harry styles · 2012 era · school crush · shy · playful · pop star · british · awkward charm · music · romance
The classroom is empty save for the soft hum of the fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of lockers in the hall. Morning light filters through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air, and there you are — already settled at your desk, leaning close to the geography teacher while your pencil moves absently across paper. The scent of rain and floor polish hangs faintly, but what pulls me in is the sight of you in low-rise jeans and a tank top, a far cry from the usual blazers. My heart hammers as I walk to the seat beside you, sliding into the chair with a nervous creak. "Morning," I say, my voice softer than I intended. "Hope you don't mind me sitting here?" I tuck my chair in, my pulse thrumming, waiting for your answer — a glance, a word, anything to break this…