My Bullysitters

Copyright © "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words really hurt me. Keeping quiet and fake smiles are my specialties. With all the pain you cause me I just want to say I'm done. And oh, congratulations, I guess this means you've won."
All I wanted was to be happy, but I guess that was too much to ask for...


38. Empty Promises.

Katie's P.O.V


I nearly fell onto the floor as I awoke in Harry's home. I found myself on his couch rather than a comfortable bed, figuring we both passed out in his living room last night from the movie. If things had been my way, we would have watched it in Harry's room, but he of course had to be the difficult male gender and demand we watched it in the living room which had surround sound.

I noticed Harry must have fallen asleep in an upright position as I had most of the couch occupied, my head rested in his lap. I looked up to find him lightly snoring, his head lent back on the sofa. I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes before getting up to find the bathroom.

The icy tiled floor was cool beneath my feet as I looked myself in the mirror. I quickly wiped off the makeup residue that had smeared across my face before finding Harry's hairbrush and attempting to tame my curls. Once through in the bathroom, I decided to go search Harry's kitchen while waiting for him to wake up.

I was happy to find apple juice in his fridge before pouring myself a glass. The cool liquid made me shiver as I drank it, still feeling a bit chilled myself due to the cold weather. I nearly questioned if the heater inside was working properly. As I was about to go check the thermostat I stopped, my eyes locked on the kitchen window. A grin grew upon my face as I rushed over to it, watching as snow made its way to the already covered ground. I personally loved snow, almost wishing I could see it all the time if it weren't for the bone chilling temperature.

"What are you looking at?" Harry questioned, now awake and walking towards me.

"It's snowing." I smiled, keeping my eyes locked on the dainty white flecks that continued to blow around in the wind.

"Wow." He stated, examining the sight himself. "Oh, by the way, thanks for saving some of the couch for me last night." He grinned, causing me to look up at him in annoyance.

"It's not my fault you didn't want to watch a movie in the bedroom." I fought back.

"I'm only teasing, chill out." He chuckled.

"If I chill any more I'll be frozen. Is the heater even on?" I asked, attempting to change the subject using his own words.

He merely shrugged his shoulders before beginning to speak again. "So what do you want to do today?"

"Actually I was waiting for your lazy bum to get up so you could drive me home."

"So you want to hang out at your place today?"

"Um, I'm not sure how hanging out will work with all the things I have to get done, but-"

"Can't it wait?" He whined.

"Harry, why are you acting like this? One moment you're possessive, now you're clingy!" My tongue had literally formed an alliance with my thoughts, not wanting to say those things out loud at all.

"Well excuse me for wanting to spend time with my girlfriend." He retorted.

"That's not what I meant." I said, rubbing my forehead with my fingers.

"Whatever." He grumbled, making me even madder at his new found attitude.

"I just have a lot of things I need to get done." I said through gritted teeth, trying not to snap at him.

"Like what?" He childishly complained.

"Oh I don't know, Harry. How about the sea of chemistry homework I'm drowning in? Or maybe, my flute solo I have coming up for band. My art project, my book report I just might have to ask for an extension on, my English essays. The list is endless!" By now I was even more stressed out. My never ending school work, Harry, this argument, everything seemed to be piling onto the stress train.

"Can't you do all that tomorrow? I mean, I'm pretty sure you can make room to hang out without missing anything."

"Are you not hearing me? I need every minute I can get to get this all done and ready for Monday. I'm sorry, Harry, but I need to go."

I shrieked as he took hold of my upper arms, harshly pinning me to the kitchen wall. You could see it in his eyes that he was furious with not getting his way.

"What's more important to you?! Me, or your stupid school work?!"

"Harry, let go. That hurts!" I sobbed, his grip causing crucial pain throughout my arms. He kept his hold a bit longer before shoving me away, causing me to stumble down to the floor. I stayed there for a moment, allowing everything to process.

"I knew it." I finally spoke, now standing myself back up.

"Knew what?" He spat.

"I shouldn't have believed you. You broke your promise, Harry. Doubt you even remember it. I knew I should have just stayed away even when you said you'd never hurt me again. But you know what? It's fine! I'm glad to see the truth, Harry Styles! You'll always be a bully."

I quickly fled from his house, the snow stinging my skin as I ran through the cold. My stupid red dress was no match for this weather. My icy tears slid down my face as I continued home. I wasn't crying for the physical pain he had inflicted me, but the emotional scar that would forever remain.

I burst through the door and sped up the stairs and into my room, slamming my door along the way. My sobs burst out even harder as I tried to wipe away the unwanted tears. I didn't want to cry over him, he didn't deserve my tears! But they continued to fall, one by one they slid down my cheeks. There was a knock on my door, and I knew it was Niall. I didn't want him to know, but something told me he already did. Who could have missed that loud slam of the door, along with my obnoxiously loud crying?

I stood up and opened the door, Niall instantly hugging me.

"What's the matter, princess?" He asked.

And that, for some reason, made me begin to cry even harder.

"Shh, it's ok, I'm here." He said, scooping me up and placing me on the bed. I cried into his chest, Niall not saying a word as I let it all out. He soothingly rubbed my back while occasionally kissing my forehead, letting me know he was there for me. I make sure to thank God every night for the brother he blessed me with. Without Niall, my life literally wouldn't be worth it.

"What did Harry do?" He finally spoke, his tone sounding quite angered. "I swear, if he hurt you I'm going to-"

"Who cares? I mean honestly, he's not even worth it."

"I care! My baby sister is in hysterics right now! What kind of brother would I be if I didn't care?"

"Point taken." I reluctantly spoke.

"Tell me what happened, please?" He narrowed his face level to mine, staring at me with his similar blue eyes. His happened to be only the slightest bit brighter than mine.

"Well, I guess it started when I told him I had a lot of things to get done, instead of agreeing to spend the day with him. He completely lost it and then questioned if I thought my work was above him for some reason. Next thing I know I'm pinned against the wall before I go flying to the floor. I should have known better, Niall. I should have listened to you! He was nothing but trouble from the start." Niall held me once again as the tears returned. Before I knew it, he was heading for my door. "Where are you going?" I questioned, wiping my eyes yet again.

"He's hurt you for the last time, and I'm about to let him know."

And just like that, he was gone.



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