Identity Thief [Harry Styles]

Fucking hell. Is this some sick joke he is playing with me? Cause it is definitely not funny at all. That little shit is pulling my leg.

I was fuming with anger, the sides of my cheeks were red and hot, my eyes were narrowed and my fists were clenched and ready. The clomping of my heavy boots made way to the boys restroom where that little fuck lay.

Slamming the door open, I looked left and right, my two plaits swinging from side to side before my eyes finally landed on his nerd looking figure. His mouth was hanging open ready for the flies to join his perfectly white teeth, his glasses were slightly drifting off ready to fall, his eyes were the size of the rainforest and his large yet slumped hands were loosely hanging by his side.

I stormed right too him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and raising him off the ground. I looked straight into his emerald eyes that I will never be drawn to again, at least, I hope.

"What kind of sick joke is this you bloody bastard??!!" I roared right in his ear. I could sense his shoulders moving forward cowering away.

"You can't even answer me you little shit!" I cried in frustration and rage "Huh?" I screamed

"Wha-t a-re you tal-king a-bo-ut?" The little fuck.

"Don't play with me boy" I taunted. "You know exactly what I'm talking about!" He shook his head in reply, the tears were streaming down his face already.

I shoved him by the door before exiting the room, didn't want anyone to get suspicious.

Then I realised what I had done. That was not the real me, that is the way Harry acts towards me, every single day.

Not anymore

What am I becoming? I'm a monster. Im not suppose to act this way, I am Robin Richardson the sweet, shy, smart girl that everyone ignored, the person who Harry bullied and made me his own livestock every single day. I would come home with cuts and bruises and salty tears.

Now I'm the bad guy

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