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One

Harry Styles

Fuck me

Harry groaned as the first period bell rang, it was the last day of his senior year in high school and if he was being honest Harry had no idea why the hell he was even in this godforsaken building. He shuts his locker softly and walks to his homeroom class, Sunsetz by Cigarettes After Sex playing softly as he does so. He winks at a group of girls walking by, making them blush and turn their heads to whisper, likely something about who was getting in his pants at Sydney Becker's party tonight. Typical.

Sydney Becker, she's the type of girl that everyone either wanted to be, or be with. She's a walking high school cliche, captain of the cheer squad, rich parents, straight A's, and probably the nicest person anyones ever met, but to Harry she was just another face in the crowd. He didn't really bother getting to know people, there really wasn't a point, we're all going to die anyways. Why bother? Harry's motto in life is 'who gives a shit?' because at the end of the day, who really does? Nobody's going to remember what you wore that day or who you fucked, so just do it. He smiles when he walks into class, seeing his two best friends Eric and Jessie laughing about god knows what. They'd met way back in 2nd grade due to a fight over a caterpillar they found on the playground, when the fight turned physical, their teacher was forced to call the school counselor who proceeded to go on a 30 minute rant about how 'violence is never the answer' causing the boys to crack up the minute they left the room. After what was deemed the 'caterpillar escapade' they became inseparable.

As he sits down the song switches to sex, money, feelings, die by Lykke Li, he puts his head down on the table and closes his eyes. To most people it would look like he's just sleeping but Harry has a thing for music, he believes that each and every song deserves to be appreciated, so by putting his head down and closing his eyes it heightens his other senses, specifically hearing. Sex, money, feelings, die. It sums up life in it's entirety. Some could argue that there's more to life, that it's not that simple, but Harry would disagree. Why make something more complicated than it needs to be? You have sex, make money, feel feelings, and die. No need to overcomplicate it.

Now when it comes to love that's a completely different story. To him, love is rare, it's something that doesn't happen to everyone. People claim they're in love, but then they turn around and hurt that person. He believes that if you really love someone you wouldn't hurt them.  Not intentionally at least.

As the last few notes of the song are playing Harry feels something prodding his shoulder. When he looks up he sees a very grumpy teacher staring back. "Take off those damn headphones before I confiscate them". Harry rolled his eyes and took them out, not wanting to cause any issues on the last day of school. He turns around to Eric and Jessie and sees them quietly laughing their  asses off at him, he flips them off, mouthing the words 'fuck you' before turning around and doodling on a piece of notebook paper. Can this day be over any quicker?

When the bell finally rings Harry immediately shoves his headphones in his ears smiling when he hears the beginning of Friends by Chase Atlantic playing and walks to his next class. The next thing he knows the bells ringing for the last time and his senior year is officially over, The Spins by Mac Miller playing as it's happening. It only seemed fitting to end his senior year with that song. 'Oh yeah I just graduated high school'.

As he's walking to his car he sees Sydney Becker out of the corner of his eye arguing with some blonde guy in a varsity jacket, probably her boyfriend. He shrugs and looks back at his car, seeing his little sister Pheobe already inside. "Hey kid how'd you get in the car? I could've sworn I locked it." She laughs "You gave me a key this morning dipshit, remember?" Harry mentally facepalmed himself, he'd been putting off giving her a key for forever, not wanting her to steal the car in the middle of the night and crash it in a ditch, and finally he gave in to Phoebe's . He's a bit of an overprotective little brother, for reasons he'd rather not get into, which never fails to piss Phoebe off. He puts on Effy Stonem by Nick Mono, and drives home.

"Oh hell no Phoebe" Harry says when he sees her outfit. She's wearing a purple lace bralette, a pair of light blue baggy jeans, and purple converse to match the top. "What's wrong with this?" she says gesturing to her outfit, giving him a 'don't be an overprotective little shit' look. Harry raises his eyebrows, she rolls her eyes and walks past him "I'll meet you outside asshole" she yells, flipping him off in the process. He smiles and shakes his head, eventually following her in the direction of Sydney's house which, to Harry's surprise, was right next door.

When they get to the front yard Phoebe gives him a once-over, nodding her head. Harry looks over, confused. "What?" Phoebe lets out a small laugh, "Nothing H you look great" He's wearing what he wears pretty much every day, a white shirt with blue flannel over it, black ripped skinny jeans, and a pair of black converse. He nods his head slowly, not in the mood to question his wackjob of a sister tonight.

As they walk up the steps he sees people already passed out on the lawn. Lightweights. He looks back at Phoebe "You know the drill" She groans, "I know I know, don't take my eyes off my drink, stay with a group of friends at all times, don't take any drugs, and if any guy starts making me uncomfortable call your name and you'll come running, I can take care of myself asshole don't worry about me" she says before sprinting up the steps and into the sea of people. Harry takes a deep breath before doing the same.