My Bullysitters

Copyright © "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words really hurt me. Keeping quiet and fake smiles are my specialties. With all the pain you cause me I just want to say I'm done. And oh, congratulations, I guess this means you've won."
All I wanted was to be happy, but I guess that was too much to ask for...

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19. Niall <3

Katie's P.O.V

 

I woke up in an unfamiliar place, cuddled deeply into Harry's chest. That's when everything came back to me. I squirmed out of his grip and went into his bathroom. My hand was over my mouth in a matter of seconds, the horrendous mark on my neck worse than yesterday. I quickly exited the bathroom, deciding to look around while Harry still slept.

It had been so long since the last time I was here. Everything was so... foreign.

I continued to snoop around until I stumbled upon the kitchen, suddenly becoming eager for a cup of tea.

I leaned forward on the counter as I waited for the kettle to heat. I was then surprised by two arms lightly wrapping around me.

"Good morning." His low morning voice sounded, giving me goosebumps.

"Good morning." I said, spinning around to face him.

"What are you up to?" He asked, smirking a bit.

"Making tea, why do you ask?"

"Just wondering. I was a bit upset when I didn't see you in bed." He joked.

"Shut up, Harry." I said, trying to joke along. I wasn't entirely in the mood for these kind of jokes though.

"My God." He said, brushing the hair off my shoulder. His eyes were wide as he looked at the mark.

I stood there, allowing him to examine the sight. Knowing how visible it was and the attention it attracted made me feel gross. It made me wonder what Harry must've thought of me.

"I'm so sorry." He said, brushing his lips against mine.

He tended to do this quite often, brushing his lips against mine before gently kissing me as if I were too fragile for anything more.

I liked it.

The kettle began to scream, causing both of us to jump. I quickly removed it from the stove, pouring it into two cups. We then settled in Harry's living room, just talking about whatever crossed our minds.

Our conversation of who was cuter in the third grade was interrupted by my phone going off.

I knew that personalized ringtone anywhere. It was the one and only Niall!

"Niall?"

"Hey there, princess!" He exclaimed.

"What's up?"

"Oh, you know. Just trying to pack for my trip home."

"What?! When will you be back?!" I asked, now even more excited then when his ringtone went off.

"Two days." He chuckled.

"Wait. I know it's been a little over a month, but how did things go?"

"We'll discuss it when I get back."

"Awe, come on, Ni!" I begged.

"Nope."

"Fine. I love you." I jokingly grumbled.

"I love you too, and remember, two days, princess!"

"Gotcha! Bye, Niall."

 

"Niall on his way back?" Harry questioned.

"Yeah. He'll be here in two days." I smiled.

I then came to the realization that I would have to face the others if they still occupied my home. No doubt they'd be waiting for me.

"Two days." I repeated. "Two days to make peace back at my house."

"I'd give it a day before heading back." Harry said.

I nodded, knowing nobody would be wanting to speak to one another without trying to strangle one's throat.

"Movie day?" He asked, grinning at me.

"Sounds like a plan." I said, already heading back to the bedroom.

 

I hid my face in Harry's shirt as another scene frightened me.

"Why are we watching this?" I mumbled into his chest.

"There's no need to be scared, love. It's only a movie."

"A creepy one." I pointed out.

"Fine, what do you want to watch?" He questioned.

"Something less bloody." I replied.

He chuckled before picking something else out.

"Thank you." I sang.

"Anything for you." He replied, making me feel pretty special.

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