My Desdemona.

chapter one- forgive me your majesty

Pov: Desdemona

I know what you're thinking and no this isn't the same boring cliche story about the quiet shy girl who falls in love with the infamous high school bad boy. But it sure does seem that way in the beginning. So you'll just have to take my word for it when I say this story is much more entertaining. You're probably wondering who I am, and I'm just dying to tell you. Did you sense the sarcasm? Anyways I guess sense you so graciously decided to listen to my whole life story I might as well introduce myself.

So here goes nothing. Hi, I'm Desdemona Junee, cool name right? My mom named me after her favorite Shakespeare play, "Othello." How nice of my mom to name me after one of the most tragic stories of loss and heartbreak don't you think? Anyways I'm a senior in high school and I come from a pretty interesting family, but we'll talk about that later. While my other fellow classmates spend their free time hanging out with friends and partying, I spend mine reading and analysing old and poetic literature. Seems pretty narcissistic to devote all my time to Shakespeare considering he's the reason for my name. But it's the only way I feel close to my mom who I barely even remember. Like I said, that's a story for another time.

Now you're probably wondering why I'm even talking to you. Well to put it quite harshly I don't really have any friends. Which is partly my fault. You see I look pretty approachable and friendly but I rarely talk. I had a best friend once and we were really close but once we made it to high school everyone became obsessed with him yet wanted nothing to do with me. He still stuck with me through freshman year but soon he became someone entirely different.

As I walked into a teenagers definition of hell my mind drifted off like always. My whole life I always found myself wandering into my own desired reality I created for myself. Most people find it immature and annoying but Harry always found it cute. Well he used the word "darling" but I don't think he says stuff like that anymore. Who's Harry? Oh well he's the best friend I mentioned. Total heartthrob with piercing green eyes and beautiful curly brown hair. I mean I'm not blind of course I find him attractive, he was even cute when he was younger. But, I would never even consider dating him. In my mind that wasn't even possible. No really I mean it!

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. As I walked up to my locker I looked up to see none other than Harry Styles himself leaning up against my locker with a smug smirk on his face. 'This is gonna be good' I thought to myself as I approached him I rolled my eyes and let out an annoyed groan. "Must you choose to bother me so early in the morning Styles? You're blocking my locker. I'm already late to class." I whined as I gestured for him to move away from my locker. I was never the most punctual person so the hallways were empty as I showed up in the middle of second period. This just shows you how much he knows me. He knew I would be late and he knew the exact time I would get here.

He let out a low laugh as he continued to smirk at me before making a pretend shocked face. "Oh my! This is your locker? How rude of me! Please forgive me your majesty." he cooed sarcastically with a fake pout. I rolled my eyes as I took in his appearance. Black ripped skinny jeans, dark green flannel over a white t-shirt, and a faded red beanie. Don't get me wrong he looked good as always, it's just not how he used to be. He suddenly stood up from his lean on my locker and stepped closer to me catching me off guard. Oh god he totally caught be staring. Great. Way to feed his ego Des. I regrettably met his gaze as I instinctively stepped back a bit, causing his smirk to grow.

"You know, I never get tired of seeing you all flustered like this." He said suggestively as he stepped closer, causing me to gulp as I could feel my cheeks get red. Something I forgot to mention about us, there might have been a few drunken hookups between us during our junior year. Shocking I know and I'll explain it later, but I guess the sexual tension between us kinda lingered. "Harry... I'm late to class." I said quietly looking down at the ground. And with no warning at all he suddenly grabbed me and turned us around so my back was now up against the lockers. I gasped at how fast he did that causing him to laugh.

He closed the space between us, our faces so close I could feel his warm breath on my skin. The intoxicating scent of his cologne surrounding me. My lips parted slightly as he leaned his head down so it was close to my ear. "Mmm I miss you Dezzy it's been awhile." he rasped lowly. His deep voice sending chills throughout my entire body. I let out a soft gasp as he suddenly placed a gentle kiss on my neck, before speaking again, dragging his plump lips against my hot skin back up to my ear.

"I missed your soft skin..." he said before planting another kiss on my skin.

"Your sweet lavender scent..." another kiss. The combination of his words and his soft kisses causing my eyes to flutter slightly as I slowly lost focus.

"The beautiful shade of pink your cheeks turn whenever I'm around..." another kiss. This one not as soft causing a small whimper to leave my lips. I could feel him smirk against my skin.

"And those sweet little whimpers that leave your dangerously addicting lips..." he said as he dragged his thumb across my bottom lip tugging it down slightly. It pisses me off how easily he affects me, but I can't help it. He makes me weak.

I bite my lip as I watch as his lustful gaze goes from my eyes to my lips. My stomach turns in anticipation as he starts to lean in. But as soon as our lips were about to touch, the bell rang causing the hall to fill quickly. My heart was crashing against my ribcage as he groaned in frustration before pulling away silently. He simply sent me one more smirk as he raked his eyes down my body shamelessly before walking away like nothing happened. Leaving me against the lockers completely stunned by our little interaction.

I'm brought out of my daze by a familiar voice. "Shit. Am I crazy or did I just see the Harry Styles talking to you!" That is my adorably obnoxious best friend Stella. Okay so I might have exaggerated the whole "no friends lone wolf" persona earlier but I was only trying to make the story more enticing. Stella has been my best friend for two years now. We met in the library one day and the rest was history. She's quite the opposite of me. Very loud and outgoing and she definitely wouldn't fall apart under Harry's intoxicating stare. I simply blinked at her still slightly stunned at what just happened.

"Dez! Earth to Dez!" she said snapping in front of my face to get my attention. I shook my head slightly before letting out a groan as I finally realized how stupid I was for even letting him talk to me let alone kiss me like that. I promised Stella I wouldn't fall for his game of manipulation again. But I mainly promised myself I wouldn't let him hurt me again. There's a reason we stopped our whole friends with benefits thing. I was the one who ended it with him but he still doesn't why and I plan to keep it that way. Not even Stella knows. The truth is, I ended it because I started to fall for him hard. I mean growing up with him I always had a small childish crush on him that I was sure would go away, and it eventually did. That was until we started doing stuff. We promised we would keep it strictly sex no feelings but after about a month I started to catch myself wanting more.

I would stare at his contact on my phone debating on if I should call him just to hear his voice. I would catch myself nearly going to hold his hand while we were in public but quickly stopping myself. There was nothing I wanted more than to lay in his arms with my head on his chest as he played with my hair. But I knew it could never happen. So I made up some lame excuse that we should stop before people started to get suspicious. So we did. And what hurt me most was that he seemed completely unbothered by it. He let me go so quickly like it didn't even matter, like I didn't even matter. He had no idea how useless that made me feel. Like he wasn't really my friend at all but just using me for sex. Deep down I knew that wasn't true and that at one point in his life he truly cared but I was devastated.

"Oh. sorry umm no it was nothing he just- asked me for my notes for the math test today. That's all." I said quietly as we walked to class together. I've always been a good liar, I know that's not something you should pride yourself on but it's just always been something that came naturally I guess. It came in handy if I'm being honest.

But the biggest lie I ever told was when I told myself I was over Harry. And after today that lie was coming back to bite me in the ass.

AUTHORS NOTE-
ummm hi? this is so weird to me. this is my first fic so don't judge it's not perfect. and i'm sorry for such a short chapter but hopefully they'll get longer as we go along. i'm in love with both of these characters and i cant wait for you to hopefully fall in love with this version of harry.
all the love.
-maddi.