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~

 

 

 

"Bridget. Bridget. Bridget wake up. We're here," my uncle whispers. I look up at him and smile as I grab my bag. I stand up with my uncle and get off the plane. There is some guy who is holding a sign that says, 'Kennedy' My last name! My uncle and I walk towards the guy and he smiles at me. He looks about my age. College graduate. 

"Hello. My name is James. I will be driving you around here in New York," He holds out his hand to shake mine. I shake his hand and smile.

"Bridget Kennedy," I turn to my uncle and tears fill my eyes.

"Okay Bridget. This is your moment. The moment you have been waiting for. I am extremely proud of you, you work so hard. You have talent in designing. You will be wonderful. You're on your own now. All you have is James, this credit card," he hands the credit card to me, "And the boys in this band. I love you very much," he says as he kisses my head. I hug him.

"I love you too uncle Will. And thank you, for everything. Everything you have done for me these past nineteen years,"

"You're welcome. Well I better go, or I'll miss my flight. See you sometime next year," he said as he walked away. Tears filled my eyes as James held out his hand. I grabbed and he led me to the limo. He opened the door for me and slowly drove away. We were stuck in traffic for two hours, so James and I got to know each other. James pulled up to this fancy hotel and I look at it in amazement. He comes around and opens the door for me. He grabs my bags and walks me in.

"Hello my name is Claire, how may I help you today?"

"Uh, this is Bridget Kennedy. She is One Direction's new designer and they need her as fast as possible," James spoke.

"Okay. Well Bridget, I will show you upstairs. A guy appears and grabs my bags for me. Claire takes me and the guy to the elevator. I look over and see James leaving. We enter the elevator and head upstairs. She leads me to floor 20. The last room. These were the Presidential Suites. 

"Why are we here?"

"You will be staying here, the boys from One Direction are staying right across the hall from you," she points at the door across the hall. She unlocks the door and waves at me to come in. This place was amazing. Huge. I can't even describe it more than that. I look around in amazement. 

"Wow,"

"Okay Bridget. This is where you will be staying for a while so hope you stay comfortable. I will be down in the lobby if you need anything. The boys are home, so you can meet them anytime you want," She smiles and closes the door behind her. I set my stuff down and decide I should go ahead and meet the boys. I open my door and walk slowly across the hall. I'm excited but nervous, I'm spending a year with these guys. I stand nervously raising my hand to knock. I knock three times and the door opens. I look and can't believe my eyes. Harry.

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