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!!!!


20. 20

Bridget's P.O.V.


I woke up in my hotel room, without Harry. He must have gone back to his hotel room. I looked at the time. No he isn't anymore. He is at the concert arena now. I got to go there soon. I got up and got dressed in blue skinny jeans, a red tank top that showed a little of my stomach, and some silver sparkly high heels. I crimped my hair and put on my makeup i grabbed my purse, and keys and went to my car.

(Skipping Car Ride)


I arrived at the arena and parked. I went inside and found Lou in the makeup room with Niall.

"So who's makeup, clothes, and hair am I doing today?"

"Harry's and Zayn's,"

"Okay," I smiled and went to Zayn's dressing room. I knocked before  entering. Zayn looked at me and smiled. I'm guessing Harry hasn't mentioned anything from last night. Zayn stood up and walked over to me. "Let's get started with wardrobe," I said turning around. When I turned around I gasped as Zayn pinched my bum. I looked at him and he winked. I turned back around and started looking through his clothes. 

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. 

"Zayn, stop," he laughed but kept kissing my neck. "Zayn, I'm being serious," he pulled away and gave me a look.

"What's wrong with you?" I looked at him.



"Nothing, Zayn. I just have to get you done, so I can help Harry. Last time you distracted me and Lou had to do Liam, instead of me. Anyways, here put this on," I threw him black jeans. He took off his shirt and jeans, replacing his pants with this jeans. He was shirtless, and I couldn't help but stare. He noticed. 

"Like what you see?" he said coming close to me.

"Yep," I said smiling. I kissed his lips gently and then I remember Harry. Before he could do anything else, I pulled away. He looked at me.

"Bridget, there is something wrong, I know it,"

"It's nothing,"

"Bridget, come on tell me," he said sitting me down. I sat next to him and explained everything, about how Harry cares about me, and how I have feelings for Harry, and that I kissed him. He looked at me, then down. He looked upset.

"Zayn, I'm sorry. I am just confused. I love Harry, and I love you," he looked back up at me.

"You love me?"

"Yeah," he smiled at that. 

"Just remember, that whoever you choose, I will always love you too," I smiled at him. 

"Thanks, Zayn," 

"No problem,"

"Now put on your shirt, it's tempting me," he laughed at my comment and put on a shirt. He looked into my eyes. "Don't look into my eyes either," he laughed even more.



"Can I, uh, maybe have one more kiss?" I smiled at him. I leaned in and kissed his lips, our lips moved in sync. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kept them tight, he didn't want to let go. I had my arms around his neck. We kissed and kissed and kissed, until,

"Hey, Bridget, can you come and- WHAT THE?!?!" it was Harry.

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