Y/N's POV.

I walk down the school hallways, ignoring everyone's judge filled glances. All they're looking for are more reasons to make me feel insecure, they're looking for even more flaws, and they always seem to find them.

I clutch my shoulder bag tightly in a fist, trying to get to the classroom as soon as possible, looking around to avoid the monster himself; Harry. Such an odd person he is. I've seen him around, I've seen how he treats every girl like a princess, like a lady, but me, oh no, he treats me like trash, like I did something so horrible and he's getting me back.

I'll admit, he's physically hurt me at times, but most of them are verbal. It all started about a year ago, we didn't even talk before then, then all of a sudden he started being snappy and rude. He really is a pathetic excuse for a man. I still can't get over the fact that he's slapped me, yes he has. He's slapped me hard and raw and for no reason at all.

I may be stupid for not telling anyone, but my mum is always working and my dad scares the shit out of me, and I don't really trust anyone besides them.

"Hey, Y/N, looking like a mighty slut, today." I hear a few chuckles and I snap my head to see Harry and his friends, blocking the door to my class.

I mean what the fuck? I'm wearing sweats and a hoodie, how's that slutty?

"See that thing flying around?" I squint my eyes and point at random air, seeing all five boys searching for any insect. "It's the flying fuck I don't give."

Snapping at him won't get me anywhere, but I don't want to seem any weaker.

"Ah, playing sassy bitch aren't ya?" Louis sneers and pats Harry's back.

"Dude, you're dick is supposed to go in your pants, not your personality." I shrug calmly and see Niall crack a giggle from the corner of my eye.

"Why are you so bitchy today? You're really in for it after school, Y/L/N." Harry snarls and all of them walk past me, bumping their shoulders into mine, except Niall, he just avoided me.

'Wankers' I breathe under my breath and continue my way to my seat.

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The last bell, fucking finally. I quickly stuff my biophysics book and journal in my bag, sliding out of the room before anyone else. Good thing is, no more classes. Bad thing is, piano rehearsals in the music room. The halls are nearly empty as I walk down corridors, heading to the other side of the school.

"Lookie lookie, Styles, I think we found today's catch." I recognize the voice as Zayn's as he speaks behind me. My body whips around, eyes looking skeptically at the five men standing there with smug looks. I roll my eyes and continue to walk.

"What's the rush, Y/N?" Footsteps are heard and soon Zayn and Liam are in front of me, shoving my shoulders back.

"What do you guys want now?" A huff escapes my lips when Harry pushes me against the wall, all of them towering over me.

"We don't really appreciate you talking at us the way you did earlier this day!" Liam shrugs innocently, he may be an arsehole, but he's got manners, I'll give him that.

"And should I appreciate you guys talking to me in a more degrading way?" I retaliate.

"Don't fucking talk back!" Harry's hand is in the air and across my cheek in a matter of seconds, his violent side shining through.

I'd cry, I'd whimper and squeal in pain, but what would that do? It wouldn't fix this nor would it take me away from the situation. It would only make me seem like a pathetic weak person, and I've had enough of that.

"Harry, mate, calm down," Niall's voice is small from the side of him, and I brace myself for the poor boy.

"And you, don't fucking tell me what to do." Harry places a hand in Niall's neck, arching him down and kneeing his stomach.

"Dude, what the actual fuck?" Zayn tells and helps Niall up, who's coughing harshly.

"You fucking bastard, you're not supposed to hit one of our own." Louis snaps.

"All of you just leave me the bloody hell alone." Harry tugs at his hair and the four boys widen their eyes, Liam giving me a sorrowful look before they walk away, leaving me alone with the devil himself.