It's another morning in the broad high school. Students muck about, teachers chat each other up, and in the main office, a young man is being given a lecture worth about as much as a pile of shit.
"You're a teenager. You make mistakes, fuck about like you don't care, and disobey rules like a proper criminal. I get what mindset you're coming from, but do you honestly think drawing a dick on a locker makes you look cool?"
"Am I suppose to find meaning to your words? I am unable to understand the language I've come to know as 'dumbass'." Being a smartass always seems to be the appropriate response to adults.
"I wish I could expel you from this school."
"It would be such an honor to undergo such a thrilling experience."
"For fuck's sake! Can you maybe speak a kind of English I can keep up with?"
"Or you could possibly obtain a brain that can hold such a capacity of language. Yours is obviously not sufficient enough."
The bickering goes on. The teenager is internally laughing at the older man who keeps failing to find a better comeback. The younger one soon leaves, finding their arguing to be boring. Who he sees outside of the office, on the other hand, is nothing close to boring.
"And who might you be, gorgeous?"
The lanky boy stares down at his feet. "Um, I'm Harry."
"Nice to meet you, Harold. I don't suppose you need a bit of guidance?"
"I," Harry smiles, meeting the gaze of the stranger. "I would really like that."
And this is where it starts. Harry wouldn't be able to fight the boys' charm. No matter how hard he tries.
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Migraine | Larry Stylinson AU
FanfictionIt would be easier for the lads to just admit Harry's got the worst luck in human history, but. They don't seem to like 'easier' in the first place. { or Harry's being haunted and Louis talks like he's the Virgin Queen. } -- Horror AU
