One Direction ~ BSM & BSF & DDM

Harry (13) DDM - Suspended

Y/n was sitting in her assigned seat in the classroom where she was taught English, by her male teacher, Mr. Cowen. She was trying her hardest to focus on the current lesson, but the jerk who sat beside her and shared her desk only made it more difficult each second. That jerk was a boy named Simon, and Y/n hated him with every fiber of her being.

"Would you quit it?!" Y/n whisper-yelled to her irritating classmate, who sat with an aggravating grin on his face. He'd been poking Y/n with his pencil for the entire duration of the lesson, and she was so close to pushing him off of his chair.

"Geez, who's got your panties in a twist?" Simon laughed, nudging Y/n's arm with his elbow and sticking his tongue out like a child. All he did, every minute of every school day, was do his best to drive Y/n mad. And it worked, every time. She was entirely sick of him, and wasn't sure how much longer she had left before she snapped.

Y/n bit her tongue in order to keep from replying to his idiotic question. She hated that word. Panties. She considered it a terrible name for underwear. Unfortunately for her, Simon knew of her hatred for the word, and he used it against her.

Simon snickered at the disgusted expression he saw on Y/n's face. "Oh, c'mon, don't you like that word? Panties? Go on, I dare you to say it. Say it out loud. Panties. It's only a word, Y/n. Say panties. I bet your panties are-" Simon was abruptly interrupted by a fist colliding with his nose, and he was thrown off his chair and onto the floor, causing the whole class to fall silent.

"YOU BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" Simon shouted at the girl, who sat, completely stunned, glancing from her bloody fist, to Simon's squashed bleeding nose, to the teacher's shocked expression, and back to her fist. She released the tight ball of her hand and stretched her finger tenderly, realizing how hard she must've hit the boy for her hand to be red and aching.

Mr. Cowen stormed over to the scene and took one look at the bloody boy on the floor and then settled his gaze on Y/n. "You better have a good explanation for what just happened. Go to the principal's office and you can explain yourself there." He pointed angrily towards the door to the classroom, his face a mixture of fury and disbelief. Y/n had never hit anyone before, and nobody in the room seemed to be able to comprehend what she'd just done.

Y/n quickly swept up her things and made her way to the principal's office, and was let in immediately, as her teacher had already called ahead. She sat down across from the head of the school and held her sore hand gently, still processing her previous action. The principal, Principal Moors, shook his head with disappointment as he took his seat.

"So, Ms. Styles, I've been informed that you have just punched another student in the nose. Is this correct?" Principal Moors asked her, and she nodded shyly. "Ok, then. Could you tell me who this student was, and why you decided to punch them?"

Though she knew she had only been defending herself, Y/n gulped nervously; her school was never the fair kind, and any act of self defense was usually seen as worse behavior than any antagonist's. "I- I punched Simon, sir. Simon Bell. And I did it because he was bothering me with disturbing talk about- erm... about panties, sir. I told him to stop, multiple times, but he wouldn't, sir."

Principal Moors nodded thoughtfully, scribbling a few things down in a student record book. "Well, I'm sorry that Mr. Bell was bothering you, Ms. Styles. I will be sure to speak to him about appropriate topics and what is not acceptable to discuss with other classmates, particularly females. However, I cannot overlook your actions, and I will have to suspend you for a few days in order to ensure you think twice the next time you want to physically harm another student. Am I being clear?"

Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. Why should she be suspended and not that horrid boy, Simon? She was baffled at how unfair her school's punishments were, but, when the majority of the staff are misogynist men, why would it be any different? "Y- yes, sir. I understand." The principal then called Y/n's father to pick her up, and so Harry had to leave his recording session at the studio to go get his daughter.

"Hi, Dad," Y/n said nervously as she slid into the passenger seat of her father's car. She hadn't spoken a word whilst her principal had told him what she did and how she was suspended, and he hadn't spoken to her yet, either.

Harry started the car and got comfortable, but didn't pull out of the school's parking lot. "So, I hear you got suspended for giving a boy a bloody nose..." he piped up, and Y/n looked up at him, anxious for what her punishment would be.

"Erm, yes?" Y/n had one eyebrow raised, ready to accept consequences.

"Because he kept talking about "panties", and bugging you about inappropriate things?"

Y/n nodded.

"That's my girl!" Harry grinned, and once Y/n realized she wasn't in trouble, she smiled too. "Wanna go get some ice cream?" Harry asked, and Y/n laughed, nodding eagerly and turning on the radio. She and her dad sang to Whitney Houston's I Wanna Dance with Somebody on their way to the nearest ice cream parlor.