THROUGH THE DARK | H.S

When my mum passed away, my world stopped spinning. School was a nightmare to me, Harry Styles and the rest of the guys on the football team bullied me. To Harry, I was an easy target, he always made a game out of teasing me. I have always hated him- how he'd smirk, how he always knew the right words to get under my skin.
But then things started changing. I began to notice pieces of him I wasn't supposed to see-the way he struggled when he thought no one was watching, the way he listened when I actually spoke, the moments where the arrogance slipped and something real showed through. Slowly, the teasing felt less sharp, less cruel, almost... awkward, like he didn't know how else to talk to me. I didn't want to believe it at first, but somewhere along the way, the boy who used to make my days harder started looking at me differently. And against all odds, I started looking back.
What had once been cruelty began to feel like the fumbling attempts of someone who never learned another way to show he cared.