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.

 

The concert ended, and Harry walked into his dressing room where I was. He looked mad and upset. 

"What's wrong and why did it take you so long to get here?"

"Management told us that they are choosing girls to be our fake girlfriend, for more publicity,"

"What?"

"I told them that you and me sorta had a 'thing', but they said that we shouldn't have a romance,"

"Why?"

"Because they think that if we break up, you'll quit your job," 

"I wouldn't do that, even if we weren't a thing I wouldn't break up with you. We would still be like best friends," 

"I know, I tried to explain that but they wouldn't listen," 

"I'm sorry Harry,"

"It isn't your fault, but don't think that whoever this girl is that I love her. I would never love anyone else but you," he said wrapping his arms around me. 

"I love you too. Now, get changed so we can go back to the hotel," he got undressed and tossed me the clothes, it was my job to put it away. We put his other clothes on and grabbed my hand.

We walked out of the dressing room, and Harry saw management near the door. He looked at me and we walked closer to them. Harry turned to me, trying to get their attention and it worked. One of the managers saw us, but we pretended not to notice. The guy pointed at us, showing us to the other managers. They started watching us. 

"I'm so sorry, Bridget, for everything. I love you so much. I honestly don't want those fake girls, I want someone real,"

"It's okay, Harry,"

"No it isn't. We can't be together," I love doing this! Harry and I were just pretending about this whole thing. We are trying to get them to let us be together.

"I know," i looked down.

"Babe, please don't cry," he said. He looked into my eyes and kissed my lips. 

"Well, I got to go,"

"Me too,"

"Bye,"

"Bye," I turned around and left through the side door. Best acting ever! 

 

Harry's P.O.V.

 

I looked over at the managers and pretended I just noticed them.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Since you two walked out,"

"Oh,"

"You love Bridget?''

"Yeah, with all my heart," did our plan work?

"Oh, well that's too bad, she seems like a nice girl. Tomorrow, I don't want to catch you kissing her," they turned around and began to leave, but I stopped them.

"You can't stop me from being with Bridget, I love her and I don't want anyone fake, I want someone real. Bridget used to be my best friend in school, and I love her,"

"Harry, we can't risk it. If there is a way that you two break up-''

"I would never leave her!"

"Harry, let me finish,"

"No! Plus, we aren't even really dating. I never really asked her. I told her how much she meant to me last night,"

"Good, you don't have a girlfriend. Tracy will be in tomorrow,"

"Who is Tracy?"

"Your girlfriend,"

"She isn't and never will be my girlfriend,"

"Think what you want, Harry. We'll see you tomorrow," they can't keep me from Bridget. Can they?

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