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~

 

 

I showed up to school the next morning, expecting something terrible to happen to me. Harry. Today was his last day. Last day. The last day I have to put up with his crap. Him treating me like I'm nothing. Like I have nothing to share to the world. You might find this hard to believe, but Harry and I used to be friends. We would talk all the time, until high school.

 

 

                                                                                              ~FLASHBACK: March 17, 2006~

 

"Ah! Harry! Stop tickling me!" I screamed. I couldn't breathe. I was laughing so hard!

"Never! Admit it! You missed me when I was on vacation!"

"Nope!"

"Okay then, the tickling must continue!" He tickled me for 20 minutes, as I couldn't breathe. I finally gave in.

"Fine! I missed you,"

"Good," he released me, and gave me a tight hug.

"I missed you too,"

 

 

                                                                                          ~PRESENT TIME~

 

 

I smiled at the memories. I just wish he was the same you know? I miss the old him. He just changed the fist year of high school.

 

 

                                                                                         ~FLASHBACK: August 25, 2007~

 

 

I was my first day of high school, so I was totally excited. Excited to see Harry. I didn't get to see him the last three months of summer. He was on vacation with his family. I slowly walked through the doors. I looked around to see familiar faces smiling and waving at me. I looked around, to spot Harry at a locker. I smiled widely, and approached him.

"Hey Harry!" I said as I wrapped my arms around him. He pushed me off.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Harry? It's Bridget,"

"I know that you retard. Get away from me. You aren't popular. I can't be seen with you,"

"Harry. Stop playing around,"

"I'm not playing. I'm being serious. Now get away from me," he said as he walked away. I watched him approach the people he used to hate. The people that he said he would never be friends with. What the heck was that about? He made eye contact with me and saw me staring. He walked towards me. He just gave me this look.

"Harry. I don't understand,"

"Wow. You are so stupid. You don't understand that I'm not supposed to be seen with you," tears filled my eyes.

"No. Harry. I don't. I don't understand. I don't understand what happened to you. What did you do these past three months? Just, never mind. If you don't want to be seen with me, then I don't want to be seen with you. I'm done. Done with every memory that we've had. How happy you made me. How happy I made you. Apparently it doesn't mean crap to you. I don't mean anything to you. Just leave me alone," I turned around and walked away from him.

 

 

                                                                             ~PRESENT TIME~

That was the WORST day of my life. Losing my best friend. I walked through the doors and looked at Harry's locker. No lock. Wait was yesterday his last day? I asked people and they said yesterday was his last day. I never will see him again. Yes!

 

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