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!!!!


9. 9

Bridget's P.O.V.


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.





"What are you doing here?"

"I am your new stylist and songwriter,"

"Seriously?" he groans.

"Anyways. Hey guys, I'm Bridget Kennedy. Your new stylist and songwriter," I smile at the boys.

"I'm guessing you two know each other," a boy with a quiff says.

"Yeah. We went to school together,"

"Yep. He bullied me," the others looked at him shocked.

"Well. This is very awkward. Let's move on. Hello, love. I'm Louis," he grabs my hand and kisses it. 

"I'm, Liam," 


"Zayn," the boy with the quiff says. I smile at him. He's cute. 

"And you know me," Harry says. 

"Well. Come in," Zayn says pulling me inside. 

"So do you have anything ready?" Louis asks.

"Well I got bored on the plane, so I wrote a song,"

"Can we hear it? We have a guitar or piano if you need it," I stand up and go to the piano. I sit down and set the music on front of it. 


"Baby you got me sick, I don't know what I did. I need to take a break and figure it out, yeah. Got your voice in my head, sayin' 'let's just be friends' I can't believe the words came out of your mouth, yeah. I'm tryin to be okay, I'm tryin to be alright. But seein you with him, just don't feel right. And I'm like 'Ow!' never thought it'd hurt so bad, getting over you ooh, and ow you're giving me a heart attack, looking like you do ooh. Cause you're all I've ever wanted, I thought you would be the one it's, Ow giving me a heart attack, getting over you ooh ooh ooh," I sang I turned to face them.

"Wow," Zayn said.


"Your voice, the song. It's amazing,"


"You wrote that?"


"You're sure?"

"Yes, I am positive," 

"I can't believe it," Louis smiles.

"I don't like it," the boys all look at Harry.

"What? Harry how can you not like it?" Liam asks.

"I like the song, just not her," I roll my eyes.

"Just ignore him," Niall tells me.

"I will. I dealt with him through school, I can deal with him now,"

"Whatever," Harry leaves the room.

"How do you  guys deal with him?" I ask.

"Harry is an awesome guy. He is wonderful when you get to know him,"

"I'm sure he is,"

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