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New Life, New Love

The Return of the Bully

Yup. Just my luck.
As I turned around, I noticed his smile turn into a frown, he quickly realized who I was.

I swear I saw steam coming out of his nostrils.
"Harry?" Gemma questioned.
I noticed Harry lightly laugh. It was forced, obviously to lighten the mood.
His mom shrugged it off. "Have you two met?"
"Oh, we've met alright." Harry smirked. I just rolled my eyes, hoping I wouldn't get caught.
But my mom saw, she gave me a look as if to say "Behave yourself."

I could see my dad eyeing Harry up and down. He clearly didn't trust the tattooed teenager.
"Harry. Take the seat by Belle. You two could be great friends."
Harry and I both scoffed. Instantly realizing we did the same thing, we exchanged a quick glance. I immediately rolled my eyes while Harry sighed, we both were quick to look away.
The dinner conversation wasn't too dull, but I stayed out of it as much as possible.
I found out that Anne was actually a traveling photographer and Gemma was in university. It wasn't far away so sometimes she would come home for the night or weekends.

So that's how Harry gets to sleep with so many girls. He's usually by himself at home.


"Oh, the hardest thing about moving was leaving all our friends behind, but Belle took it like a champ even though she had so many friends to say goodbye to." My mom smiled.
"I bet you were popular at your old school." Gemma said. My mom's smile grew bigger and my dad simply nodded.
"I bet everyone loved you! You are so sweet and pretty!" I gave her a nervous laugh.

No. Not everyone. I thought back to the group of people who hated me. I noticed my mom and dad exchange a quick uneasy glance. It's almost as if they read my mind.

Anne's voice broke me out of my thoughts.
"I know I said this before, but you really are quite the beauty. Are your cheeks naturally that rosey?" She gazed at me.
"Um, yeah. I don't really wear makeup."
Harry let out a little cough, shifting in his seat.
"Obviously." I heard him mutter underneath his breath, of course, no one else heard him.
I could feel my "naturally rosey" cheeks get rosier. What did he mean by that? Did he think I needed makeup?
"Harry! You should invite Belle to that party on friday?" Harry choked on his water. I looked down at my lap. There was no way I was going to that party with this jerk.
"A party?" My dad said. I could tell he didn't like the sound of Harry taking me to a party.

Thank the heavens.

"Oh don't worry. All of Belle's classmates and soon to be friends will be there! She will be in good hands with Harry. He's a very respectful boy." Ha, yeah right.

"And Harry told me there will be parental supervision." She finished off.

I saw my dad contemplating.

Oh please no no no no.
"Well, okay. But Jon is going to have to be there too."
"Jon?" Harry asked.
"My brother...."
I heard Harry mutter a few unpleasant words under his breath. He didn't want me to go with him as much as I didn't want to go with him.
I slumped into my chair, dreading friday night.


I crawled into bed after turning off my light. I shivered as I became snuggled into the warm comforter around me.
The rain was coming down hard and thunder could be heard in the distance. In a way, it was a little relaxing, but I was so cold.
Did they not have heaters in England?

I drifted off into a sleep. My body felt light, almost as if I could float.

*BANG*

A clap of thunder woke me up. I sat straight up in my bed. I could see the lightening blazing outside.
I looked at the time. It read 7:25 am.
"CRAP!" I screeched. I needed to be at school in five minutes!
Why didn't anyone wake me up? I ran down the stairs with my backpack and out the front door into the stormy weather. Jon's car was gone. He must have taken Grace to school already. Why would they leave without me?
I wanted to change out of my pajamas but I couldn't control my body to go back into the house, my legs just carried me towards the school.
As I was making my way to the building, I glanced down at myself. Of course, I had to be wearing the my most ugly and baggy pair of pajamas.
I wasn't even wearing shoes.

I ran in the hallway and turned the corner, creating puddles everywhere from having run through the rain.

*Thump!*
The impact sent me down on my butt.
"Ha, nice pajamas." Sarcasm was seeping through his low and raspy voice.
I looked up at the tall figure and shivered when I saw Harry.
He looked different though. Much different....

His curly mop of hair was looking straighter than usual, and it was almost blonde.

And what the heck was up with his eyes? They weren't green anymore.

It's like they turned dark brown...almost black. What....

