Harry Styles; Short Story Imagines

Sir Styles (Pt 1)

Emma Haywood:

"Styles, you're late." Mr. Gates sighs and repeats the same sentence for the 50,000th time this year.

"Yeah, sorry." Styles says unfazed as he pulled on his pants. Ah, that's why he was late. As usual. Wonder who it was this time.

"Being in high school, I do not expect this behavior from you. You're always late to your lessons, and-" The teacher starts complaining but Styles interrupts.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. 'Come in time', I will." He rolls his eyes as he mumbles his next words under his breath while adjusting his dark blue flannel. "Fucking hell." 

He was wearing what he would usually wear; A black tight shirt with black skinny jeans and black or brown Chelsea boots. But this time, he decided to top it off with a blue flannel. I watch as Styles now starts making his way to his seat to the back of his class where his other 'friends' were sitting. The all make a noise with happiness as Styles dabs them all up.

I notice as Mr. Gates fights the urge to roll his eyes to the back of his head in annoyance, instead he forces a smile and keeps looking at Styles, "Glad we're clear on that. Now-" Mr. Gates claps his hand.

"Some blondie has taken my seat." Styles points at Ayla in annoyance that a stranger was sitting in his seat. Brat much?

"If you would give me a second to explain myself and would've come early to class, you wouldn't have said that." Mr. Gates sasses, "Anyhow, this is Ayla. She's come all the way from Australia to join us in here, in England. And this is her first day. I asked her to choose any seat she pleases, and because she is new, I let her sit in your seat, because...it is what she chose and I want her to feel comfortable. Now, I would like it if you sat here, next to Emma, because there is-" Oh fuck, no.

"Bullshit!" Styles throws his hands in the air, "I'm not changing my seat for a stupid blonde chick who doesn't know who sits-"Well, I'm not really crazy about sitting next to you either, Styles, but I'm trying to stay quiet so I don't get into trouble.

"Styles!" Mr. Gates exclaims, "We've already lost a lot of time in our lesson because of you! Please cut the fuss and sit down!"

"I- I can sit next to her if he wants to sit in this seat real bad." Ayla's sweet, quiet voice suddenly speaks, her Australian accent clearly visible.

Mr. Gates smiles at her, "Oh, that won't be necessary. I'm sure Styles will be a good sport and sit down here. I'd like to keep a good look on him anyway. Isn't that right, Styles?"

I watch as Styles huffs in annoyance at the fact that he couldn't sit next to his friends and starts making his way towards me, making me mentally groan.

Styles was what people would call the 'Bad and Popular guy' at school. He was rude, mean, a bully, cruel, used women for their bodies and did everything a decent and good man wouldn't do. I've been in this school for almost my whole life, and Styles and his friends bullied me throughout. I didn't want to change my schools because most of the other schools here were expensive, but I've learned to deal with Styles' stupid tantrums anyway.

I didn't really have a lot of friends in my school life. I have a mother and a younger sister who I love loads and they love me back too. I've been almost 3 years above my grade. Apparently, I knew too much and was way to intelligent to stay in my real grade, so I got moved 3 steps ahead. I always loved studying, especially so that I could achieve something good for my life and make my mother proud. After my father died tragically, my heart couldn't take seeing my mom like that, so I took studying more seriously and...here I am.

Most of the people here were about 16-17, but I'm only 14, about to turn fifteen in 3 months. I sat in the front because I, as I mentioned, didn't have any friends and I wanted to sit in the front so that nobody could distract me, but now my plans failed as I see Styles throw his bag under the desk next to me and cross his arms against his chest, stubbornly.