Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 2

Harry Styles lay out in his bed face-down like a starfish, completely conked out, when loud knocks interrupted his sleep.

"Harry, get up already! It's your first day, seriously!", his older sister said from the other side of the door, exasperated.

The sixteen-year-old groaned and rolled over, not realizing he had been sleeping on the very edge of his bed, resulting in him plummeting to the ground and hurting his head against the hardwood floor.

Harry groaned again, in pain this time, and Gemma burst into the room at the sound of the loud thud his head had made when making contact with the floor.

"Oh my God, what happened?"

"I fell off the bed..", Harry mumbled, still face-down on the floor.

"Wha-How?"

"I fell... off of the bed..", Harry repeated slowly in a defeated voice.

"Well, that's not stopping you from getting ready for school on time, so get a move on unless you want to walk there," Gemma said, leaving the room and a deflated sixteen-year-old boy half-naked on the ground.

Harry huffed, slowly standing up and stretching. He rubbed his eyes and made his bed sloppily, tucking in the duvet under the mattress.

He trudged over to the bathroom and planned on taking a long, relaxing shower, but when he stood under the spray he realized Gemma had used up all the hot water, so the shower was freezing and he cleaned himself quickly.

Well, he's awake now.

Not caring much about appearance, he pulled on some black, skin-tight jeans and a green sweater, to which Gemma asked indignantly, "You're wearing that in this weather?! It's really warm out."

So he then proceeded to change into a grey t-shirt but pulled a plaid flannel over it, leaving the buttons undone 'cause he's just a rebel like that.

He wolfed down his Lucky Charms and shook his head, running his fingers through his mess of curls.

He brushed his teeth quickly and walked out to Gemma's car, where she was applying her eyeliner.

He plopped down onto the passenger seat, slipped on his sunglasses, and with a "Alright, let's go," Gemma started the car and pulled out of the driveway, making her way to her little brother's new school.

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Harry held a piece of paper with his schedule in his hands and walked down the wide hallways. This school was definitely bigger than his old one.

A couple of girls had come up to him and flirtasiously asked if he needed any help getting anywhere, but he politely declined because the night before his mum had told him to not get directions from students, only people who work at the school, they're less likely to guide you in the wrong direction as a joke.

But when a boy around his age with dyed blonde hair came up and offered, he went along with him. Then again, maybe he was a bit biast.

His name was Niall, and he seemed like a really nice kid with a fun personality, but a couple of times while they were talking, Niall let out a roar of laughter that bounced off the walls of the school and caused everyone in the hall to glare at him while Harry's cheeks flushed in embarassment.

When Harry pointed this out to Niall, he simply said, "Fuck dem skinny bitches, they're not having as much fun as we are."

The day went by rather slowly, and Niall was only in two of his classes so Harry had to fend for himself a couple of times. There were a lot of girls, and a few guys, gushing over how cute he was, and staring and giggling when they saw him and all of this was making him very uncomfortable.