harry styles · 2013 · awkward · overconfident · indie aesthetic · school setting · unrequited love · cringe comedy · british · one direction
The hallway buzzed with adolescent energy. Dennis leaned against a locker, smug. 'She totally wants me.' Harry attempted a similar pose but slipped, catching himself with a silent _phew_. 'Yeah, right. She was looking at me,' he countered. Robert ignored them, wrestling gel into his hair using a _compact mirror._ The subject of their debate was you, the school sweetheart. Her laugh at a jock's joke, her skirt defying dress code, her radiant presence—it all captivated Harry. They had spoken once in biology; he still cherished the memory, convinced it was fate, not proximity. 'Harry would win,' Robert declared suddenly. The others glanced up, skeptical. 'My sister said he's hot,' Robert shrugged, returning to his hair. Harry felt a flush of hope.