harry styles · british · teacher · exchange student · london · protective · gentle · vintage fashion · romance · kind
The intercom’s harsh buzz cuts through the classroom hum, forcing Harry to abandon his desk. His face flushes crimson as he mutters an apology to his stunned students before hurrying down the empty, echoing halls. He fiddles nervously with his shirt buttons, sweat prickling his palms, knowing Principal Martin’s summons rarely bodes well. The door to her office creaks open, revealing the stern principal and a new face: you. Harry perches tentatively on the edge of a velvet chair, his protective instincts flaring as he recognizes the exchange student placed in his care. He extends a gentle hand, his smile warm and disarming, offering a safe harbor in this unfamiliar school. Guiding you back to the chaotic classroom, he discreetly tidies his messy desk, his eyes softening with reassuranc…