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...


18. The One.

Liam's P.O.V


"I'm serious, man. Harry's changed." Zayn spoke.

"I think he's back on Katie's side." Louis added.

"He defends her all the time, and it's getting old." Zayn growled.

"He's probably still head over heals for her." Louis laughed.

I gripped my hands tighter around the steering wheel, growing tired of this conversation. Harry knew the consequences if he turned against me, and I knew he would never let that happen. He cared about her too much...


Katie's P.O.V


"Harry, seriously, stop!" I giggled as he continued to tickle me.

"Not until you confess you cheated!" He smirked.

"I beat you fair in square! It's not my problem you can't handle being beaten by a girl!"

"Say it!"


"Then you leave me no choice!" He shouted, his fingers finding every possible spot to tickle me.

"You just hate the fact that I dominate at Super Smash Bros.!" I almost squealed.

"Fine, new game!" And with that, I was tackled off the couch and pinned down on the floor. "Wrestling." He smirked.

"Get off me, Styles!" I laughed.

"Admit it! I wanna hear you say it!"

"I didn't cheat you goof!"


We then got caught in a fit of laughter, Harry stopping after a moment while I continued. I soon stopped as I saw him staring down at me, an oddly familiar look on his face. The same look Liam's face held those years ago.

Still in his hold on the floor, he began to cautiously lean in. I couldn't help but notice there was something different though. He looked worried, almost as if he were scared to hurt me. The thought of him caring about me caused myself to feel happy, but I knew this was wrong.

"Harry." I spoke softly.

"Yeah?" He asked, still inching his way closer.

"What about the girl?"

"What girl?" He asked, clearly confused.

"Your inspiration, the one you remembered."

"What about her?" He said, now grinning.

"We shouldn't be doing this." I said, unsure on why he was still getting closer. "If you love her, you should be trying to kiss her, not me."

"Well that's rather confusing." He smirked.

"How on earth is that even complicated?" I asked.

"First you say to kiss you, then you say not to, now which is it?"

"When did I even-" It then clicked in my mind what he was referring to. "Me?" I asked.

"Yes, you. It's always been you." He said against my lips before ever so gently kissing them.

"I've always loved you." I said, trying to hold back the tears. I could feel my walls crashing down as all the shunned feelings quickly spread throughout my body. "But then you broke my heart."

"I'm so sorry for what I did." He said, his forehead pressed against mine. "I know my apologies aren't good enough and could never make up for what I've done, but I mean it when I say, I love you."

He released his gentle hold he had on my wrists and gently cupped my face before kissing me once again.

"I take it you're feeling better now, Katie?" Liam quizzed as he stood in the entrance of the living room, the other two staring at us from behind him. "Or maybe," he said, walking over to us, Harry immediately standing up, "you were never sick at all."

Harry was glaring at him as I was standing up.

"Katie, go to your room while Harry and I talk. You've been a bad gi-"

"Damn it, Liam stop!" I shouted. "I'm human just like the rest of you. I'm not a fucking do-" I was violently slapped across the face, sending me into the arms of Louis.

"So disrespectful." He spat, raising his arm at Harry, who was trying to make his way over to me, signaling him to stop. "On second thought, why don't you stick around." He smirked.

"Let her go, Liam. She doesn't deserve this." Harry harshly spoke.

"Of course you would think that, now that you have her wrapped around your pinky."

"It's not like that."

"Oh, isn't it? Why don't you tell her the real reason you abandoned her!" Liam yelled.

"What?" I asked, now looking at the both of them.

"She doesn't need to hear anything." Harry yelled back.

"Fine, I'll do the honors." Liam smirked. "He didn't think you could manage the situation by yourself."

"Liam!" Harry yelled.

"He didn't want to have to deal with your pain."

"Damn it, Liam! Leave her alone!"

"He didn't believe in you."

"Katie, don't listen to him!"

"Sure, what do I know. I'm just the reject."

"You're a monster!" Harry growled.

"STOP!" I yelled, everyone stopping and staring at me. "Just tell me." Liam opened his mouth before I added, "Harry. Harry, tell me."

I saw Liam smirk as he backed away, letting all the spotlight shine on Harry.

"He threatened me. He told me if I stayed with you, he would force you to be his. He said, that if I truly cared for you, I would let you go. He told me all of the horrible things he would do to you, things I'm going to spare you from hearing. You have to believe me that I only left, because I knew one day things would be better. I knew that staying would kill the both of us. I left, because I loved you, and I didn't want the one I loved getting hurt."

"But you bullied her with your own two hands!" Liam chimed in. "She should have nothing to feel for you but hate! Take her away boys. Harry's going to learn what happens to traitors."

"Harry!" I screamed as they drug me up the stairs.

"Katie!" He yelled, rushing past Liam and into my room.

It was a battle field up there. Hands were everywhere, mine desperately trying to grab Harry's. My hands were simultaneously pulled behind my back, Liam keeping a firm grip on them.

