Lethal Lust (Harry Styles x Reader)

rumours.

"Well, well, well" Matilda smirked, striding down the barren hallways of Eastside High. "Look who's risen from the dead!"

It was the first day after mid-term, the cobwebs had all been wiped away, the stores had thrown out all the monster themed candy multipacks that didn't sell and (wheeze) Starbucks had drained the last of the PSL syrup down the drain. October was over and November had well and truly begun, but here I was physically trudging my Doc's through Eastside's corridors but my mind was still trapped in that damn hotel room.

"Well, well ,well look who's skipping her French Oral for the fourteenth time this semester." I retorted, matching her "we fell out and it should be awkward between us but I'm pretending it didn't happen cause I can't be assed to continue fighting and stress gives you wrinkles" vibes.

"Speaking of Oral, what happened to you did you like- get mono or something from sucking Harry Styles' dick all night long?" Jesus H. Christ! A little grace and tact please? God, it's like everywhere I turn someone has to remind me about that god-damn confusing dose of shit! What I hate the most about this is I legit haven't told anyone about what happened that night, one because haha I can't recall most of it and two cause I was K.O'd for like a week.

Y'know whenever something fails between you and the person you like and it's super awkward cause you have to go and do the walk of shame back to your friends who you've been obsessively confessing your love of them to and explain haha... yeah, I was wrong. Then they like pure take the piss out of you for the next decade and a half cause you've just made a dick out of yourself? God, when did I get this vulgar with my language? I sound like my tongue belongs on the bathroom floor of the Jersey Shore house.

"I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and pretend that I didn't hear that." I replied, grabbing a pair of kitten sunnies and a bucket hat from my locker. Reader, you don't know what I look like right now but let me give you a visual, your girl looks like S-H-I-T-E!  I'm chatting full eye-bags here, cracked lips, bloodshot eyes like Seth Rogen's on steroids and my skin is as white as alabaster, I look horrific! I know what your thinking, "Oh my god self-insert me in this crappy Harry Styles Fan-Fiction written by an an almost nineteen year old who's doing a creative writing degree that you just can't tell from the quality of her writing which is while sad on her part. Why am I turning up to school on the day in which all eyes will be on me because I publicly disclosed my affair with the literal black sheep of the school, looking like week old trash? This is super embarrassing." Yeah I know, I don't have an answer for you other than you try fighting a viral infection in a week and come back to me. I'm still getting used to working my legs again from lying in a bed for 168 hours let alone a real techniques brush, so give me sympathy not judgement! So yeah, I've disguised my ugliness by dressing up like a member of Oasis.

"Oh c'mon (Y/N!) You soo did, it's practically written all over your face!" I don't know how Matilda can see that I'm blushing like hell right now over the fact she's just implied that I've sucked the guy of my dreams off which is obviously a sore spot considering that he stood me up and yeah I'm not blushing out of "oh my god, he's so cute I can feel my heart racing" shit more like "I'm enraged with anger and also embarrassment," if he's brought up one more time I may burst out into tears. But I don't even know how she can see anything! I'm like unable to produce colour cause my red blood cells just don't exist.

"No harm," Matilda prefixed, which I hate that people do this because obviously what you are going to say next I'm definitely going to take offence to but anyway go on, "but you look terrible! You're as pale as a baby squid on a stick!"

"What kind of simile is that?" What kind of? What? What the hell does a baby squid even look like I'm offended over how crappy and random that comparison was like? Who the hell has the disposable knowledge of what a baby squid looks like? Who are you? David Attenborough?