Walk Away h.s punk/au

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Harry's P.O.V.

I remember when I was little and my parents taught me not to hate people. How simple that seemed then, but that was when problems could be solved by a new pack of crayons or a simple, "Sorry." and a hug.

People change. The sweet little girl in pigtails, she's in every boys pants. The idiot, he's a millionaire. The sports star, he recovered from surgery and will play next season. Funny how the ones you hate do well, while you suffer.

I almost laughed as I thought of this. That'd just give me more looks than I already receive. I didn't fit in here in Holmes Chapel. I loved it here, I did, but I stood out. These people weren't used to someone who looks like the Grim Reaper's son. The halls of the school were worse than a courtroom. Every eye was glued to me, staring at me. The whispers were still audible, despite their attempts of covering them. They lacked the intelligence to realize that textbooks-despite their five-hundred something pages-weren't sound proof.

Ignoring them, I continued to my locker. Our cheap school lacked the brains to invest in more lockers instead of more, get this, locker rooms. I had the top locker, the girl below me was to short to reach the top. I quite liked the girl below me. Her name was Katherine Sweeny. I didn't know much about her, but I was glad I didn't. If I knew even the slightest bit of personal information, I'd let her in. I prided myself at not letting people in.

Rummaging around in my locker, I ignored everything around me. A soft grunt came from below me. Looking down, I stepped out of the way. Katherine dove in her locker, flung something inside, grabbed something, and slammed the door. She stood straightening her dress. "Hi Harry." she greeted quickly walking away. I admired her retreating figure. I watched her until she reached her group of friends.

I didn't like her friends. They were too rich for my taste. In all honesty, I'm surprised they hung around with Katherine. Three of the girls laughed over something they found hilarious, while she forced a smile. I didn't get it. I walked past them waiting for their conversation to stop. It didn't. They seemed unfazed by me, like I wasn't even there. I'd be okay with that.

As I walked to class, a group of young freshman raced by. "That's the guy! The one I was telling you about." they seemed pretty excited to see me. To have proof that Harry Styles does exist. Rolling my eyes I retreated to the back of the social studies classroom.

My teacher gave a sigh. He always did this. It was his way of saying: you don't have to live like this. I didn't appreciate him wanting to get involved, but I appreciated his way of not saying it directly. He was young for a teacher, and once I swore I saw a tattoo on his arm. His tie was loosened, his hair a mess. He caught my wary glance, "Women are the most difficult species on Earth."  I found myself laughing at his comment.

Laying my feet in the desk in front of me, I leaned back, crossing my arms behind me. "Wouldn't know. "

"Really Styles? I would've thought girls would be chasing you." Common tattooed guy stereotype.

"They do, but not the kind I want." I actually didn't want an easy shag, I wanted someone who loved me. Not someone who wanted it, then would leave.

Katherine walked into class with one of those girls. They went to their seats with the other rich girls. I watched as she shied away. She'd open  her mouth to say something, but it'd disappear in the confusion of the others. From where I could sit, I easily saw the frown that crossed her face, her shoulders curved downward. Mr. James stared at me for a second, before walking to the front of the class.

His previous pleasant look was replaced with one of frustration. "You guys did terrible!" he shouted. I saw Katherine jump slightly, fear crossing her face. She had nothing to worry about, this was her class. She aced every test, passed every project, and had Mr. James wrapped around her finger.

"I've had it with Katherine being the only one to do great." he said slamming his fist onto the stool he had been leaning on. The preps snickered causing Katherine to blush. "You guys are going to do a project to give you half credit-all except two of you. If I could see Katherine and Harry in the hall."

She looked up her big brown eyes startled, but she stood and walked out into the hall.  I remained unmoving. What was he doing? Didn't he realize that he was ripping the social seams apart worse than Pretty in Pink? Mr. James coughed before pointing to the door, I had no choice in the matter. I was to go to the hall. My boots clicked on the floor drawing every eye on me.

Once the three of us were outside, Mr. James turned to us. "You, Katherine, do exceptionally well. Harry, you do good. I knew that everyone would want to work with you." And by you he meant Katherine. No one would want to work with me, and that's the way I liked it. "The two of you don't need this. You two can do what you like for first period all week. Just come let me know where you'll be, and get back in time for second."

He pushed the two of us down the hall. She glanced up at me for a second, just long enough to say, "How you doing?" And with those three words came the first crack in the wall.

a/n: what do you guys think of this?  And to anyone who read the dedication-we need to give her some space. Let her live her life and be happy. Believe it or not, there are important things than this.