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.

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4. Stay With You

Gemma, Harry, and I all silently walked up the stairs trying our hardest not to wake Anne. Once we were all at the top of the staircase we made our way to our own bedrooms. I laid in bed for about a half hour before i turned on the television. "The Devil Inside" was playing on one of the movie channels. Being the drunken idiot i was, i watched it. After the first scary part i quickly turned the television off, and the i was left in the dark. I was terrified. I jumped out of bed, ran out of my room, and swiftly turned the corner. I knocked on Harry's door before walking in. The room was dark but i walked to Harry's bed. Harry was obviously asleep. I poked his shoulder a few times, when he still didnt wake up i pulled his hair. Harry's eyes shot open, he looked at me with confused eyes. 
Me: "Hi Harry..um sorry i woke you up but, im scared. Can i stay here with you?"
Harry: A huge grin spread across his face "Of course you can"
I walked around the big mattress and crawled under the black blankets. I pulled my knees up towards my chest. My eyes were closed and i was starting to feel sleepy. I felt arms wrap around my stomach and waist, and then there was a warm body pressed against mine. I turned my head and saw Harry a inch away from me with his eyes closed and a small smile on his face. I knew he was pretending to sleep but i just turned  back around and fell asleep.
I was laying on the beach. Harry was laying next to me. Our fingers were laced together and both of our eyes were glued to the beautiful sunset. The colors of pink, orange, yellow and red were reflecting on the salty ocean water. I turned my gaze to Harry. We stared at each other for a moment before Harry leaned in closer, and he kissed me. 
 I woke up to a door slamming. Harry was no longer laying next to me. I walked into the kitchen and Gemma was standing alone laughing. 
Me: "What was the noise?"
Gemma: "Harry, he's in the bathroom. He has a bad hangover."
Now that Gemma mentioned it, i didnt feel too good myself. Harry walked out of the bathroom. He looked at me for a minute before walking upstairs without saying a single word to me. I dont know why but it kind of hurt. What did i think would happen, we were both drunk last night. Harry still hates me and i still hate him. Thats one thing that would never change.

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