As I was slowly walking down the the corridor turning the corner slowly keeping cautious of my surroundings. I was never the ‘popular’ one if you say so in high school. I didn’t have many friends as your typical 17 year old girl would. I get severely bullied by the jocks. I am terrified to come to school ever since that on kid, ‘Harry Styles’ threw me into the lockers when I was 14. Ever since I was bullied. When Harry left school to become some famous singer the bullying just got worse.
I am scared to wake up in the morning because my dreams are better than reality. I’m not the prettiest girl in the world. One of the most insecure girls though since I constantly get called names for my appearance. I come from a good looking family but I guess I didn’t get the jeens. On certain days I would think I look at least a little bit presentable but I just get beaten down with words. I was never the one to stand up for myself and what I believe in, I am the outsider who sits in the back corner of the classroom and doesn’t talk. I’m afraid if I talk I would get judged.
As I was slowly walking to my next class people were pointing and laughing at me when the jocks came my way. They knocked my books out of my hands shoving me into the lockers. I sighed as my back forcefully hit the lockers and I slide down. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and crawled on the floor gathering all of my book collecting them again. When I stood up again I made my way into my classroom taking my usual spot in the back of the classroom trying to avoid everyone.
As the class went by ever so slowly I paid close attention. I guess you could say I’m a nerd, but I’m not a jock or a popular so not much is left. I have one friend but we don’t really talk that much. I just try to mind my own business an stay out of everyone’s way. As the bell rang indicating the end of the day I waited until everyone walked out until I did. As I went to my locker doing the combination, someone grabbed my brown hair shoving my head rather hard against the locker giving my a cut on my forehead. I quickly got my books put them in my bag and shutting my locker.
I walked out as fast as I could out of the school and started walking home. Ahead I saw a familiar head of curls with four other lads. No this couldn’t be! My worst nightmare is coming true! Harry Styles has returned to Holmes Chapel, and even worse he brought friends. I hope he doesn’t notice me but as usual things don’t go my way. He looked my direction locking eyes with me. His eyes grew wide and he stopped in his place. I felt liquid run down my face and I touched it. Blood.
As I was visiting my home town with the lads we decided to take a walk because I really missed this place. As I was walking I saw a familiar scrawny body but I just couldn’t put my finger on who it was. It was a girl, was it someone I dated? No. A cousin of some sort? No. She looked at me and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Callie. Callie Martin. The girl who I used to torment when I was in high school. She looked amazing. Her face has slimmed out, her body looking very slim, her hair was as curly as ever. She had bruised covering her arms, legs and even some on her neck. She had a huge gash on her forehead with blood running down her face.
She locked eyes with me then felt her face. I couldn’t believe that I had saw the girl who I made her life a living hell. Now seeing her again, I wonder why I have ever bullied her. I just stopped in my place as she crossed the street keeping her head down. Still that shy little girl I remember her as.
"Harry is everything okay?" Louis asked keeping his eyes on Callie who was cautiously walking looking around, I guess making sure no one was around. A group of lads I vaguely remember walked up to her knocking her books down, kneeing her in the stomach and pushing her down to the ground. The laughed at her pain and ran away high fiving each other. Liam, Niall, Louis, Zayn and I just watched her struggling to get off the ground. That is sickening to watch, I can still not believe I did that to her because she was an ‘outcast’.
I looked both ways before running over to her trying to help her up but she looked at me with terrified eyes. Did I still make her scared? I hope not. Ivan not believe she still goes through this! It’s almost been three years and it was all my fault.
"Please don’t hurt me." She begged struggling to get up. I feel so bad for this poor girl. She did nothing to us except being a 4.0 student.
"I promise I won’t." I told her helping her stand. She brushed off her uniform. She was gorgeous looking at her up close. Her brown eyes has little specks of gold in them. Her curly hair was well tamed but perfect ringlets. Her skin was flawless except for the little scrapes covering it. She didn’t wear any makeup which was even better.
"Thanks." She mumbled looking down clearly still scared of me. I can’t believe I was the reason for basically ruining her life. She was just like the rest of us and I barely remember someone telling me she gets mentally and sexually abused at her house. Apparently her father rapes her as her mother hits her. I’m not sure the whole story but that’s what I remember someone telling me when I still lived here. I thought if she got abused at home it would be okay if she got abused at school also. God I was so fucked up, I was awful.
I stood there as my legs shaking frightened because I don’t know what Harry would do. Last time I saw him. He threw his lunch at me, I cried running home and not coming back the rest of the day. He was staring intensely at me and it was making me uncomfortable. I looked to the right and saw his mate standing there watching us and blood dripped onto my school uniform shirt from my face.
"Well.. Erm th-thank you for h-helping me up, but I-I should be getting home." I said quickly releasing my week self from his strong grasp. He turned to me before offering,
"Wait! Come to my mum’s house and we will help you get cleaned up." I shook my head violently running away back to my house only to be tormented even more.