Harry's my Bully (One Direction fanfic/Harry Styles)

Chapter 4- Truth

Chapter 4-

A/N : I Guys, I feel like you people don’t exist

Nobody’s commenting?! Ah whatever, I’ll keep uploading

Bye all of you!xx

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Natalie’s P.O.V

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It might be a little challenging, since he hates me.

Right?

Alright, well time to wake Harry up, I hope this goes well…

“Harry! Time to wake up” I said running into his room to sit on the end of his bed

“Fuck off, I need sleep” He said, but of course I ignored that rude comment and laid down on his bed, looking at him with his eyes shut, our noses are about 2 inches apart

“Wake up” I whisper to him, next thing I know he is screaming at alarming sounds and running out of the room

Well that went well

As I walked into the kitchen where Harry was looking through the cupboards trying to find breakfast

“Do you want pancakes, I can make some if you want them” I said winking at him

Remember this is an ACT

“Er… sure” He said giving me a weird look, I must admit though, his bed head is kind of cute

I get out the pancake mix, pour some water into a cup and put the pancake mix in with the water. I next mix the pancake mix. After I’m done with this I pour the batter on to the pancake pan to cook it. (A/NFor people not knowing how to cook ;)

After the pancake is lightly brown I put it on a plate and hand it to Harry

“Er… thanks” He said oh so awkwardly, he was never awkward when he beat the crap out of me… I guess he isn’t good at being nice

“No problemo!” I said

“So this must be what you’d act toward me if I didn’t do those things” He mumbled kind of sadly

“Probably” I mumbled back before thinking

“Wait, what did you just say?” He asked eying me carefully

“POTATO, I SAID POTATO” I screamed and ran out

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It’s now 11:00am, and I had 6 hours to get ready, I better try and get Harry out of the house. They don’t need to meet Harry, nobody should get the displeasure of meeting him. I mean just imagine Harry hanging out with One Direction, they don’t match

I decided I should probably ask Harry now if he can buy me an outfit

After walking around the apartment checking all rooms, cupboards, hallways, closets, and refrigerators. I couldn’t find that boy anywhere. “FUCK” Is all I hear

“I walk towards the noise to see Harry in my room clutching his hand to his chest, what could he have possibly have done now?

And then I see it, there is a hole in the wall

I walk over to Harry to see he is near tears

CRY BOY CRY, I would love to see that pathetic cry of yours. Boohoo