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!!!!


27. 27

Bridget's P.O.V.


I was in my hotel room packing and I heard yelling across the hall. It was Harry's voice. Seconds later Harry was knocking on my door. I answered and he slammed his body into mine, embracing me with a hug. He pulled back from the hug and smashed his lips onto mine. When he pulled away, he looked into my eyes. 

"I'm so sorry this happened,"


"No. I just got information and your flight is tomorrow. You can't leave me,"

"Harry, I'm sorry, but I have to go. They fired me,"


"They fired me? Didn't you know that?"

"No. They told me you quit,"

''No. They fired me because I was a apparently a distraction,"

"I'm going with you,"


"You get fired, I leave the band"

'No, Harry you are not leaving the band. Not only would you hurt me or the boys, you would hurt your fans," 

"I can't live without you though,"

"Harry, I can't live without you either, but we will be together again someday," he looked down, and back at my eyes. He was crying a little bit, and I was too.

"I love you," he whispered. More tears formed in my eyes.

"I love you too," I whispered back. He embraced me in a hug and held me close and tight. Our arms stayed around each other. He rubbed my back, and we pulled away.

"I'll help you pack,"

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