Bullied by Harry Styles

Eighteen

~ Harry's POV ~

I sat there quiet, my arms wrapped tightly around me in a hug, hoping to comfort myself. My body gently rocked back and forth as my cheeks stained with the endless stream of tears from my now glossy eyes, enduring the emotional pain that continued to engulf me.

The pressure on my chest continued to rule my heart. My rocking quickened and soon I lost my balance and fell sideways. Beads of salty tears continued to escape my eyes as I lay sideways all curled up. I replayed that one word that she had said earlier in my head. Part of me was assuring me that she didn't mean it while the other encouraged her statement from earlier, which was simply telling me I was a 'man whore'. I shut my eyes, trying to get the voices out of my head. Then, everything was silent, except for the grunts coming from downstairs.

What? Down stairs?! My brain clicked to one thing. Melissa. Of course, she might be leaving or coming up stairs. The silent grunts soon become loud ones until they reached my door. I pulled my hand to my face so she couldn't see me. My coward self was now shinning. Squinting my eyes, I noticed her limp towards my bed. Then she painfully got on the bed and she lay face front into my pillow sobbing a little. I don't know what's going through her head, but I don't know why she's crying or decided to come near a douche like me. I was disturbed from my thoughts when I heard her muffled voice begin to break out words.

"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-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 you're perfect and don't need to feel bad about yourself. This is because you're 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," she stuttered.

My heart began to beat a 10000 miles per second as soon as those words escaped her pulp lips. The pressure in my chest was gone now and my stomach was now full of butterfly's. With out thinking I pulled her into my chest. She was quiet at first then her sobs broke out. I sighed and stated the obvious,

"Why do you cry so much? Yunno it's bad for you,"

She didn't even answer my question and went straight to apologizing.

"I-I am sorry for calling you a man-" I cut her off before she could say it,

"It's okay, I heard you the first time," I said while slightly smiling crookedly.

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

"You mean like being called a bitch?" I shot back and it shut her up. "I'm sorry about that," I finished.

"No, but you were right I-I was acting like one. You should've just slapped me or something," she spoke. I shook my head and the pain in my chest returned to the thought of her asking me to hurt her.

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

"Y-Yes," I said nervously.

"You seem to hesitate," I chuckle.

"I'm just nervous," Shes replied. She was nervous? I guess I'm not the only one.

"Well I love you too," I wore the goofiest smile that seemed to mirror hers.

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

"No, I am leaving us behind," I answered. Her smile disappeared as I began to push her buttons.

"Silly, I'm leaving the awkward "us" and now you can be my girlfriend!" I said in a high pitch voice. Her eyes shine with happiness but a smirk made it's way up her lips.

"Actually, maybe if you would ask me, maybe I'd say yes," she teased. I grunted and shook my head. She was playing my game and mocking me. Looking up, I smiled widely since I gave in.

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

"I don't know, let me think about it," she teased once again. Another grunt escaped my lips.

"Melissa just say yes I look like an idiot," I pleaded. She giggled and nodded yes. I wrapped my arms around her and placed kisses all over my face.

"I,"-"love"-"you" I said in between kisses. She stopped me by holding my face in her palms and squished my face and placed her lips on mine. It was amazing. The fireworks ignited inside me as I smiled into the kiss.

- few hours later -

She lay on top of me as we were both enjoying the tele. There was comforting silence all around us. The only sound was Melissa's breathing and the sound coming from the show we were watching at the moment. It was a Disney show and the setting was in a high school.

High school.

Shit.

~ Melissa's POV ~

Harry seemed nervous underneath me. I knew he'd confront me sooner or later, but right now I wanted to stay like this- but of course, we don't get what we want.

"Melissa, you know we have to go back to school next week," his words echoed through the quiet house.

"I know," I replied without emotion. This was the exact opposite from my feelings inside.

"So Melissa, are you ready? I mean are you ready to face those people or do you want me to be by your side?" He asked concerned.

"Yeah Harry, I'm old enough to walk in and out of school by myself," I said a bit annoyed.

"Oh," He began shifting underneath me, "sorry."

"No no no no no no no. I didn't mean it that way," I repeated myself as I look down to him. Taking my hands, I place them on his cheeks and kiss him. "I meant that it's okay if you left me by myself a few times so that we don't bother anyone. I think it's really sweet that you're doing this for me Harry. Really. I do." I assure him.

He nods and smiles. "I love you Melissa and you can tell me if you're nervous about anything or need help because I'll be right beside you as fast as you can count to 1-3," he said adorably while crinkling his nose.

"I'm not worried or nervous Hazza," but deep inside I knew I could fool him but not myself.

Because deep inside, I knew the word nervous or worried was a complete under estimate.

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Hey guys!

Sorry I haven't updated in like forever! School started and it's really hard to keep up. Although, I do feel guilty for not updating during the summer. Anyways, FALL IS HERE! I can't wait till winter because I love snow.

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