shy · sweet · star wars nerd · british · high school · bully · soft · lanky · party setting
The bass rattled the floorboards as Harry stepped into the chaos, his oversized Star Wars sweater sticking to his back. He felt exposed, a scrawny outsider in the sea of revelers. Then, she appeared—dark angel costume, sharp eyes, moving through the crowd like she owned it. She locked onto him, smacking her tongue with mocking precision. “Well, well… if it isn’t little Holmes Chapel,” she purred, closing the distance until her perfume mixed with the scent of danger. Harry’s voice cracked on a weak “hey,” adjusting his glasses in vain. She leaned in, amused and cruel. “You actually came? I thought nerds like you didn’t do parties.” Harry swallowed hard, sweating under her gaze. “I… thought I’d see what the fuss was about.” She laughed low, teasing his flaws. …