Bully to Bully

Nick

"Here, have some more." Nick stretched out of the cubicle with a handfull of tissues for my nose. I prefer Nick than Grimmy but if that's what he likes, I'll call him that.

"Thanks." I smiled and then turned around to face the mirror. Nick joined me and we both looked at the bloody mess of a face I had.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I whispered, trying to dab it without wincing.

"No you're not." He shook his head and then made me face him by pulling my arm. I looked up into his eyes and he smirked and I smiled eventhough it hurt. His smirk melted into a smile and I smiled even more. I looked like a right idiot. He chuckled and shook his head. He then leant down to the tissue beside the sinks, turned the tap on and held it under the running water. I watched his every move curiously and slightly in fear. He knocked the tap off and then squeezed the tissue. He then turned back to face me and smiled reassuringly.

"This might hurt a bit but it needs to be cleaned." He paused and seemed to be expecting a response. I nodded eventhough I had no idea of what he was going to do. No, I did have an idea but I still should have asked.

"Ok." He muttered and lifted his hand up to my face, clutching the wet tissue strongly. He paused glanced up at me- but I didn't have time to respond- and then he focussed back on my nose. His hand shook slightly and then he proceeded with his advancing. I felt the water before the tissue but the texture still made me flinch.

"I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to" He snapped his hand back and started to blurt out his apologies.

"It's fine, it's just cold." I chuckled.

"Idiot, you scared me!" He chuckled and playfully punched my arm.

"Sorry." I laughed and I rubbed my arm sarcastically.

"Ok, be normal this time!" He joked but I think if Louis would have said it, I would've been offended.

He reached forward and like before, he paused, but smirked this time as he looked me in the eye. I smirked back, he smiled and then looked back to my face. After a brief preparation, the soggy material pressed against my cheek lightly and slowly carressed it. The water wasn't that cold actually and it shocked me that he started on my cheek at first but then I remembered that the blood was mostly everywhere. He made circular wipes and started to get closer to the base of my nose. But before he touched it, he lifted the tissue and moved onto the other cheek. I was quite relieved because I wasn't ready for the pain yet. The circles continued on my left cheek and I lifted my head slightly to look at his face and we caught eye contact. We shared goofy smiles again and I chuckled softly. Nick took this as a time to stop.

"Right you don't look like you're constantly blushing now." He smiled and my eyes widened in embarrassment, did I really look like that? "Joking, joking-" He laughed. "It wasn't that bad but you do look better."

"Good." I sighed.

"But your nose still looks-" and then he pulled a face.

"Oi!" I laughed and pushed his chest away.

"You violent child." Nick ruffled up my hair as my pushing effected him in no way. I huffed and pushed with two hands against his chest with all my power. He held both of my shoulders and stood as straight as a pole. Strong and balanced. Hmmm. I quickly took my chance and tickled him in the ribs. He sprung back shocked and let go of my shoulders. I took my chance again and wrapped my arms around his body, trapping his arms, and charged backwards holding him. He started laughing once he got over the shock and I did too. We stumbled further down the room and tripped over eachother's laces. It was inevitable but I hoped it wouldn't happen but eventually, I literally fell head over heels for Nick. We landed in a tangle on the bleach-smelling floor and we both looked shocked by the impact.

"Ow." I moaned as my face stuck to the shiny surface.

"Ow." Nick repeated and then I realised that each part of my body, except for my face, was lying on top of him.

"Sorry." I smiled and he smiled back. We're smiling wayyyy too much. But I like it. It's better than crying because of Louis. Or is it? One part of me hated Louis but a bigger part of me loved him. Stop thinking about Louis, you're with Nick. Nick, not Louis. Not Louis, Nick.

"Errrr?"

"Right, yeah. Sorry." I mumbled awkwardly and painfully rolled myself off of him. Nick jumped up quickly and just watching the speed of his movements and how his back stretched out made me cringe in pain. He offered out his hand and I reached up cautiously, if this would Louis- he would pull his hand away and I would fall backwards.

"Are you just gonna look at it?" He asked but not in a mean way like Louis. Nick not Louis!

"Errrr no.." I knew he was joking but I'm just too lame to reply sassily.

"C'mon idiot," He shook his head with a smile spread across his face and grasped my hand. He heaved me up and when I landed on the floor unsteadily he finished his sentance, "-you know I'm only joking right?" He looked at me more seriously this time as if he was scared of hurting me.

"Yeah?" I asked, confused by the question.

"Sure?"

"Positive, but why do you want me to know that you are joking so badly?"

"Because I don't want you to think I'm like those other twa-"

"Like who?" I cut him off before he could swear and asked the question eventhough I knew the answer without thinking about it.

"That Louis guy and his little possee." He rolled his eyes when he said "possee" and I laughed at the image of Niall's, Zayn's and Liam's faces on sheep bodies following Louis everywhere he goes.

"Yeahhh them. They're great." I sighed as I leant on the sink and drooped my head. For some reason, I felt embarrassed and ashamed talking about them to Nick. It was like I was confessing that I was weak.

"It was them who did this to you wasn't it?" He asked as he bought back some more tissue from the cubicle and ran it under the water. I shrugged knowing that he could see me because he was watching me in the mirror and I didn't want to admit it out loud. He slammed his hand down on the tap and it snapped off. I slowly raised my head, scared of what I was going to see. Nick was standing there looking like he could murder someone but took it out instead on the tissue in his hand. He strangled the water out of it whilst he breathed like a savage and his knuckles turned white.

"Nick?" I asked in fear. Please don't say he's just like Louis. Why does everyone have a violent side?!

"I'll kill him!" He seethed.

"No it's fine I-"

"This is not fine!" He shouted. I took a step back, trying to distance myself from this monster transforming in front of me.

"Harry I'm sorry," He reached out to touch my arm and my breath hitched in my throat. He is mirroring Louis' every move. He's just as scary. He's just as two-faced as Louis. He is Louis. There will be violence.

"I-I'm sorry Nick, I-I-I thought you were different." I choked and then pushed hard off from my toes and started to run. He snatched my arm though and span me around.

"I am."

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