Persecute

Keona's POV

The embarrassment I felt was unbelievable. The look Harry gave me was a mixture of 'what the hell' and 'what a freak'. I wish I could go back in time and stop that little incident from happenening.

Not only do they have an even better reason to bully me, but now they know that I have a crush on Harry. What's worse then that? Harry himself figured it out.

I didn't even bother to cry today while I was at home. I just sighed and did my usual routine. Used my blades, wiped off the blood and finished my homework.

I just lied on the bed and stared at the ceiling humming random songs. Until the devil herself came. Mrs. Ammon, the owner of the orphanage.

"Keona! What are you doing just lying there! Do something useful with your life." She snapped.

I sighed, "You never let me do anything."

She narrowed her eyes at me, "Get ready. We're having guest tonight, they want to donate some money so we invited them over for dinner."

I didn't want to leave my room. This day has been bad enough, I just want to stay in my room, "Who's coming over?" I asked as nicely as I could.

"Mr. Styles and his family." And she walked out.

My heart sunk and tears brimmed my eyes. How could I face Harry after today? Not only that but it's so embarrassing for him to see where I call home.

I grabbed my pillow and hugged it and just cried. I'm surprised I haven't run out of tears yet.

"You better be getting ready!" I heard Mrs. Ammon call.

I didn't reply. I just stood up and walked to my dresser and picked out dark blue skinny jeans, and a white long sleeved shirt. To me, it was presentable.

I quickly brushed my hair and looked in mirror and I wanted to cringe. It should be illegal for someone like me to look like this. I hated myself so much, I hated everything about myself. Why do I have to look like this?

"Keona! Get down here!" I heard the devil call.

I sighed, this is going to be the worst dinner of my entire life. I opened the door and walked downstairs and saw Harry and his parents. His eyes were down and I just stared at my hands and avoided all eye contact.

"Keona, say hello to our guest." Mrs. Ammon whispered harshly.

"Hello." I said just above a whisper.

Mr. Styles smiled, "Hello Keona. This is my son Harry, and my wife."

"We've met." Harry stated.

I just nodded. Mr. Styles seemed way nicer then his son, I wonder why he's such a jerk.

"Harry, why don't you and Keona go talk outside while we talk business. I'll tell you when dinner is ready." I hated how she was being nice. If only they knew what she was really like.

"Great idea! See you in a few minutes. Harry be nice." His mom said pointing at him.

He rolled his eyes. I just stayed quiet and walked into the backyard with him following me. I sat on the bench and looked at my lap. Harry sat on the step and was quiet also.

I could've been in my room avoiding everyone. But I'm stuck here, with Harry. Alone.

"You know, I was pretty freaked out when I saw those drawings." He said after a few minutes of awkward silence.

I didn't say anything. What could I have said, so I just nodded and stayed quiet.

"Why do you have so many drawings of me?" He asked.

"Because...I don't know. I like your face." Oh my god, did I really just say that. My face turned red and I covered my face with my hands.

Harry was silent. I don't blame him, I'm a freak.

"Are you the only one having dinner with my family?" He asked.

"Well everyone else who lives here is 4 or younger, so yes." I sighed.

"No one else is your age? Why?" Why is he asking me all these questions?

"Because they all got adopted." I muttered.

Before Harry said anything else, I blurted out, "Why are you being nice to me?"

Harry seemed a little taken back at that, "What do you mean? I'm just trying to start conversation! Do you actually think I'm being nice to you? I just don't want to be stuck out here bored."

There's the Harry I know. I should've known.

"This is why I hate you so much! What have I ever done to you Harry? Please tell me!" I waited for an answer and nothing came, "Exactly! Fuck you Harry and your stupid little group."

By this time tears were running down my face. I didn't even bother to look at him, I just ran up to my room and slammed the door.

I hate my life.

Notes

I swear the story isn't moving too fast, and sorry this is just a filler. But yeah, enjoy this chapter.

Until next time :)

xx Jules