In Style || Harry Styles

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I observe her every move, just the simple way she carries herself exposes so much about her and her personality. The way she gives but never receives. "Blake! Come here!" I look to see the girl Paige call out to a boy who looks like the captain to the football team. Cliche high school douche bag who plays football who is well known with the girls. Along behind him tags his other mindless idiot.

The boy's hair is greasy i can see it just from the plain distance on how overfilled with grease it is. I see 'Blake' slip himself in between Paige and my beauty. Stephanie's face cringes with annoyance and aggravation. I see her mouth move saying something I cant hear. He. simply laughs and tries to embrace her but she pushes him away

Good girl.

Suddenly i see the other asshole who i believe is 'Blake's' friend.the one with grease infested hair talk to my beauty. I can see the discomfort in her face once he sits himself next to her. Her smile reaks with nervousness and awkward tension. I can see word that being exchanged between them. God what if this is her boyfriend? No impossible he doesn't seem like her type at all. He's more of 'lets go out and go hiking.' asshole. She's more like a 'I'll stay at home instead with a good book type.' of girl. But opposites do attract... My eyes fall upon a boy who's about my height. He says a few words to the idiot who wants MY beauty. Whatever he says causes him to run. Once he was gone Stephanie takes the tall boy into her arms. Is this the boy friend??

Damn it Styles quit being so fucking paranoid.

"Why hello there Mr. Styles how do you do?" In front of me is a man who is much shorter than me but only because he has a few extra pounds on. He has balding salt and pepper hair style with a matching beard that is neatly groomed. He holds out his hand in front me, I accept. "Hello, happy to meet you Mr.." "Andrew Adams. I am one of the coaches here at this school sir." His smile is sincere. One of the very few smiles who appear completely honest. "I can see that you have your eye on one our most praised students on our Varsity Football team, Blake Decker." He points to the table where my beauty resides at. "The other is Charlie Perrin. He's a bit of a persistent one he has been trying to get poor ol' Stephanie Oliveira to accept to go out with him for the past two years."

What.the.fuck.

I feel anger course through my body. How dare he try to even come anywhere near her. Calm Styles calm... "And what does Mister Perrin look like if i may ask?" He shrugs a tad "You know the average High School kid. He's got greasy brown hair. When Blake Decker goes over to his girlfriend Paige Sanders, Charlie trails right behind him like a little puppy to see it Oliveira has changed her mind at all but you know the boy doesn't have any luck."

GOOD!

Little fuck doesn't deserve her. He doesn't deserve her beauty, nor her intelligence,most of all he doesn't deserve to call her his.

"You sure do know a lot Mr. Adams..." i mumble under my breath. "Well you spent hours in a smelly gym you over here things ya know?" I nod and smile. "Charlie has been talking mad stuff about him and Oliveira. Say thing that he is going to conquer her like a hunter conquers any wild beast and that he will murder her vagina."

F.U.C.K.I.N.G. H.E.L.L

It takes every ounce of my sanity not to run and find that piece of shit and beat the living hell out of him. "I believe that boy needs to be put in his place." I say trying by best to keep my shit together. "Oh believe me Dwight Thompson has been in plenty of verbal and physical disputes with Perrin but he still is a has a hard head." So she has someone to defend her? "Is Dwight a close friend to her?" "Yeah they've been friends since junior high." I nod. Interesting..."And do you know anything about Miss Oliveira?" He stares into the clouds for a moment pending for his thoughts almost. "Well i know she is one of the Einstein's at this school. She never really fitted in with any click at this school she has very limited friends and her friends are basically the outcasts of the outcasts." Outcast? If that was even remotely true she's the most beautiful and intelligent of the 'outcasts.' "I was also her coach for her freshman year she has a lot of energy when she wants to and plenty of stamina." Stamina? I cannot resist a smirk that forms on my lips. I can not wait to test out that stamina out for myself.

"Oh please." Her voice booms in my ears. Soft whimpers escapes from her lovely lips. "Please what?" I whisper. "Please.... Sir." She breathlessly moans.

"Mr. Styles are you alright?" Adams voice breaks me from my trance. "Oh yes I'm alright just thinking." I lie. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking why are you so curious?" Yes i do mind you asking me. "Oh i was just trying to catch the student 'gossip'." My gaze falls back one to my beauty. She has her nose stuck in a book. Doesn't really surprise me to be completely honest. Her hand in her dark brown mane of hair just twisting a short strand in between her long pale fingers. Her brow forming a small 'V' in concentration. I see her take in her plump lower lip in between her teeth..

I hover above her with a flogger at hand. Her limbs are restrained by red velvet ropes...

The bell interrupts my fantasy before it can reach its climax. I smile to imagine the things to come. These fantasies wont just be fantasies they will be a reality...

My eyes lock with a pair of mint green eyes. With nothing but innocence and confusion reflecting in them....