Bullied (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

I'm so so  glad that school is finally over and I can forget those horrible voices running around in my head. I'm on my way home as I hear a familiar voice.

"Lucy?" Harry?? I turn around as Harry walks faster than usual towards me. As he's finally next to me he's a bit out of breath. What is he doing here? What does he want from me? His tall body is so attractive... "I just wanted you to know that..."

"Styles?" A voice interrupts us as we both turn around almost at the same time. It's Max. God. I roll my eyes and let out a deep breath. What the fuck is he doing here? Max is like a fat, old dog who follows his owner and bark at everyone. Yup... that would be the best description for him.

"Max..." Harry says a bit surprised and angrily. "Also want one?" He offers Harry a cigarette but he shakes his head. "No thanks." "Maybe you?" I also shake my head. "I don't smoke." I explain and Max starts to laugh. "Oh yeah sure. Lucy is a good girl, I almost forgot. Lucy doesn't smoke. She also never drinks alcohol and does terrible things. What a good girl you are. Everyone at home must be so proud of you." Harry starts to laugh. Thank you Max. I hate it if someone includes my family to anything. I mean.. somehow he is right. I don't smoke. Well I've once tried it but I didn't like it, I started coughing and I don't understand how people like that smell and taste on their bodies. And alcohol?! I never go to parties because no one invites me. Why would they.

"What did you want from her Styles?" Max voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Nothing really special. I've wanted to know if we have an exam tomorrow since she's so clever". Nice Harry. Really nice.

"Ha Styles we have a few more nerds in class. Why did you ask the ugly one?" They both burst out into laughter, as it would be such an awesome joke and I feel terrible. Did Harry really wanted to know if we have an exam tomorrow? He never asked me that. But yeah.. what else should he wanted to know. "Come over for a drink Styles?" Harry nods. "Of course. I'm ready." "Good, good Styles." Max faces me and disgust rushes through my body once again. "I'm really sorry but we have to go now, Lucy. I'm sure you're not allowed to hang out with us and come home drunk so I think it's better you go home and study for a bit. Bye". They turn around but Harry looks behind him for one more time and faces me.

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I'm finally in my room. Time for myself. No one says shit to me. I'm just on my own. But I also have a lot of time to think about everything. I look into the mirror and push up my shirt for a bit to see my stomach. My eyes travel down my body. They are right. I'm ugly. And I'm fat. Why would someone even want to hang out with me. I'm nothing compared to the girls in my class. They are all pretty and thin. They wear a lot of make up but still... they are perfect compared to me. Tears collect in my eyes as I lay down onto my bed. I hate myself. I fucking hate everything on me. Why am I so ugly. Why am I so fat. I'll never understand it. I have to lose weight. Really fast. But what can I do for what I look like? As my thoughts are uncontrollable I take the scissor once again.