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!!!!


12. 12

Harry's P.O.V.


I feel really bad. She still loves me as if I'm her brother. It doesn't matter. I don't like her. i will never like her again. She is stupid. I need to just forget everything that has ever happened between us. 


~2 Weeks Later~


*Still Harry's P.O.V.*


There was a knock at the door. I go to answer it, only to find a box. Okay? I grab the box and carry it to my room. I set it on my bed and open it. There lies a picture frame lying face down. I pick it up to see a picture and there is a jar with dead rose petals inside. The picture is of me and Bridget, when we were friends. The rose petals, I'm not sure. 



I read the note and it said:





         I want you to have these things. The petals are from the rose you gave me in eighth grade. I know it has been a while since then, but I kept the petals. I wish we were as close as we used to be, but I understand that you grew up and moved on with your life. I just need you to remember, no matter how much you hurt me or whatever I will always love you. You are a brother to me, and that will last forever. I love you.





I put the stuff back in the box and went to Bridget's room. I knocked on the door and she answered, as I smashed my lips against hers.

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