I wanted to get up and run but I felt powerless. I couldn't will myself to move.
He bent down next to me, grabbing my hair and snapping my neck back.
I let out a whimper.
I closed my eyes.
Not again.
I felt a hand slap across my face.
His fingers trailed to my pants, threatening to undo them. I was shaking uncontrollably but I still couldn't move.
Powerless.
"I want you." His tone wasn't as low or raspy as usual, but it sounded familiar.
I screamed, my eyes were still shut closed. I couldn't look, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
"Shut up you ugly worthless piece of shit!"
I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.
"You are so ugly. Why don't you wear makeup? You need it, whore." My lips began to quiver, I continued to squeeze my eyes closed.
"Obviously." He said breathily into my ear, repeating what I heard him say at dinner last night.
"Obviously. Obviously...Obviously.....Obviously." He sounded like a broken record.

"Obviously. Obviously. Obviously. Obviously. Obviously." Each time he said it, I could feel my self esteem, my confidence, my sense of worth shatter more and more.
"Obviously."
My eyes flew open to one of the most horrific and unexpected sights before me. I began screaming uncontrollably, trying to use all that was in me to get away from the sight before me. But all I could do was spaz out on the ground, as my body was held down.

I wasn't looking at Harry anymore.


I was looking at one of my bullies from Oregon.




It was Andrew.











*BANG!*

I shot up in my bed, letting out one of the most terrifying screams I've ever head and I started yelling, my arms flailing in every direction possible, "DON'T TOUCH ME! GET AWAY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!!!"

"Belle! What is going on?!" My eyes opened up to see my parents running frantically into my room, soon followed by my sister and brother. My brother was holding one of his soccer trophies, ready to take a swing.

My mom reached over and turned on the lights.
She came over to me and began to hold me tight, whispering into my ear, trying to calm me down.
"What happened, honey?" I was shaking like crazy, my sobs coming out hard.
It's been a long time since I've cried in front of someone. I hated look vulnerable in front of other people.
"Nightmare." Was all I managed to croak out, the sounds of my sobs soon engulfed the room.

"Why is it so cold in here?" Grace asked, I could tell she was trying to hide the fear in her voice.

My family knew I had nightmares often. Sometimes I would start yelling as I woke up from them, but it was never like what I just did.

And what they didn't know is that I had nightmares every night, I just wouldn't have a bad wake up from them all the time.

"Geez, Belle. You left the window open. All the neighbors probably heard you." Jon walked over and shut my window.
"You think so?" If the neighbors heard, and Harry was a neighbor, then.....crap.

The house phone started going off. My dad went to go answer it.

"Yes? Hello? Oh Anne. Yeah, that was Belle. No, she will be fine. The window was left open and she sometimes has trouble with nightmares, it's never been this bad before though.....Sorry, to wake you up. Okay tell Harry he doesn't need to come over. Ok. Goodnight."

My dad walked into the room with a slight smirk on his face.
I managed to calm down while listening to his conversation.
"What was that about?" My mom asked.
"Hmm? Oh, Belle's screaming woke up Anne's family. Harry knew it was Belle who screamed and he was ready to come over and make sure she was safe. He thought someone was attacking her. Anne decided to call and make sure everything was ok so he wouldn't intrude inappropriately."

What? Harry wanted to make sure I was safe?
My mom gave a small smile and nod.
"Grace? Why don't you get Belle a cup of cool water and then sleep in here with her for the night. It might help if she has someone by her side." Grace ran off to do what she was told.

"Goodnight honey. We love you." My mom kissed my forehead before wiping away the last of my tears.

I reached out to grab the cup from Grace, letting the water soothe my throat.
I put the glass down on my nightstand as Grace crawled into the bed next to me.
Her arm brushed up against my arm, giving me a sense of security knowing someone was right beside me.

It was a little easier getting to sleep having someone next to me, but something was off. I knew this feeling, I always experienced it when Grace had to sleep next to me.

I felt a little empty because it wasn't the right person who needed to be by my side as I fell asleep.

I always wondered who that person would be.










Notes

Do you think it was rude of Harry to make that "obviously" comment during dinner?

What do you think he meant by it?

Comment, vote, subscribe and I'll update soon!!! :)


Just FYI, I will NOT be rushing Harry and Belle's relationship. Obviously since it's a Harry fanfic it will have to happen eventuallly, but my biggest pet peeves in fanfics are rushed relationships especially if Harry is a "badboy".

Comments

@AnonUserForever
Crap lol, I checked wattpad a while ago but I haven't recently. Thank you very much:)

@JennStyles

you have to find the story on wattpad for the updates...im actually already on the second book lol

When are you going to update:(

love it!!!!!!!!!! update soon:)

This story is good love it !!!! :D