Harry Styles x Reader One-Shots

Congratulations*

Baseball players were obnoxious. They were loud and over the top in everything that they did. They were the only team at school that actually won anything, so they thought that they were the absolute best, and they would rub that in anyone's face whenever they got the chance.

The part that made you hate them the most, however, was the fact that every single one of them is attractive. They were hot and they all knew it. This wouldn't be so bad if they didn't flaunt themselves and watch all the girls fall to their knees for them.

Well, mostly all the girls. You wouldn't be caught dead with any of the baseball players. You made that abundantly clear every chance that you got, and most of them seemed to understand.

Actually, all of them understood except for one. The one you hated the most. The captain of the baseball team, the best looking one of all, Harry Styles.

He was as egotistical and narcissistic as they come. He watched girls fawn over him and made it into a joke. He would see how far he could string them along before breaking it off, only to see them fall apart.

He was a dick and you could not stand to even be in the same room as him. You rolled your eyes every time that he looked in your direction and you ignored him every time that he tried to talk to you.

Until the day that the worst thing that could have ever happened in Chemistry class unfolded.

It was the beginning of the second semester, which meant that everyone got a new lab partner. To everyone in the class, it made absolutely no sense, but Mrs. Madison was always going on and on about the fact that the class needed to make new friends and branch out more, Which, apparently, she thought would be accomplished by making you work with a random person for an hour every day while doing labs in the absolute worst subject in school.

Every attempt to complain about the changes, however, were completely futile. She didn't have a single care in the world for the wants of her class, she just did what she wanted.

Which was apparently making your life a living hell.

She went through the roster, randomly assigning partners until she got to your name.

"Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles." You tried your best to hide the grimace that had etched its way onto your features and the groan of frustration that was fighting to come out.You had looked over at him, hoping that he would complain and she would change partners, seeing as she had always had a soft spot for Harry, but to no avail. He had a wide grin on his face, as if hearing that sentence had made his week.

And so it started, the hour every day that would rarely be spent working, but more so to get to know one another better. At first, it had been him trying to get to know you better, but eventually, you had loosened up, had realized that if you were going to be stuck with him, then you might as well be civil.

"Come on, Y/N, just tell me something about you." He had whined.

"What do you wanna know, Styles?" You could tell by the look in his eyes that you had caught him off guard. He had thought that he would have to work harder to get you to tell him something.

"Anything, anything at all." He looked genuinely interested and you couldn't help but shake the feeling that maybe you were wrong about him. But that was absurd, right?

"I like photography and I write sometimes." You had mumbled, hoping that he wouldn't hear. Of course, he did hear it, every single word of it.

But he didn't make fun of you like you had thought he would, he had just softly smiled at you, mumbled a "thanks" and then continued with the lab.