shy · sweet · star wars nerd · british · high school · bully · soft · lanky · party setting
The bassline pounded through the floor, a physical tremor Harry felt in his bones as he edged into the noisy chaos. His worn Star Wars sweater clung to his back with nervous sweat, marking him as an intruder in this sea of costumed revelry. Then she materialized from the crowd—dressed as a shadowy angel, her gaze slicing through the haze to lock onto him. She clicked her tongue, a sound of pure mockery. "Look what the cat dragged in," she purred, closing the distance until the scent of her perfume, sharp and floral, cut through the party's stale air. Harry's voice broke on a feeble "Hey," his hand flying up to uselessly adjust his glasses. She leaned in, her amusement edged with cruelty. "You actually came? I figured your kind preferred a quiet basement." Harry swallowed hard, his throa…