Not so number one

Hi my name is Hannah and I get bullied, a lot. I'm still trying to understand why. I mean, I think I treat people right, and never bullied anyone else. Yet Harry and his friends seem to think it's cute or funny or what ever to bully me. I want them to stop hurting me. I want them to stop calling me names. I want them to stop embarrassing me. But mostly... I want them to stop avoiding an answer.

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2. Chapter one

Hannah's POV.

" Hannah, get up now! I need you to do a few things for me!" That would be sound of my foster mother, Santana, waking me up. Ok, I know I said I was in a good foster home right now but I might have been exaggerating. Well, they don't hurt me or anything but, I feel like Cinderella when I'm around them.'Hannah do this' 'Hannah do that' ugh! I'm sick of it.

" Hannah, I said now! If you don't get out of bed now you won't have time to do all the things I need you to do!" I got out of bed and went downstairs. I sat at the kitchen table waiting to hear the list of things I have to do today. " Ok, today I need you to do a couple of things for me." ' A couple to you and a couple to me are very different things' I thought to myself.

" I need you to run to the store and get the groceries, here is the list." She handed me the list and my eyes almost popped out of my head. She must have wanted me to do her shopping for two or three months! "I also need you run by the dry cleaners and pick up my dresses. You also need to go get the car washed and pick up Samantha's medication from the drug store."

Samantha was Santana's daughter and no she isn't mental. She needs special medication because she gets terrible head aches. She gets them almost everyday. Even though she is a little bitch to me sometimes, I feel bad for her. " Alright, that's all for now. If I need you to do anything else for me I'll just call you. Better get a move on dear, off you go." Man she is so preppy and such an ass at the same time. " Oh and one more thing, I'll be at work all day so don't try to call or text me.You are the least of my concerns right now." Um... rude much.

She was finally finished telling me my jobs of the day so I went up stairs to get ready. I hopped in the shower and let the warm water flow allover me. Once I had finished washing myself, I got out and put my clothes and makeup on. I never needed to do much to my brown hair, it always naturally curled when I got out of the shower. I didn't put too much make up on. Not because I didn't think I needed it, cause I did, I just simply didn't have enough effort to put enough on. Plus, my blue eyes seemed to pop today. I then brushed my teeth and finished getting ready. I was then off to do what I needed to do.

I spent at least five hours at the store. ' Well there goes most of my Sunday' I thought to myself. I was then off to get the car washed, which didn't take long. So I was soon going to get the dresses from the dry cleaners. Once I go there I got the dresses and went to put them in the car when I was shot with something. "Ouch!" I said when I felt what ever was shot at me hit my skin. I picked it up off of my leg and saw it was a paint ball. I then heard laughing and turned around to see HIM. Non-other than Harry frickin Styles.

"Hahaha, that was a good shot wasn't it Louis!"

"Ya, hit her right in the leg!" Louis replied to Harry's annoying voice.

"What do you want now!?" I asked in a tone I wish I didn't use cause now there going to beat me for it.

"Ah, got a bit of a tone, now do we. Well you can get your punishment for that later." 'Called it' I thought to myself. " Anyway, you forgot about the meeting we were suppose to have on Friday after school."

"What, you never said anything about a meeting after school on Friday!" I said in a bit of a panicked voice, and by 'meeting' he means beating.

"Oh but I did, do you not remember the note I handed you at lunch? I sure hope you didn't through that away." And I through it away. 'Idiot' I thought to myself. 'Well it was a note from Harry, I wasn't going to keep it!' I fought back with myself. 'Exactly, it was a note from Harry, it could have been anything! That's why we read things before we through them away.'

"Alright, because you missed out on Fridays little secession, you can have double." 'Great' " And because of the attitude you had earlier, you can have a few extra punches. Louis, I'm granting you the first hit. Take it away mate."

"With pleasure!" Louis replied, and with that I was on the ground. The beating went on for a good ten minutes, or at least until they saw a cop car and ran away. It took me a few minutes to get up. I knew there were going to be many new scares and bruises. I got back in the car and drove home. I had enough of the day already, and really hope I don't have to do too much when I get home.

Harry's POV.

Louis and I were walking around town when we saw Non-other than little miss foster care.

"Louis, look whose over there." I said in a bit of a hushed voice.

"Hey you have your paint ball gun in your car, don't you?" he asked.

"Ya, why do... oh I see. Ya, let me go and get that real quick" I replied to Louis.

"Ok, on the count of three shot her..... 1.... 2..... 3!" and with that the paintball went flying through the air and hit Hannah right on the leg.

"Ouch!" was the next thing I heard. Then I saw Hannah get the pain ball off of her leg.

The next thing I new I burst out laughing. " Hahaha, that was a good shot wasn't it Louis!"

"Ya, hit her right in the leg!" Louis replied to me.

I looked at Hannah, who looked really annoyed, and looked into her eyes and they looked beautiful. They seemed to pop that beautiful blue. "What do you want now!?" she replied in a sassy tone. 'Oh why did you have to reply like that. Now I have to beat you even more!' I thought in my head. But out loud i said "Ah, got a bit of a tone, now do we. Well you can get your punishment for that later."

I hate beating her, I really do. I've always had a bit of a crush on her. In seventh grade I asked her out but she already had a boyfriend so she turned me down. She was absolutely perfect, and everyone hated her because of it. She was thin, pretty, nice, talented. Everyone was jealous so they bullied her. I jumped into it because she had just turned me down, and I was still a bit upset. Her boyfriend didn't really love her though, he broke up with her once she started to get bullied. I would have asked her out again after that but I had become her main bully by then. She would have never gone out with me then. I still continue to bully her because it's what everyone expects me to do. But one day I really, really hope I can be brave enough to stop bullying her and stick up for her. Even if  it means everyone else hates me.

"Anyway, you forgot about the little meeting we were suppose to have on Friday after school." I continued

"What, you never said anything about a meeting after school on Friday!" She sounded really panicked when she said that.

"Oh but I did, do you not remember the note I handed you at lunch? I sure hope you didn't through it away." Her eyes grew wide after I said that. She threw it away.

"Alright , because you missed out on Friday's little secession, you can have double." ' I wish you wouldn't have had an attitude earlier' I though. " And because of the attitude you have earlier, you can have a few extra punches" It pained me to say that to her, and it pain me to put her in pain. So I let Louis hit her first. "Louis, I'm granting you the first hit. Take it away mate."

" With pleasure!" Louis said. For the next ten minutes we hit her. Hard. I hated it so much. So I ran when I got the chance. I saw a cop run bye so it was a good excuse to run. Louis got up and ran with me, leaving Hannah in pain on the ground. ' I hate myself so much.'

 

AN

Hey I hope It's good so far!! This is my first movella and I hope everyone enjoys it. Please no hate, but even if you do send hate Thanks for the " constructive criticism" Thanks to all of those who are reading, bye for now!!

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