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!!!!


22. 22

Bridget's P.O.V.


I was hovering over Harry, fixing his hair. I looked down at him, and he was looking down my top. 

"Harry, stop that," I said playfully hitting him.

"Okay, then I'll do this," he said putting his arms around my waist. He was sitting in the chair, and I was still hovering over him and it was sorta awkward, since he had his hands like resting on my back. It was sorta weird. I moved a little trying to get a couple pieces of hair and he decided to mess around with me, by smacking my bum.

"Harry," I warned him. 


"Don't," he just smacked it again. "Harry!" I giggled. I looked down, and he was looking down my shirt again. "Harold Edward Styles! Stop it, or I won't give you a gift tonight," I was teasing him, but I think he believed me because he looked up at me and stopped. He even put his hands down. I smirked, but Harry didn't see. I can't believe he is actually falling for this. Once I finished I moved and let him get up. 

"Good you're finished, and we still have about an hour until the show starts," he said getting closer to me. I smiled and bit my lip. I decided to tease him. He leaned in, and his eyes were closed. I shoved a shirt in his face, making him kiss the shirt instead. I laughed and ran out of the dressing room. "I'll get you Bridget!" I laughed as I continued to run. I ran to Liam's dressing room. I walked in and he was a little surprised to see me.

"Hey, Bridget, what are you doing here?"

"Hiding from Harry,"

"What? I thought you were with Zayn,"

"I was, but I told him that I liked Harry,"

"Oh. Okay then," he just looked down and went back to playing on his phone. The door knob twisted and Harry popped his head in. When he spotted me, he smirked and walked closer to me. He grabbed my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed and laughed.

"Liam! Help me! Help me please!" I screamed. He looked at me.

"Nah, I won't,"

"What?!" I shrieked as Harry shut the door. Harry ran to his dressing room, closing and locking the door behind him. The thing is, he has this lock that is high up on is door. He can reach it,but I'm too short, and that is the one he locked.

"Now, you can't escape," he said sitting down, and putting me on his lap. He still had my waist, and I moved my arms around his neck. He looked at me in the eyes. He smirked. I didn't know what he was doing, but I figured it out soon. I gasped as he pinched, squeezed, and then slapped my bum. I hit his arm, playfully, and giggled. He looked over at the clock. "45 minutes," he gave me a look.

"Stop," I said smiling. We both leaned in, and our lips touched. I bit his bottom lip. He deeply chuckled. I felt his smile in the kiss. I moved my hands to his hair. I gently tugged on the curls in the back, you know, because I just did his hair. We kissed for a while, but it seemed like five minutes. Sooner or later, Paul was knocking on the door telling Harry that he has to go on stage in ten minutes. Harry pulled away and looked shocked at what Paul had just told us.

"We have been kissing that long?"


"Well, we'll pick up at your hotel room. Then, you can give me that special gift," he kissed my head and left the room, to go perform.

"Yeah right," I laughed.

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