Dirty Little Secret » Larry AU

PART 1: Alienation

FIRST ERA

There is often that one person at school whom the vast majority of the lazy students hand in their essays to in order for them to finish. In that person's defense, they are probably insecure and too humble to turn them down. When the assignments are finished, the person moves on to the next student's task. In this case it seems they do not even have the time to deal with their own things.

At my university, Harry Styles was that person. However, the thing that the students turned in to him was not their school work. It was their bodies.

Yes, it was exactly as cruel as it sounds. Unlike the students in the essay reference, the people who turned in their bodies to Harry were not lazy. They were just weak. And in this case, Styles did not move from one assignment to the other, he moved from one bed to the one next door.

Harry was—according to my speculations—insecure (I came to this conclusion with a little help from what I learned in Psychology). Regardless, I would not give him the benefit of the doubt. I was also insecure, but did people see me hanging around the locker rooms to gain another meaningless shag?

Moral of the story—I was not a big fan of Harry Styles. In fact, I disliked him immensely. This did not just depend on his preferred lifestyle, because naturally, he also happened to have the attitude of a pretentious twat. He was always on cloud nine as he strutted down the school corridors dressed in preppy clothes without ever frowning, just as if he owned the place. Dickhead.

You may ask yourself—If I disliked him so much, why did I spare him so many of my thoughts? You see, Harry Styles did not let one student in school go unnoticed.

Let me stop you before you create an angelic perception of him in your head.

Acknowledging people who felt as though they were ghosts due to their lack of attention was one of Harry's many favorite hobbies, but I would never say that he did so for a good purpose.

Have you ever felt as though you are the only person in the entire universe who is able see a specific person for who they really are?

The point of befriending everyone was for Harry—in my interpretation—a way of staying liked. And somehow, magically, it worked for him. His only exception however seemed to be me. Whether that depended on the fact that people were blind, or that I was actually way more intelligent than I originally thought, I did not know. What I did know, was that Styles did not care for social relations as long as they weren't for his own advantage.

Now, I know I may seem like a pessimistic wiseacre—but that's okay. I never claimed knowing Harry Styles to the core. I could not do that since he was not my friend, and he never had been. Although, him and I did have our own personal connection, just like him and approximately every other student at my school. To make things clear, I never initiated our "bond", but perhaps that was already pretty obvious.