you. Lastly the thought of you not wanting to do anything with me makes me feel a unbearable pain in my chest. But I-I don't know. I-I just wanted to let you know your perfect and don't need to feel bad about yourself because your one of the lucky ones who don't have to worry about things that put you down constantly. I'm sorry and I-I l-love y-you," I poured my heart out and he slept still. He had is forehead resting on his hand, while is elbow pointed out to me. Turning away, I curled into a ball myself, I began to quietly snob.

Suddenly, I felt movement behind me. Next thing I know is an arm pushing me towards a chest. Turning around, I notice Harry looking straight in my eyes. Shutting my eyes, tears rolled down my cheeks. Moving my hand on the mattress I feel splotches of wetness. I know I haven't slept there so that means Harry has been crying too. A deep husky voice coed, "Why do you cry so much? Yunno it's bad for you," he wore a grim face.

"I-I am sorry for calling you a man-"

"It's okay, I heard you the first time," he slightly smiled.

"No. It's not okay nobody deserves to be called such things!" I protest.

"You mean like being called a bitch?" He asked and it shut me up. "I'm sorry about that," he finished.

"No, but you were right I-I was acting like one. You should've just slapped me or something," I spoke. Harry shook his head.

"You are not a bitch and neither are you not "good enough" for me. Please stop trying to change yourself into something your not," he commented. I nodded agreeing with him. "And lastly, what really took me off guard was when you said you loved me," he spoke soothingly. "Is it true?" He asked.

"Y-Yes," I said nervously.

"You seem to hesitate," he chuckles.

"I'm just nervous," I reply.

"Well I love you too," I wore the goofiest smile.

"So you don't want to leave "us" behind?" I asked curiously.

"No, I am leaving us behind," he answered. My heart sank and my smile was slapped off my face.

"Silly, I'm leaving the awkward "us" and now you can be my girlfriend!" He says cheerfully. My eyes shine with happiness but I decide to push his buttons one last time.

"Actually, maybe if you would ask me, maybe I'd say yes," I teased. He grunted and shook his head. Looking up, he smiled widely.

"Will you, Melissa, take the honour to be my beautiful girlfriend?" He asked in a posh voice.

"I don't know, let me think about it," I teased once again. He grunted once again.

"Melissa just say yes I look like an idiot," he pleaded. I giggled and nodded yes. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and placed kisses all over my face.

"I,"-"love"-"you" he said in between kisses. I stopped him by holding his face in my palm and squished his face until he looked like a fish and placed my lips on his. As our lips moved in sync, the fireworks exploded in my stomach. We both smiled into the kiss, clearly enjoying it.

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