My Bully

"Please stop daddy!" Tears were rushing down my face and soon I felt a slam against my face, I was on the floor. I felt a kick to my head and then I felt nothing. Your going to live with the Styles for a while. I'd rather hang around at home and get beaten by my father than live with my bully, Harry Styles.


3. Party

*The next night*
 I had just gotten out of the shower, and I was straightening my long hair when i heard yelling coming from the hallway. I recognized the voice to be Gemma, she was on the phone with someone but i didnt know who. When i heard her hang up the phone i walked out of my room. "Is everything okay?" Gemma looked at me with tears running down her face. "Yeah." Gemma went downstairs and got into the shower. I knew she wasnt really okay, but i felt like i should mind my own business. Now didnt seem like a good time to ask her questions either.
I went back to my room and continued doing my hair and make up. Once I was finished i took off my shorts and sweatshirt. I was walking around my room in my underwear trying to decide on a dress. I forgot to lock my door. I was walking around the room, singing my favorite song, in my own world when i heard a slight chuckle. I quickly snapped my head towards the door and saw Harry standing in the doorway with a annoying smirk on his face. "Angela, it looks like you've lost weight. Your not as fat as you used to be." Harry said this while laughing and he dropped one of his eyes into a wink, as if it were a compliment. I rolled my eyes and pushed him into the hall and slammed my door in his stupid face, this time remembering to lock the door.
When Harry, Gemma, and I were all ready we got into Gemmas car and drove down a few streets until we reached Jason's house. The house was big, and the front yard was littered with empty red cups, and people laying in the grass. We walked into the house and i instantly felt claustrophobic. There were so many sweaty, and smelly people dancing around me. It seemed fun but the tight space made me feel a little sick.
Gemma and I lost Harry the second we entered thee house, which i didnt mind at all. We made our way to the kitchen and took a red cup full of alcohol. I was on the dancing with some guy, i dont know his name. He was kinda cute but not really my type. I just was trying to dance but this guy had other intentions. I slowly walked away, he started dancing with someone else. I was awkwardly standing by myself, when a pair of hands grabbed my hips. I turned to see Harry. I knew he was already drunk, i was too so i didnt even care that Harry had his hands on my hips. Harry and I were dancing together for about ten minutes, when Harry came close to my ear. "you look really hot. I think you changed, i kinda like you now" I didnt really respond to Harry, i just kinda kept dancing.
Eventually Me, Gemma, and Harry all found each other again. Gemma wasnt drunk at all, she only had one drink. Gemma helped me and Harry into the backseat and started driving home. I was beginning to fall asleep with my head against the cold window, when i felt Harrys hand moving up and down on my leg. Harry moved closer to me and rested his head on my shoulder. We both fell asleep in the car. Harry on my shoulder, and me on the window.

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