My Bully

Nichole Mercer doesn't do much. School and then home. All that changes when her mom leaves for six months and she's stuck in the same house as her bully..


38. The Real Reason

    Nichole’s POV

    I was almost running down the street, walking as fast as my little legs could carry me. I had to get out of that house fast, i felt like i was being suffocated and the further i got away the more i was able to breath. I smiled when i saw the familiar store i have been addicted to lately. My legs have taken me to the heaven on earth to me: Starbucks. 

    I sighed, feeling better as i walked through the glass door. Starbucks always lightened my mood. I walked up to the counter, giving Ashley a small, sad smile. I didn’t have the energy to fake it.  Her grin dropped as soon as she took in my puffy red eyes and messy appearance.

    “Oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She asked rushing out from around the counter. Her hands went to my belly, feeling for the bump.

    “You didn’t loose him did you?” She said frantically, waiting for my reply. I quickly shook my head. If i lost the baby i wouldn’t be able to stand right now. I have grown very attached to my unborn child. Almost everybody has, with the exceptions of a few people. She sighed in relief.

    “Then what’s wrong?” She asked, relaxing a little now that she knew the baby was fine.

    “It’s Harry. He wants in.” 


    The next three hours were spent in a corner table in the back of the little store talking about the whole situation. Ashley coming up with a few things all on her own.

    “I am not afraid of commitment!” I said a little bit to loud, earning a few weird looks from strangers. I sat back down in my chair, looking at Ashley in disbelief.

    “I am not afraid of commitment. We have a baby together, why would i be scared to have any type of relationship with him?” I asked. Ashley shrugged her shoulders, looking at me as if it was obvious.

    “Nichole. Niall told me about everything. EVERYTHING. It’s understandable that you may not be ready for any type of relationship with Harry.” She reasoned, basically giving me the okay to reject Harry. Instead of comforting me, it made me actually aggravated and a little mad. I’m not afraid of commitment.

    “I’m not afraid of commitment. I can and will have some sort of relationship with Harry, whether it’s just for the baby or not. I have to go, it was good talking to you,Ash.” I said, grabbing my jacket. I stood, slipping my arms through my sleeves as i stalked out of little cafe. 

    By the time i got home i was freezing, rushing through the door to greet the  warmth the house provided. The smell of lasagna drifted to my nose, making my feet head towards the kitchen. I turned to corner, stopping when i spotted a mop of curls pulling out a pan from the oven. He set it on the stove, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel before turning around, stopping when his green orbs landed on me. I shifted awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I hadn’t thought this far a head.

    “Um...It smells good. Lasagna is one of my favorites.” i say weirdly, talking about nothing important. He nodded his head, agreeing with me. We stood there awkwardly staring at each other for a few minutes before Niall strolled in, breaking the silence.

    “Is it time to eat yet? I’m starving.” He said, his irish accent thick as he eyed the lasagna.

    “Uh, yeah. It’s ready. Nichole, do you want me to fix you a plate?” Harry said, addressing me directly. I hesitated before nodding my head, walking further into the kitchen.

     I sat beside Niall, thanking Harry has he gave me my plate and a glass of milk. All three of us ate in silence after Niall’s failed attempts to make the mood lighter, finally giving up and zipping his mouth. I quickly finished my plate, chugging my milk down before i headed to my room. I heard foot steps behind me but i continued on into my room, facing my follower.

    “Can we talk?” Liam said, his face concerned. I nodded my head, opening the door up further to allow him in before locking the door behind us.

    “Look, i’m going to do something i wouldn’t have done two months ago. Harry needs you just as much as you need him.” Liam started, his eyes pleading for me to listen.

     I sighed nodding my head as i kicked off my shoes again and walking to my dresser. I pulled out some black yoga pants and stripping down. I slipped out of my tight shirt, replacing it by a baggy sweater. I sat crisscrossed on my bed, facing Liam.

    “Harry came to me about a month ago. He was devastated about what he has done to you past and present. He wants to start making it up to you. If that isn’t enough reason to let him in, then this will be: the baby needs both of his or her parents. One will suffice but two is even better. That’s all i have to say.” Liam said, looking sure and calm. 

    “You’re right. About everything, like usual. I was just scared. I didn’t want to let him in because i’m terrified he will leave me to go through this on my own. I still am. I can’t take it if anymore people ditch me.” I said, being honest. Liam nodded his head in understanding.

