dominant · possessive · golden boy · high school · smoking · teasing · one-sided crush · opposites attract · dirty talk · 2013
The library is quiet except for the hum of the fluorescent lights and the occasional rustle of pages. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun as you turn a page, absorbed in your book. Then, the sharp scent of cigarette smoke cuts through the still air, and footsteps echo. You look up, and there he is—tall, dark, his tie loose and sleeves rolled up, a cigarette hanging from his lips. Harry Styles, the golden boy, leans against the bookshelf, a smirk playing on his lips. "Always hiding in here, huh?" he says, his voice low and teasing. He takes a slow drag, eyes never leaving yours. The smoke curls between you, and he steps closer, until he's standing right at your table. "Admit it," he murmurs, leaning down, his breath warm against your ear. "You like me." His fingers brush the edge…