Harry stood up and walked slowly to the back of the moving bus. He was steady until the bus driver purposely slammed on the breaks, sending Harry the rest of the way without having to move a foot.
He groaned in pain and opened his eyes.
He was lying on his stomach in the middle of the aisle way of the bus between Trevor and Kian's seats.
"So, Styles," Kian began. "What guy rejected you this weekend?"
"None." Harry mumbled.
"What?" He yelled, obviously teasing Harry.
"I said none." He said a bit louder, yet annoyed.
"Oh really?" Trevor said. "You sure you didn't lose it?"
"I don't have anyone to.. You know.." Harry said before he looked up at Trevor.
Both Kian and Trevor bursted into laughter.
"Virgin aye?" Kian said in between laughs.
Harry got up, annoyed, and trudged back to his seat in the front.
He always tried to not think suicidal, but how could he when there was no one around him who appreciated him, or even asked how his day went?
He always had dreams that he was the popular one and Trevor and Kian were the nerds. In the dreams, he'd always say that straight people are weirdos instead of Kian and Trevor saying gays are weirdos.
He always imagined himself have a cute boyfriend, one with a fit body and one that was actually attracted to him. But the problem was, no one was attracted to him.
It was finally time to get off the bus, and Harry was happy. As soon as the bus door opened, he jumped from his seat and ran outside.
It was so cold that he could see his breath outside every time he exhaled. He chuckled at the memory of when he was around 10 or 11. He used to joke with his lads that he was smoking.
That was when he had friends to play with. They all moved or stopped being Harry's friend.
He walked inside and towards his locker, which was at the end of his hallway by itself.
The locker beside him was empty from when someone moved, so his had no owned lockers around his. He opened his locker and took his books out of it for first period. When he turned around, they were knocked onto the ground.
He didn't bother to see who it was because it was pretty obvious to tell by the brand of shoes, Jordans.
"Oops! Sorry!" Laughed harry's bully, Justin. (A/N: BTW this is justin bieber if u didn't realize by now)
"I-It's fine." Harry muttered. No, it wasn't fine.
He wasn't fine, this wasn't fine, nothing was fine.
"Faggot." Justin smirked under his breath before he walked away.
Finally, Harry thought, I can walk to class.
Apparently he'd jinxed himself because he was immediately pushed into a locker.
Obviously, he dropped his books and fell to the ground.
"Hey Justin! You forgot to push down the real shit!" Kian yelled as he laughed.
Harry began to be kicked by numerous shoes in the stomach.
Why did it have to be him? What did he do to be treated like this?
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by someone pulling him up.
There he was, face to face with Kian.
Kian got closer to his ear, so all Harry saw was his colourful hair.
"Gaywad." Kian whispered.
He then punched Harry straight on the cheek, sending him flying to the ground.
"Kian Lawley, Trevor Moran, and Justin Bieber, please come to the office please. Kian Lawley, Trevor Moran, and Justin Bieber." Said the muffled voice on the intercom.
"You're lucky he didn't punch harder, Styles. It was just a tap." Trevor said as he walked off with his group of Kian and Justin.
The bell had rung, and Harry was alone.
All alone left on the cold hard floor.
Many people passed, but none bothered to help him up. Or to even ask if he was okay.
He was alone.
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FanfictionHarry Styles was just a regular high schooler ; a victim of bullying. Though when he was bullied he'd be made fun of not his looks, actions, speech, but his poetry. Harry had loved poetry since the day he knew what it was. He's bored one day and ins...
