I'm The Bully

I finished dressing up as my mother asked and walked down the stairs. I was wearing a red skirt with a knitted sweater and my white high top Converse along with my usual jewelry.

"There are you happy now?" I say walking into the kitchen where my mother and now dad, were finishing up the food.

They both looked at me starting from my face down to my feet. Once their eyes landed on my shoes their smiles disappeared.

"You are not wearing those Converse!" My mother said while my dad nodded his head.

"But whyyy?!" I whined. "You said to wear a skirt you never said anything about my shoes." I smirked at my smartass comment.

"Really? Out of all the shoes you have you always end up wearing Converse. I'll throw out all of your shoes if you don't change out of those." My father said while my mother now nodded her head in approval of my father’s words. I knew they weren't serious they never were. They could never be angry at me, but I respected them too much.

"Ahh you guys are killing me. Fine I'll change my shoes." I turn around to walk up the stairs again. I was mid-way when I screamed. "Can I wear my combat boots?"

"No!" They both yelled together. I laughed knowing their answer and continued my way up letting out an exaggerated sigh.

I replaced my Converse for some nice black flats. I wasn't in the mood for any sandals or high heels. They were simple and comfy so they shall do.

I rushed down stairs when I heard the doorbell ring throughout the house. My mother and father opened the door and greeted our guests.

"Hello Anne please come in. Oh this must be your son." I smiled at my mother’s kind voice. She never had friends back when we would move a lot, so it was nice to see her interact with other people her age. Both Harry and his mother walked in giving my mother a quick hug.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. William, thank you for inviting us, this is my son Harry." Anne replied putting her hand behind Harry's back. Harry looked confused once his mother said my parents’ last names.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. William." Harry simply smiled and reached his out for a hand shake, but my mother being herself took his hand and brought him in for a hug. Once she let him go my father gave him a hand shake.

"You guys could can call me Nancy and him Ben. Aww he is so tall and cute with his curly hair and dimples. You must go to school with Ruby. Hmm speaking of Ruby I wonder where she is." My mother was so excited she didn't let my father speak.

"I'm right here." I say walking toward them. I had been seating on the stairs where I would see them, but they couldn't see me.

"Hi Ms. Styles, I'm Ruby." I smile extending my arm for a handshake, which she took.

"Oh please call me Anne. I'm not a Styles." She replied with a little laugh.

"And hi Harry." I smirk not even bothering to give him a hug or hand shake.



After a minute Niall and his parents arrived as well. We finished with the greeting and my parents invited the grown-ups to the dining room. My parents asked me to give the boys a tour of the house.

"By the way you look nice Ruby." Niall said as we walked up the stairs. I felt my cheeks getting red as I blushed at his comment.

"Thank you, but believe me I didn't want to wear this. I was forced." I reply laughing.

"Your tan is uneven, it looks nasty." Harry blurted out from behind Niall. Really? Here we go.

"Aw well thank you, but stop looking at my legs." I coldly reply with sarcasm. The best way to kill someone is with kindness and that’s what I will do with Harry.

"You're the one putting them out there. They're so huge it's hard not to miss them." He shot back with a smirk in his voice.

I stopped as we reached the door to my room. I turned around to stare at Harry. Niall seemed alert, he knew I was about to reply back, so he wisely stayed quiet.

"Well I'm not putting them 'out there' for you. And I rather they be big than thin. The same with my body. I'd rather be curvy than a twig. More to hold on too." I give him and Niall a wink as I open the door to my room.

"I'm with you Ruby. I prefer curvy women." Niall said with a smile. I smiled as well, blushing even more with his comment. Ughh why does this happen to me when I'm near him. He makes me blush and smile like an idiot and I've barely met him.

"Yea, but your legs are two different colors. Below your knees you are dark, but going up you are white." Harry said in disgust.

"Well I don't care. I always wear jeans, so no one will see my legs." I shrug not caring. "Well this is room." I walk all the way inside so they could come in to see.

"It’s so dark and.. blue." Niall replies in shock. "What you have an Xbox and a mini fridge in your room!?" He ran over to the mini fridge that was next to my bed.

"Yea just in case a get the munchies at night." I shyly reply with a smile.

"Your room's not that bad." Harry says looking around the blue walls of my room.

"It’s just a room who cares, let’s go down to eat." I start to walk out my room, leaving Niall and Harry to follow.

"Finally food, I'm starving. What did your mom make for dinner?" Niall asked as we walked out my room.

"Chicken with mash potatoes." I reply not being too specific.

Once we get down the stairs and start to make our way toward the dining room the doorbell rings. Niall and Harry sat down with the rest of their parents and mine.

"Were we expecting someone else honey?" My mother asks me.

"Yea my friend Marcel." I reply looking over at Harry and Anne. Harry's features harden, while I see Anne tense up. "I'll go get it."

I walk out of the dining room and into the hall way toward the front door. I open the door and am greeted by a cute looking Marcel. He had his hair combed back as always with his huge framed glasses, a cute blue and white cardigan and black trousers accompanied with black dressing shoes.

"Aww Marcel you look so cute! Thank you for coming!" I lean forward and give him a huge hug.
He smiled wide showing his cute dimples, making him even cuter.

"Th- thank you." He replied looking down at the floor as his cheeks flooded red.

"Come inside we were waiting for you." I retrieve from the hug, but hold on to his hand dragging him inside our house toward the dining room.

As we approach the dining room we hear talking and some laughter. Marcel plants his feet on the floor making me stop dead on my tracks

"Wait who else is here?" Marcel asks fear in his voice.

I look over at him confused. "Just Niall, his parents, Harry, and his mom, and of course my parents." I quickly say tugging his hand to signal him to follow, but he doesn’t. He stays in the same spot frozen as his eyes grow wide.

Notes

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