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!!!!


11. 11

Bridget's P.O.V.


He pulled away from me, keeping his grip on my arms. I just looked at him. How could a guy who hated me kiss me? He loosens his grip, and I just run out of the hotel room. I open my door, and lock it behind me. I can't believe he kissed me right after Zayn kissed me! I sit on my couch, I need to think. Okay. Zayn kissed me, does that mean he likes me? Harry got jealous and kissed me, does that mean he likes me? No. Harry can't like me! Harry is supposed to hate me! He as always hated me. Ever since high school, Harry has hated me! Maybe he changed. Maybe when he saw me, he realized that he was a jerk to me. Pfft. HAHA! Yeah right. 

I am just so confused right now. My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. I get up and unlock the door. I open it to see Harry. He had his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. I looked at him.

"Uh, Harry. Um, come in," I said quietly. He walked in and turned to me.

"Listen, Bridget. I am so sorry about what happened. I don't like you that way. I just, got caught up in the moment. I honestly still don't like you at all. It is still like how it was in high school,"

"Harry, I don't like you that way either. I just don't understand why you don't like me. When high school came around, you treated me like crap. I think you forget our friendship, but I'm okay with that,"

"Bridget, I never forgot our friendship,"

"Then why do you hate me?"

"Things changed,"

"What things? What things, Harry?!"

"We grew up,"

"So? I am still friends with people that we knew,"

"Like who?"

"Well, after you dumped me my best friend became Jessica,"

"I remember her,"

"Yeah. Then I still see Rebecca, Anna, Ethan, Susie, Meghan, and Selena," he just looked at me. 

"Well, I'm sorry that I grew up,"

"Growing up doesn't mean anything, Harry! That is what you need to realize. We would probably still be best friends if you didn't dump me. Best friends are the people who care about each other, and are friends no matter what happens. I guess you never really liked me,"

"Bridget don't say that. I loved you like a little sister,"

"Why loved? Harry just because you stopped being my friend, doesn't mean that I stopped being yours. Yeah you would bully me and make fun of me everyday, but deep down inside of me I never truly hated you. I loved you then, and I love you now. No matter what happens between us, I will always love you like a brother," he just looked down.


"No, Harry. I just think it would be best for you to leave," he looked up at me and he noticed a few tears go down my cheeks. He got up and walked towards the door. He looked back at me, before he opened the door and left.

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