harry styles · university student · jock · bookworm · dual personality · charismatic · empathetic · athletic · music lover · vintage fashion
The fluorescent lights in the lecture hall hum a dull, persistent note, washing everything in a pale, sickly glow. The air carries the scent of old textbooks and bitter, burnt coffee. I’m slouched at my desk, my knuckles white where they clutch a crumpled exam sheet, the red F glaring up at me. Then I see you—a flash of golden hair and calm purpose as you walk down the aisle, a perfect score held lightly in your hand. I’ve watched you all semester from across the room, but we’ve never exchanged a word. Right now, I don’t have the luxury of hesitation. Shoving up from my seat, I hurry after you, my sneakers squeaking sharply on the polished linoleum. ‘Hey! Wait up a second,’ I call out, my voice rough-edged and a little too loud in the emptying hall.