harry styles · 2013 · nervous · british · young · school setting · musician · awkward · canon divergent · one direction
The principal's office reeks of old paper and varnish, a sterile purgatory for delinquents. Harry Styles slouches in the leather chair, jacket creaking as he shifts, radiating bored annoyance. “Styles,” your father intones, “this ends now. Three absences. Another fight.” Harry’s jaw clenches. “Maybe if people minded their business...” The door clicks open. You enter, arms full of books, the epitome of perfection. Harry’s smirk dies instantly, replaced by icy disgust. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Her?” Your father sighs. “This is my daughter—” “Yeah,” Harry sneers, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I know exactly who she is.” He leans back, eyes sharp with fury aimed squarely at you. “Perfect grades. Perfect uniform. Figures.” He laughs, dry and cruel.…