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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Bridget's P.O.V.

 

~2 Weeks Later~

 

Harry and I haven't been talking. I'm a little mad at him, though. I was working with Zayn right now, I was showing him different things I designed, seeing if he liked the them.

"So I was thinking you could wear these," I said holding up a pair of black jeans. "And a white T-Shirt. If not white then we could go black or purple," 

"I like the white,"

"Okay," I handed him the white shirt, and black pants. He stripped down, leaving his boxers on of course, and started changing. When he finished he looked at me.

"Do you like it?"

"Hmm, yeah. But it could use a belt," I went over to the belts, and grabbed a brown one. I put the belt on him, and let him buckle it.

"It feels a little loose,"

"That's fine, I'll grab another one," He look the belt off and handed it to me. I grabbed another belt, putting the other one away. He put on the belt and buckled it.

"Perfect,"

"Yeah. The black belt looks better anyways. I'm gonna ask Lou if she wants me to do your hair or anything,"

"Okay," I walked out of the room and went over to Makeup and Hair.

"Hey, Lou?"

"Yes?" she asked.

"Do you want to do Zayn's hair tonight?"

"Um, well I'm almost done with Louis, but then I have to do Harry's and Niall's. Is it okay if you do Zayn's and Liam's?

"Yeah that's fine. Makeup too?"

"Yes please,"

"That's fine," I smiled.

"Thank you so much,"

"No problem," I walked back into the room where Zayn was. "C'mon I'm doing your hair and makeup,"

"Cool," he sat down in a chair and I started with his makeup. 

(Skipping Makeup)

"Makeup is complete," I said in a funny voice. Zayn laughed. I started styling his hair. "Do you want your hair in a quiff, or downish?"

"Downish?"

"Yes downish,"

"Um, I'm gonna go with downish,"

"Yay downish!" Zayn laughed again. 

(Skipping Hair)

"Okay, you're all done,"

"Thanks,"

"Your hair looks very downish," he looks in the mirror and laughs. 

"Yes, yes it does," he looked at me. 

"Well, good luck at the concert," I said giving him a hug.

"Thanks," he looked into my eyes, and leaned in. He brushed his lips against mine. But then, he smashed his lips against mine. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, as I put my arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around my waist. We kissed and kissed and kissed. We had to pull apart when there was a knock at the door. I moaned. 

"Come in," Niall popped his head in.

"Lou wanted me to tell you, that she finished us early so she decided to do Liam's hair and makeup,"

"Okay, that's fine,"

"Okay," he said closing the door. Zayn looked at me.

"Where were we?" he smirked as he kissed me again. We went back to where we were, but there was another knock. We pulled apart.

"What?!" the door opened and Paul stepped in.

"On in five minutes Zayn,"

"Okay," he said pushing him out the door. He walked back over to me and tried to kiss me again. "What's wrong?"

"You have a show to do," he moaned. "it's fine. We'll go back to where we were after the show," he smiled at that. "Now go," he kissed my cheek and left for the stage.

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