my dark romance

the first chapter

rushing through the crowd, i arrive panting at school, just in time for the bell. i collapse down into my seat and close my eyes, letting my thoughts settle. returning to my surroundings, i slowly open my eyes as a quiet hush falls on the rest of the class. shifting my gaze to the door, i see the most gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, gay homosexual stride through the door in af1, gold chains, and a t-shirt with such a wide neck that i can see his waffle abs. he walks up to my desk and takes a seat right next to me. immediately, he starts manspreading and thrusts his earphones into his ears. his eyes have a gorgeous red hue to them, the veins in his blue orbs standing out against his eyes. he smells slightly of old spice, red licorice and just the faintest touch of smoke. opening his swollen orbs, he glanced over at me. "i'm harry styles" he says, in a dark british accent. "i-i-i-i-i'm y/n" i stutter, captured in his electric blue orbs. "most people run away at this point," harry tells me, adjusting his balls. "i'm the son of the mafia leader, jackson wang." my eyes widen in shock, as the name sends a shiver down my spine. "i came to this school, hoping nobody would recognize me, but you obviously do, based on how wide your shitty diarrhea eyes just got." he smirks as my face turns a shade of red similar to the shade of day 2 period blood. "i..." at a loss for words, i glance away, letting myself wander in my thoughts. i feel something caress the back of my neck, and turn around to see harry putting his saliva onto my neck, licking his hand and then transferring it to mine. I smile shyly and he cups my face is his saliva-covered hand, the hairs on his fingers tickling my nostrils slightly. "how about you and me...go out...after class?" he says slyly, with his rich, sexy bri' ish accent. "o-o-okay..." i stutter quietly. "see you soon then, cupcake" he winks at me and rolls out of the classroom on his electric blue heelys.