    “But, before then, he’s gonna have to work for it.” I said a few minutes after thinking. He can’t just get a free ride. 

    “And i agree. I don’t think he would mind though, just as long as you give him a chance.” Liam said, sliding off the bed. I nodded my head, not budging from my spot on the bed.

    “Well, when do you plan on telling him?” Liam said, raising as eyebrow. I shrugged.

    “I’ll tell him later. Just not right at this moment.” I said, sliding from the bed and heading to the bathroom.

    “You gonna take a shower first?” Liam questioned, looking at me funny. I shook my head.

    “Nope. I gotta pee.” I replied, earning a laugh.

    “Well, you have fun with that. Let me know if you need anything.” He said. I raised a hand, letting him know i heard him before shutting the bathroom door.


    It’s been hours later, almost midnight, and i still haven’t told Harry my decision. I laid in my bed, rubbing my tummy. I really needed to go do that. Like, right now. I sighed, getting my lazy butt up off my bed. I opened my door quietly, wondering off into the dark. I felt my way around the house, cursing as i stubbed my pinkie toe on a random table. 

    I walked past the door second to Harry’s room, pausing. Hm. I reached out, jiggling the handle. Ugh, it was locked. Why do they have to be so smart? I continued onto Harry’s room with a little disappointment now. I really wanna see what’s behind that door. 

    I lightly tapped on Harry’s door, listening for any movement. After a few seconds of silence i sighed, turning to walk away from the door. I got to steps away when the door creaked opened and the outline of curly hair poking out from the crack.

    “Who’s there?” His voice rasped, sounding of sleep. I cleared my throat quietly, walking up to the door.

    “It’s me. Nichole.” I half whispered. The door opened all the way, Harry’s body appearing in the door way.

    “Oh, here, come in.” He said, stepping aside. I walked past him stopping a few steps in. It was pitch black in his room. 

    He shut the door behind us, brushing past me. A few seconds later a lamp clicked on, giving the dark room a soft glow. My eyes finally adjusted to the light, my face instantly shooting up in flames. Harry stood before me in just a pair of black boxers, his torso bare and tan, shadows playing over his face. My throat became dry and my blood ran hot, making a light sweat break out across my face and on the back of my neck. Damn, he looked good. 

    “You okay?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned and a tad bit amused. I nodded my head, not trusting my voice just yet.

    “Is there...something you wanted to talk about?” He asked, prompting me. Oh, yeah. There it goes, my brain is finally turning back on. Well, working. It was already turned on... DAMN THESE PREGNANCY HORMONES. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Harry raised an eyebrow at me.

    “I’ve decided to give you a chance but you have to work for it. You can’t just come in freely.” I said,raising my chin a little. He grinned at me, his dimple poking out at me. 

    “That it?” He asked after a few minutes of him just grinning at me. It was starting to get weird. 

    “Well.. yeah, that’s it.” I said. Well, duh that’s it. What else would i be here to tell him?

    “So you woke me up this late to say like, what, twenty words? It couldn’t wait till morning?” He asked, his eyebrows rising as he looked at me with amusement.

    “Oh...Well, i was under the impression you wanted to know as soon as i did.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest, willing my eyes to stay on his face. It was hard with him standing gloriously half naked in front of me.

    “Oh, don’t get me wrong, i’m glad you decided to let me have a go at it. But, why did you really come to me this late?” Harry asked, plopping down on his bed though his eyes stayed trained on me. Damn. He saw right through my act.

    “I...I wanted to see you, i guess.” I mummered, lowering my eyes to the ground. It was true. I did want to see him. Every time i see him my heart skips a beat and i get nervous, in a good way. 

    “Will you stay in here with me? Just for tonight, if not any longer?” Harry said just as quietly.

     I nodded my head, not hesitating as i walked to Harry’s side. He rearranged the covers, holding them open so i could slide in. I got comfortable, feeling a little giddy as i felt the bed dip down as Harry slid in beside me, pulling the covers over our bodies. He flicked off the light and rolled onto his side, me doing the same. My heart was beating hard in my chest until a warm arm wrapped around my waist, his large hand caressing my belly. It felt nice. I closed my eyes happily, drifting off into a deep sleep.

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