Symbolism & Innocence

Not Bad

Harry's P.O.V

"Psychology, it is the study of the mind," I called out, raspy voice echoing off the walls.

My emerald green eyes searched the room, smirking as the students seemed to hold on to every word I slurred.

"The study of behavior," I stated.
I ran my fingers through my thick curls and strutted across the classroom, legs clad in my famous black skinny jeans.

Taking the eraser marker I wrote out my name in a loopy cursive handwriting.

Harry Styles

"My name is Harry Styles; you may call me Mr. Styles, Harry, Mr. S I do not care. But while you are in my lecture I will house your complete and undivided attention."

A throat cleared and I turned my head towards the direction of the noise and saw a woman, with her long manicured nails raised.

"Yes? Ms. ...? "

"Daniels, Elizabeth Daniels." she said, popping her gum making me grimace.

"Ah, so your question Ms. Daniels?" I asked, ignoring the way she pulled her shirt down a bit, showing her cleavage.

"So like..." she said as she twirled her dyed hair between her fingers.

"How old are you Mr. Styles?" she drawled out in a 'seductive' tone.
I cleared my throat and looked away from the girl in disgust stating a timid,
"22."

"Wow so you're like really young," she said, still talking to me no matter how many times I tried to avoid her.

"Yes I am. I actually graduated from this University last year," walking between the isles and greeting some of my students.

"Would you object to dating a student?" she asked smugly.
I looked over at her in surprise, her blunt question throwing me off. I shook my head, smirked and began walking towards her, like a predator to its prey.

"You know," I whispered, leaning my hand against her desk, rings clicking against the metal.
I leaned over so my hair fell into my eyes, dimples on display.

She leaned towards me more and gave me a sickly sweet smile, awaiting my response.

"I really don't appreciate the way you'd treat anything with so much a dick as someone lower than you. I am not one of your little douchebags who will fuck you because you come at me in such a way. Although, Lizzy; can I call you Lizzy?" pausing waiting for a response, continuing as she kept her mouth shut, "Well Lizzy, unlike you, have standards. So please, take your desperate, inappropriate self away from my classroom, if you aren't going to take this class seriously then please by all means there's the door." I said, pointing towards the exit.

"And please, love. Do have some respect for yourself as a woman." I paused and said as an afterthought, "Not only as a woman, but as a human being in general."

She looked at me with wide eyes and I just shrugged as others around us laughed.

"I only speak the truth, my love." I said, walking back down to my desk, checking the time.

I looked up and snapped as I 'suddenly' remembered something, leaning my hands on the desk I smiled over at her stating a loud,
"Oh! I almost forgot. I'm gay."

Her cheeks turned a crimson red as the bell rung; gathering all her things as she practically ran out the door.

"Have a good day class, see you next lecture." I said, getting a few 'goodbyes' or 'good days' in return.

I chuckled lowly to myself as the last students filled out of the room and I sat down, spinning around in my chair.

"Not too bad Styles." I whispered.
"Not too bad."

Word Count: 692 (six hundred and ninety-two)
Date Written: 4/5/15 (May, 4th, 2015 A.K.A my birthday )
A/N: As much as I love crossdresser!louis I couldn't have him the way I pictured him without daddy!harry. (Lou tops, but then again... they quite share that really) there will be later on mentions, discussions of abuse, sexual and emotional. Drug use, alcohol abuse, hate crimes, derogatory slurs, and much more. I will add a trigger warning before the chapter.
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