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!!!!


21. 21

Bridget's P.O.V.


"Hey, Bridget, can you come and- WHAT THE?!?!" Zayn and I released and looked to see Harry in the doorway. My eyes widened and my mouth opened. I was about to say something, but I couldn't get any words out. Harry just looked at me, fury in his eyes, and stormed out of the room. 

"Zayn, I'll be right back," I got up and ran after him. I saw him walking. "Harry! Harry! Harry, come on let me explain!" I soon reached him and looked at him. "What has gotten into you?"

"Nothing, what about you? You told me you loved me yesterday, then I find you having a make out session with Zayn? Un fucking believable," he said walking into his dressing room. I stopped the door, before he could close it. 

"Harry, just give me a chance to explain,"

"What is there to explain?"

"A lot,"

"You have 1 minute, go,"

"Okay, I went to Zayn's dressing room to help him get ready for the concert. He kept on kissing my neck and stuff, and I told him to stop. He was confused, so I told him everything that happened between us last night. He asked me for one last kiss, because he knew that I would choose you over him, even though I am even confused with who I like. I was lost in thought and completely forgot that I was only going to give him a small peck on the lips, the kiss deepened and I was lost. I am so sorry, and the kiss meant nothing to me," he just looked at me. "And if you don't believe me that the kiss meant nothing, then I can prove it,"


"Like this," I said kissing him. He set his hands on my waist, and I put my arms around his neck. He licked my bottom lip, begging for an entrance. I let him in immediately. Our lips moved in sync, and our tongues danced. I pulled away from him and we looked into each others eyes. "Do you believe me now?" I laughed.

"Yeah, I do," 

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