"Get him out of here." He yelled to both Louis and Zayn. They immediately grabbed Harry, attempting to get him out of my room.

"Harry!" I cried, trying to break free of Liam's grip.

"I promise you!" He said as he was being pulled away, still fighting to break free from the older and stronger males. "I'll save you from him! Whatever happens, I'll take it all away, I'll be the one to wipe away your tears, to fight away all of your fears, I'll hold your hand for the years to come, just like you wrote in your song. I'll be the one!"

Within a matter of seconds he was gone. Liam then let go of me, going and locking me in with him. My mind was telling me to make run for it to the bathroom, heck, even jump out my window, but my heart wanted answers.

"What was Harry talking about? What did you say to him that day, the day he exiled me from his life?" I demanded, staring at him with an undoubtedly tear stained face. He then smirked before stepping forward, causing me to back away with fright. I predictably met a wall with my back, Liam taking hold of my upper arms.

"Why don't I show you?" He grinned, scaring me by the way he was looking at me.

His body was now pinning mine against the wall, the only amount of space between us were my hands on his chest, attempting to push him away. He chuckled at my foolish actions, knowing I was no match for him.

My attention was suddenly turned to the commotion coming from downstairs. The slamming of objects and the sound of Harry yelling, struggling to get free could be easily heard.

"You know?" Liam said, playing with my hair, curling it on his own finger right in front of me. "I still don't understand why you chose him over me. I have so much more to offer." He chuckled, allowing my hair to fall back where it once laid on my shoulder.

My head was then forcefully turned to one side before Liam's breath could be felt near my skin.

"I'll show you exactly what Harry was talking about, what he was afraid of." His lips were then harshly pressed to the flesh, causing me to push against him even harder, only to helplessly fail.

My hands fisted his t-shirt, having no way to ease the pain I was experiencing.

"Liam, stop." I cried, struggling to break free from his hold.

He suddenly stopped, releasing me. My hands immediately flew up to where his lips once occupied my skin, gasping at what was now done.

"This means you're mine now." He chuckled.

"No." I whimpered, attempting to run around him. He quickly grabbed my arm, tackling me onto the bed. I was harshly pinned down, his grip nothing close to gentle like Harry's.

"Let's play another game." He smirked. "Rules same as last time." I then kneed him in the stomach, fighting my way out from under him as he landed on me.

I tripped on my way to the door, not even five feet away.

"You bitch." He spat, returning to his previous position, my hands harshly pinned to the floor. "I'm sorry, but this is the only way I know to keep you from leaving me." He said, his hands getting dangerously close to the front of my waist.

"Liam! Open the door!" Harry yelled from outside.

"We're a little preoccupied at the moment." He smirked. "Isn't that right, love?"

"Harry, help!" I wailed, earning myself another slap from Liam.

Harry, having no other options, began throwing himself at the door.

"Come out and settle this like a man, Liam!" He shouted.

I knew what he was doing. Saying things like that would distract Liam long enough for him to break in, that or lead him to irritation, causing him to get up and face Harry. I stayed silent, knowing my pleading for Harry would only turn Liam's attention back to me.

"You're a coward, Liam!" Harry shouted.

Liam shot up, swinging the door wide open. Harry then rammed into him, tackling him to the floor.

"Katie, get out of here!" He yelled, beginning to fight with Liam.

I stood there, unable to process what was happening. Harry threw punch after punch, Liam struggling to even touch Harry.

"Harry stop, that's enough. Let's just get out of here!" I said.

He refused to listen to me, continuing to swing at him.

"Harry!" I screamed, putting a hand on his shoulder. He stopped, fist in mid punch. "Stop." I pleaded.

He reluctantly got off of Liam, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the house. We drove to his flat, Harry instantly ushering me inside and up to his bedroom.

"Are you alright?" He asked, looking me over.

I shook my head, knowing I would be traumatically scarred by the events that had taken place.

"Where did he touch you?" Harry asked, taking my hands in his.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I remained still, not wanting to show him the mark Liam inflicted on me.

"Please, Katie. I only want to help you." He sighed out.

I withdrew my hands from his, moving my hair to the shoulder opposite of the mark. Harry's hands were to my neck in a matter of seconds, examining the mark with an indescribable look on his face.

"Ow." I whispered as his fingers traced over the irritated flesh.

His hands fell to my shoulders before wrapping around my body.

"Did you really mean what you said back there?" I asked.

"Every word." He said softly, rubbing my back gently.

"I understand now." I mumbled into his shirt.

"Understand what?" He asked.

"Everything. Why you did what you did. You were only protecting me when you so harshly shunned me away. You knew Liam was capable of-" I stopped, not wanting to think of what could have happened.

"You still didn't deserve to be treated the way you were all of those years. I wasn't fair to you."

"You rescued me, Harry. That's all I've ever needed all along."

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