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..


2. Warm Welcomes

The ride was about thirty minutes long, beings he lived across town from me and my mom. I still can’t believe she agreed to this. I sat in silence as i looked out the window, watching England pass by in a blur. We slowed to a stop, Harry pulling over beside a big house. I unbuckled myself and slid out of the vehicle, sluggishly walking around to retrieve my bags. Harry didn’t bother helping me this time, he stood back and watched me tug and yank my bags out of the back seat.
After i managed to get the last one out, i slammed the door and followed the tall figure into the house. I glanced up in awe, staring at the nice clean furniture and simple tan walls.
The house was decorated in different shades of brown and red. The walls were a light tan with a white trimming around it. The carpet was almost the same color with a dark red designs in it. The furniture was a chocolatey color, one large couch, a love seat and a single chair. Each chair had square, dark red pillows placed neatly on the cushions. Random roses were placed in vases that seemed to match the entire house, giving the house a flowery, sweet smell. Family picture hung from every wall, from family portraits, to casual pictures.
Harry turned to look at me, flipping his curls away from his face, pulling my attention back to where i was heading. I sighed. So this is where i’m going to be staying for he next six months. great. i trudged along behind him, looking everywhere but at the masculine form in front of me. He took a slight turn to the left, open a dark, two inch thick wooden door. I glanced around the room, my eyes widening a little.
The room was a light gray with white wall liners, the walls decorated in random pictures of flowers, saying he obviously had help from his mom or a female with decorated the house. In the center of the room was a large four poster bed, complete with big fluffy pillows and a thick gray and white comforter. I set my stuff on the bed, watching it sink a little because of the weight.
“This is your room until your mom gets back. Don’t bother me or the boys and you’ll be fine.” He growled, glaring at me before turning towards the door.
“The boys?” I asked, praying he didn’t mean what i thought he did. He stopped, slowly turning towards me.
“Zayn, Liam, Louis and Niall will also be staying with me for the next six months. Get used to it.” He said, sending me a mean grin before casually walking out the door. I gulped. Great. Just great. So not only will i be dealing with one stuck up, obnoxious, self centered jerk but five of them. Lucky me.
I unpacked my bags, hanging what i could and neatly folding the rest of my clothes before placing them in drawers. My shoes went into the bottom of the closet, like they would at home. I checked my phone, seeing that i truly was a loner. No new texts or calls.
A loud bang came from somewhere in the house, making me jump. I listened closely, hearing voices yelling through the house. I held my breath, trying to make out what they was saying. It suddenly went quiet and the air was still. I listened for a minute more before hopping off the bed, hitting the floor running. I grabbed the door, preparing to close and lock it before a figure appeared, stopping my actions. His blue-green eyes sparkled with mischief as he smirked down at me.
“What, you’re not gonna come out and say hi to me?” Louis said, flipping his hair out of his eyes. He moved forward, making me move further back into my room. I eyed him, mentally noting that he was alone.
“Y-yes. I was just on my way out.” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. He was the violent one. He dropped the smirk, his face going blank. My bum hit the edge of the bed, telling me i was out of room to run around in.
“Hm. Why do I not believe you, love?” He said, brushing the back of his hand across my cheek. I opened my mouth to respond when my cheek stung white hot with pain. I cupped my injured cheek with one hand as my other caught one of the corner poles on the bed to balance myself.
“You know how i feel about lying.” Louis said, shaking his hand as if it hurt him to. I held in the sob that was dying to break out. I will not cry in front of him.
“I’m sorry, Louis.” I said, standing up though i kept my eyes on the floor. He stood directly in front of me, his nose brushing against my injured cheek. Louis took in a deep breath, exhaling loudly.
“Mmm, you smell good.” He said in a husky low voice, lightly brushing his lips against my cheek. He moved closer, invading my bubble as he pressed his body into mine.
“I’ve never been able to see you outside of school. I could get used to this.” He said, raising his hand to trace the collar of my low cut shirt. A shiver went down my spine, causing goosebumps to appear. I tried to back away, pressing myself into the bed as much as i could to put distance between us.
His eyes darted to mine for a second before he nudged my head to the side, his warm breath washing over my neck. His lips connected with shoulder, leaving a little wet spot as he blew on it. My stomach filled with butterflies and i desperately wanted to get away. The problem was my body didn’t want to.
He placed his hands on my hips, lifting me up to sit on the bed. He pried my knees apart, settling himself between my knees. I tried to scoot backwards but his hands caught my legs, pulling me back into him. Louis wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me against him as his other hand pulled out my ponytail, grabbing a handful of hair at my neck. He tugged my head back harshly, making me whimper as he pulled my hair. He took it as a good thing, tugging on it harder.
His lips found my collar bone, leaving sloppy wet kisses down to the top of my breasts. I tried to fight back by knotting my fist in his hair, yanking back on it. He moaned, a raspy sound that vibrated through his body. His teeth was hard as he bit me, sucking on the bare skin. I knew what he was doing. I'm not a big fan of hickies. I wiggled, trying to find a way to stop him. Louis finally pulled back, looking at my face. A warm hand was placed firmly on my lower back, pushing my bottom half forward and against him. My eyes widened has he ground his groin against mine, biting his bottom lip as he moaned. I whimpered, wishing he would stop though it did surprise me i turned him on. They always called me ugly and fat and unattractive but yet i was a whore.
“Mm, we will have to do this again sometime.” He said huskily, planting a wet kiss just below my jaw. I stayed frozen, unable to speak because of his actions. He smirked at me before simply walking out of my room.

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