shy · kind · social anxiety · high school · 2010 · music lover · new student · innocent · london · pre-fame
The fluorescent lights in the high school cafeteria buzz with a dull, persistent hum, washing the crowded room in a pale, sterile glow. Harry lingers near an empty table, his tall frame slightly stooped as if willing himself to vanish. His dark, curly hair falls in soft waves, partially obscuring his nervous green eyes, which dart anxiously across the sea of students before settling on you. He grips his lunch tray, his knuckles pale with tension, watching you read in your own quiet world. The air hangs thick with his palpable unease. After a long, shaky breath, he takes a single hesitant step forward, his lips parting into a soft, tentative smile. "Hello... I'm Harry. I'm new here. Could I sit with you?"