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!!!!


13. 13

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.


Bridget's P.O.V.


I pushed Harry off of me.

"Harry, you can't keep doing this. You kiss me and say you hate me, only to come back and kiss me again!" he looked down.

"I'm sorry,"

"No you aren't! You said that last time! Now you are going to tell me you hate me, and then in a few more weeks the same thing will happen!" 


"No, Harry, I can't deal with this all the time. I think we should just both forget everything. How about we both pretend we have never met. Pretend we never had a friendship, and we'll move on,"

"Bridget that isn't what I want,"

"Well, that's what you got," I noticed a few tears trickle down his face. 

"I can't forget our friendship, that's impossible for me,"

"You can throw away the stuff I gave you,"



"I don't want our friendship to just disappear,"

"It won't. Yeah we have our memories and our past, but I think we should just start over," I noticed a few more tears trickle down his face. He looked down and nodded, as he held out his hand.

"I'm Harry,"

"Bridget," I said as I shook his hand. 

"Nice to meet you," he said as he walked back to his hotel room.

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