Harry Styles, My Bully

Bullied by Harry Styles? Yes. Hate every moment of it? Yes. Excited when he leaves for the XFactor? Yes. Excited when you meet him again? No. My name is Bridget. I love my life OUTSIDE of school. But inside, a nightmare. Harry Styles is popular, just because he is in a band called White Eskimo. Well Harry doesn't like me. He bullies me. Treats me like crap. I don't care about him, he doesn't care about me. And that's final. I hope. Harry leaves everyone, including the White Eskimo crew, to go to the X Factor. I am soooooo excited about that! He leaves for the rest of the school year. I later graduate from college, and still haven't heard from him. Looks like his dream hasn't worked out for him. Sucks for him. I love what I do though. I write songs for famous artists, I have my own fashion line called: FashionGeek! I'm a dancer and a singer. Well I get this new project. Writing songs, and designing clothes for a band called One Direction. I have no idea who that is, but I'm excited!!!!


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Okay Bridget. Don't get nervous. Just go up there, and present the presentation. Wait. I can't. Harry will laugh at me. He will laugh. Tell the whole school. Bridget Mason made a fool of herself. He will tell the whole school. Wait. It wouldn't be that bad. Would it? I look around the room. I stop at Harry. He is staring at me. Stop staring at Styles! Bridget look down! I slowly stand up, and make my way up to the front. I grab my board from the front. The last one. As always. I set it up on the table, then turn to face the class. Bridget. Calm. Down. You will do great. 

"My presentation is based on Paris, France," I start speaking about the Eiffel Tower, the different cultures, and other important things. I finish and I think they liked it. Except for Harry who was just looking at me. I sit down and look over at Harry. He mouthed the words 'Show off'. I ignore it and watch the next presentation. Based on New York, New York. The bell rings and I run out the door, hoping Harry wouldn't see me.

"Hey! Bridget!" I thought wrong. Oh no. I slowly turn around and see a smiling Harry looking down at me.

"Yeah?" he threw a punch at me, hitting me right in the mouth. Another punch. Hitting me in the eye. One more. In the stomach, "What did I do?" I screamed.

"Nothing. Just a goodbye gift,"

"Goodbye gift?"

"Yep. I going to the X Factor," Yes!

"Good," I mumbled as I walked away. It is about time that my life has something good happen to it.

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