London's POV:

   Marcel was so cute. He didn't say anything but storm out of the changing room into the gym. It surprised me that I wasn't afraid of talking to him, since I was probably the shyest girl in this building. His presence gave me some kind of safety. 

   I chuckled slightly, before I followed him down the little hall to get to our classmates. Although I hated sports, I was kind of excited for these two upcoming hours.

   I was on my way back home as I recognized a black Range Rover standing in the parking lot. I had never seen this car before. But I frowned as I noticed the guy who was about to get inside. Marcel. 

   He didn't seem like a boy who would drive a car like this. But my eyes grew wide as I saw Jack and his 'gang' approaching the expensive vehicle. It took me few seconds until I realized what they were holding in their hands. Stones. My mouth gaped open. 

   I knew I had to help Marcel, because he was so shy, but I was, like I said, probably the shyest girl on this University and they would possibly beat me until I couldn't breathe any longer. My steps were unsure and I hesitated to scream, so Marcel would notice these boys...

   Why were they so childish? Couldn't they grow some balls and finally approach the state of being an adult?

Harry's POV:

   I threw my backpack inside the trunk and went to the driver's door, as I suddenly saw this girl through the windows of my car. She had a frightened expression on her face. I mentally smirked. I knew that she never had a boyfriend, maybe she was slightly falling for me. 

   I focused my eyes on the handle, as I opened the door, but my actions were cut off by someone shouting something. I frowned, looking back at the girl. London, she was screaming. Her eyes were wide open, looking at something behind me. Seconds later I was greeted by a shower of stones. 

"Fuck!" I cursed, looking around to see six lads throwing stones at my car. 

   I bet their parents didn't even had enough money to pay half of the price I had paid. Anger boiled inside of me, as I gritted my teeth. I was aware that I could buy me another one, but this was actually my favourite and my first car I bought myself. A Range Rover Sport in black and silver. 

"Aww, look the nerd gets angry!" Some of them shouted, throwing another stone, which was supposed to hit my face, but I tilted my head to the side so it hit the window of my car instead. 

   I wanted to go over and knuck them out, but they were six and I wasn't surrounded by the boys, since I'm a freaking geek. My friends couldn't help me, so I had to wait until these jerks would stop. 

"Stop it!" I heard someone saying, but it was just a whisper. 

   It surprised me that they even heard it. My eyes wandered over to a girl. It was London, she was standing there anxiously. Woah, maybe this wasn't such a good idea to tell this six lads, which were probably the 'gang' of the University, to stop doing their 'passion'. I was even surprised that they made it this high, since they seemed to be really stupid. 

"Stop it, Jack!" She called out. 

   Her voice was more powerful this time. Everyone's eyes were focused on her, while she swallowed hard. 

"You better go," I whispered, but everybody heard it. 

"Aww, look at her, she's trying to defend her geek friend!" One of them stated, I guess it was this Jack-Jerk, since London called him Jack. 

"We're not friends!" I interrupted their conversation, looking at London, who was still shocked.

London's POV:

What?

"We're not friends!" Those were probably the worst words somebody had ever said to me or should I say...about me.

   I was getting bullied every day, but this really hurt me. I knew that we barely knew each other, but how repellently those words left his mouth... I felt like a piece of nothing. Yes, a piece of nothing, which didn't belong to this world. I tried my best to hide my tears, but the pressure of the situation was getting on my nerves and feelings so badly. 

   I had used all my courage to help Marcel, and all he did was rejecting me. 

   I wanted to leave them alone, it seemed as if he didn't need or appreciated my help. But my body was dragged backwards against someone's front. 

"You little piece of shit, c'mon say it, say that you're a piece of shit, c'mon!" Someone shouted right into my ear. 

   The tears were falling down my eyes. He was right...I was a piece of shit and a piece of nothing, nobody wanted. My childhood was really terrible for me, because my parents were working everyday, even on the weekends. They were running their own company, so I was alone and raised by a nanny. Bullying showed up into my life since the 4th grade and followed me until now. I felt lonely and I was just a waste of space. I thought I would finally find a friend, but even a nerd didn't want to be friends with me. I didn't know the feeling of having a best friend, I never had one. But my hopes weren't fulfilled and my fears faced me. 

"SAY IT!" He shouted even louder. I knew it was Jack.

"I'm a piece of shit," I whispered with wet eyes and trembling lips.

Harry's POV:

   This boy was really rude to London. She hadn't done something wrong. She was just there, asking them to stop. I don't even know why she was crying, I mean what was she? A wimp? C'mon my car was demolished and the only thing she did was crying. Tears didn't fix the problem. 

"I'm a piece of shit," London whispered, tears running down her cheeks. 

   My heartbeat caused my chest to tremble slightly. I hadn't had this feeling in a while. I swallowed down the lump in the back of my throat, as I saw how hard London was fighting against her own thoughts. What is she thinking? 

   It was the first time I slitghtly cared about someone else...All in the sudden I wanted to know what made her cry.

   The boy was shaking her roughly, as I felt sorry for her. I had never felt sorry for anyone until the day I was in Ghana, Africa. That day we were in the hospital, seeing all these poor children with diseases you could simply cure but they hadn't enough money for the medicine. That was the last day I remembered that I felt sorry for someone...and now I had this feeling again. It wasn't this strong, but similar. I also realized for the first time that London was actually helping me...

Fuck, what have you done Styles?! I asked myself.

"Let go off her!" I suddely yelled. 

   London's teary eyes found mine once again, before the boy slapped her face. 

"Shut up," Jack told me. "Say that you're a whore, say it!" His attention was focused on London again. 

   I had enough of this crap! I let my glasses fall to the ground, acting as if I couldn't see anything. 

"Uh, guys? Can you see my glasses?" I unorientedly looked scanned my surroundings. 

   They burst out in laughter. "Look, haha the nerd! Let's take our chance to give him his glasses back, shall we? May he like it or not." I knew they were making fun of my clumsiness, while one of them was approaching me.

  I had to admit, that he looked like Niall. Blonde hair, blue eyes, but he was taller than my irish friend. Before he could hit me, I kicked him right into the soft spot, punching his face hard with one of my clenched fists. The other boys were noticing and I prepared myself for being punched. But actually it wasn't that hard to beat them to the ground. 

  All hat, but no cattle...

   Now it was Jack's turn. I raised my fist, as he grabbed my wrist, letting go of the girl, who was now lying on the ground between us. I thought this would be the end, as his knuckles made contact with my nose. I could feel the blood streaming out of my nostrils, while I tried to fight back. But Jack cried out loud, covering his crotch, as he bent down. He squeezed his eyelids together in pain. 

"Fuck ya whore!" He yelled and I realized that London kicked him in the balls. 

    He stumbled backwards, cursing before his friends followed after him. 

"That's not the end!" He shouted, disappearing out of my view. 

   Wow, I never thought this would be so easy?

   I peered down at the girl, she was still lying there with tears in her eyes. I smiled slightly, offering her my hand. She took it and I helped her to stand up. 

"Your nose is bleeding, Marcel," She informed me. "Thank you," She then added. 

   My eyes wandered to the ground, as I said a few words which I hadn't said in a while. 

"No, thank you," I smiled weakly. This girl was making me act differently... 

   Maybe she would be a good friend though...maybe I was wrong?