Harry Styles Imagines

(5) - why?

why? part 2

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I had no idea on what to do.
So, I stood there looking at Harry with big wide eyes.

He stood there, probably feeling something also unknown to him, while I was there; numb.

It happened to me pretty often to just sit, or in this case stand, where I the only think I could feel was my existence.

"Were you trying to hurt yourself?", he now shut the door and locked it.

"Tell me!", he whispered-yelled at me.

"I have nothing to tell you.", I told him angrily.
"Wait until I tell it to your parents.", he smirked evilly at me.

"Go on.", he looked slightly taken back at my words.
"It's not like they think of me a saint. They hate me. They don't care.","Go on, Harry.", I said with tears in my blue eyes.

"They care. I guess.", he tried to convince me weakly.

"You're wrong."
"You might be the best basketball player in the school. But, Harry right now, you are nothing to me. It's not like you've been something before."

With my last words, he left.

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"You decided to lose some weight I see.", Astrid said smirking as she leaned against the locker.
"I did.", I told her with an emotionless face.

"You could still change that ugly sweter of yours, though.", she looked at it in disgust.

I grabbed the things I needed and turned my back at her.

"Oh no. Nobody turns their back at me.", she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

She slapped my face and went away.

I stood there as numb as I could be, feeling a pair of eyes on my, now red, cheek.
Everyone laughed at my reaction and at the mark Astrid left with her delicate hand.

As I said, I was used to it.
But, I don't think that this time I'm going to survive this life that became hell to me.

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"Styles, your homework.", the professor looked up at Harry.

"No, sir.", Harry told him with a sad face.

"Styles, that's the fourth time.","Just to warn you, I'll have to call your parents if you keep doing like this.", the professor wrote in his book.

"Yes, sir."

"Alright, Madden.", he looked up from his book.

"Yes."

"Bring them here.", he told me looking back at his book.

While I walked towards the desk of our professor, I have been thrown some papers and pens.

As usual.

"Stop.", Harry growled at the girls.
The girls stopped and I came safely towards the end of the classroom.

As I came back in my seat, I gave Harry a small grateful smile.

He gave me one of his back.

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"I hope they didn't disturb you anymore.", Harry jogged towards me.

"No they didn't.","Thank you.", I quickly added.

"Olivia wait.","I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you. It wasn't fair."
"You didn't do anything wrong."

"Why? Why, Harry?"

"Can we please go for a short walk?"

"We are?", I raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, outside the school.", he snorted quietly for me to not hear him.

"Alright. You owe me some explanations anyway."

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"Why? Why did you do that? Defend me?", I raised an eyebrow.

"Because I've been through the same moments as you.", he told me and kissed the only scar I had on my forearm.

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That was the end.
To tell you the truth, I didn't expect it either.  🤷‍♀️

Hope you enjoyed it anyway.
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Published the 12th of March 2018.