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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3. Study (Not So Much) Buddies...

Katie's P.O.V

 

I laid there in the comfort of my own bed, not wanting to leave it today. Why should I have to socialize with them? They're his friends anyway. I then felt someone next to me, causing me to shift over in curiosity.

"You lazy bum. When are you planning to get out of bed?" Niall joked.

I rolled my eyes in response, causing him to laugh.

"The guys are here."

"Already?!" I said, bolting out of bed. "Why didn't you wake me before they got here?"

"I didn't want to disturb your sleeping. You've got tests tomorrow."

"I know. I just don't want them seeing me in my pajamas." I sighed out.

"Um, why is that such a big deal? They're just pajamas." Niall laughed.

"It just is!" I stated, now walking into my bathroom to change. I wore some old faded skinny jeans, along with a black v-neck top. I then threw my hoodie on, the one with the sleeves that were a bit too long. But I liked it that way. My hair was thrown into a messy bun before I exited the bathroom.

I exhaled deeply as I noticed Niall had returned to his friends downstairs, knowing he expected me to come down when I was dressed. I slipped on a pair of converse before heading out. At least things won't be horrid since Niall's here.

"It's about time!" Niall joked as I walked into the living room. I received looks from the others as I made my way straight over to him. I smiled at realizing he had saved a seat for me next to him.

"It's not my fault you didn't get me up." I retaliated.

"We literally just went through this five minutes ago! I wanted you to get sleep before your exams tomorrow!" Niall jokingly defended himself.

"Oh, shoot!" Harry exclaimed. "I haven't studied at all!"

"See? It was good on my part to invite you to study with Katie!" Niall boasted.

No, Niall. It really wasn't...

"Well let's get started! Wouldn't want me to fail now would we?" He asked, already making his way to the stairs. I on the other hand stayed beside Niall, playing with my sleeves.

"Katie, go study." Niall ordered, pushing me off the couch.

"Fine." I silently grumbled, leading Harry up to my room. Much to my dissatisfaction.

I could hear the rest of the boys downstairs, already getting into the video game they were playing. I then walked into my room, going straight to my bathroom, hoping to lock myself in from Harry.

His foot stopped the closing door and easily pushed it open.

"You wouldn't be trying to hide from me, would you?" He smirked, pulling me back into my room.

"N-no." I stuttered, looking down at my shoes. I was then pushed against the wall as Harry leveled his eyes to mine.

"You know, the boys are pretty ticked about you running off like that last night." He grinned evilly.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered, his grip remaining firm.

"You know sorry doesn't cut it." He said, throwing me down.

"H-Harry, we should just study." I said, crawling away from him.

"We are studying."  He replied, pulling me back up. "I'm teaching you what happens when you run from us. A lesson you seem to be failing to comprehend." He then threw me aside once more. I cried out as my head met the ground. "Shut up!" He said, not wanting to draw attention to those down stairs.

I then brought my knees up to my chest, hiding my face in them.

"You really are pathetic. I mean honestly, look at you!" He said, pulling me up by my hood. He smirked at my tear stained cheeks before releasing his grip. "I think we're done here. See you around, study buddy." He then winked at me before walking out the door to join the others back in the living room.

I fell to my knees and stared at the floor. I knew he was holding back, due to the fact that Niall could have walked in.

What have I done to be treated so cruelly? All I could ask myself was why? Why did they despise me? Why did they take pleasure in my pain? Why do they do this to me?

Why?

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