My Former Bully, Harry Styles

He abused me. He hurt me. He left me broken. And he comes back?----- Alexandra Bracefort was not popular in school, to say at the least. She was severely bullied, abused mentally and physically by others. Harry Styles was the worst out of them all. When he comes back a few years later, he claims he's a new person, that he's changed. He will do anything to gain Alex's trust. Will Alex forgive him, or will she always think of him as "My Former Bully, Harry Styles"?


3. A New Day

Alexandra's POV

***3 Years Earlier***

I groaned, covering my ears with my pillow to block the sound of my annoying alarm clock screeching. The beep rang through my ears, sending the most irritating noise into my eardrums. I rolled over to face the clock, slapping it so hard that it fell to the ground.




A new day. I groaned louder than before, hopping out of bed, swiftly picking up the alarm clock that was now in pieces.


Remind me to fix that later, I thought to myself.


I looked through my drawers, yawning and rubbing my sleepy eyes that were still adjusting to the light. I searched through the wooden bureau, running my fingers slightly across the soft fabric lining the shape. Eying each piece carefully, I finally decided on the usual outfit for me. I picked up my pink, skinny sweatpants that said 'Aero '98' in sequins and glitter that had a black-to-grey ombre effect on the leg, my purple, sparkly top, and a blue Aero jacket to go on top. I used many colors, I know. I grabbed a pair of cheetah print underwear and the matching bra and made my way to the bathroom.


I examined myself in the mirror. I had a short dirty blonde bob, dull blue eyes, and a slightly larger than average figure. I was very small for my age, about 5'0, which made my larger body more noticeable.


I sighed and stripped down to the nude. I leaned over the tub, turning the 'hot' knob, and putting my hand in the running water, waiting for it to heat up. When it was finally warm, I turned the knob which made the water fall from the shower head. I stepped inside the glass cubicle, just letting the water relax my tense muscles. I put my hands up to pull my hair back, instantly regretting it as the steaming hot liquid burned the fresh cuts on my wrists. I winced at the intensifying pain. I had forgotten about the slices that went up and down my arms.


It was all because of him. Everyone in the school had a part in the teasing, but the worst, was none other than, the one and only...


Harry Styles.


I shivered in the burning hot water at the thought of his name. Just hearing his name was enough to make me scared.


I proceeded with my shower and finished up, turning the water off and stepping out of the confined space. A shiver went down my spine as the wind hit me after exiting.


I got dressed, letting my hair dry naturally and put on some makeup. I didn't go anywhere, and I am NOT exaggerating when I say ANYWHERE, without putting makeup on first.


I left the bathroom, sitting down on the bed in my one-room apartment, contemplating whether or not I should go to school. My conscience told me to go, so I obeyed, knowing that it was for my own good.


Going to school was just as bad as enduring hell, if not worse. Everyone had something to say to me, or something to do to me. I was sick and tired about it. Couldn't they give me a break at least once? Just once.


I scoffed, laughing at the idea that they would actually leave me alone. I walked to school, listening to the sound of the teens talking about their weekends, gossiping, and just having a good time.


If only that could be me. I was always the one that they gossiped about, I was the one that was the laughing stock of the school. Me.


I don't know why they picked me. Harry actually started bullying me in kindergarten. Simple things such as breaking my crayons, cutting in front of me in line, and ignoring me at recess. As time progressed, he got more violent. More physical. The pain I went through on a daily basis, was NOT fair. It was ridiculous.


They outcast me for absolutely no reason.


I closed my eyes, briefly, before walking into the high school, preparing myself for today's beating, and today's insults.


"Oh, Alexandra!" An all to familiar voice, sing-songed.


I pretended as though I hadn't heard them.


"You listen to me, when I'm talking to you, you little pathetic bitch." They sneered, grabbing my wrist and yanking me to face their horrid face.


I let out a yelp of pain, their grip on my cut wrist becoming tighter with each excruciating second.


"I-I-I'm s-sorry! I didn't hear you!" I pleaded, putting my most convincing voice possible.


"Whatever. Today is my last day, I wanna make it as fun as possible." Grinning evilly, they dragged me to a deserted hallway.


My ears perked up in interest and excitement at the sound of them leaving.


A life without Harry Styles? Sound amazing.


I toughened up a bit with a smile on my face, ready to feel whatever physical contact that was coming my way. Today was the last day, then I'm free. Free from all this pain. Just...




A/N: Okay, this is the first official chapter, and I know it's super duper, really truly, extremely, short and boring. I apologize. This is just giving you insight on her life, keep in mind that this was three years ago. IT GETS MORE INTERESTING!! This is just the beginning, I have a lot planned for this story, so stay tuned. And on a whole other topic, 14 FAVORITES?!?! Already!??! I hadn't even started it, and you're telling me that I already have 14 favorites?!?! Thanks so much for the support and please read my other Movellas? Thank you, my Lilies! Keep favoriting, liking, commenting, and fanning! LOVE YOUUU!!! P.s.: Happy Easter! (If you celebrate it.) <3 xx


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