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Harry

I'm sitting in the office waiting for my turn to talk to the principal. I don't want to talk to the principal, I want to beat the shit out of Dan.

"Mr. Styles, come in here please." I hear the mans gruffy voice call me. I make my way into his office, taking a seat before him. Dan is in the chair next to me, his nose looks broken and I'm proud. Of course I keep a poker face.

"Mr. Styles, violence is strictly prohibited in this school. I want to offer you a chance to state your case. I have witnesses lined up as well to hear from so I get the full story."

"Well, you see sir, 3 weeks ago last Friday I threw a party at my house. Nobody underage was allowed, don't worry. Niall Horan was there and he was a little too drunk, I saw him moments before the incident dancing with Louis Tomlinson who happens to be his best friend, and my mate Liam who's dating Louis. I lost sight of the three after that, but a mere 10 minutes later I walk towards my kitchen to see Dan groping Niall, touching him inappropriately, and I saw him slip a roofie in his drink. Niall was protesting, trying to push him off, the boy was scared out of his mind. I wasn't about to stand back and watch, so I punched him off of Niall and kicked him out. After that night when I made sure Niall was okay and dropped him off at home, we clicked. So we're dating. Which leads me to this morning.
I walk in with him, and Dan is waiting by Niall's locker. I'm thinking, no way am I letting him get close to Dan. As I'm approaching Dan he starts saying vulgar things about me and Niall. Saying I took advantage of Niall that night and that's why I kicked Dan out, so I could have him to myself. I did nothing of the sorts. I gave him water and food and took him home. Niall kissed me that night but it was after he had sobered up and I didn't do anything but kiss him back, no tongue, just a peck. Which is how our feelings started. After I told Dan off about how wrong he was and politely told him to fuck off, pardon my French, he told me we could "share the slag" and that he looked like a "proper fuck toy" yet he couldn't finish his sentence because I punched him in the face. And I don't regret it at all. Niall freezes when he sees my kitchen. He freezes when he sees Dan. He's scared. I wasn't going to let anybody talk shit about him." I sigh as I finally finish my story, crossing my arms.

The principal, I keep referring to him as because I can't be fucked to remember his name, just nods slowly at me. "This is a much different, and more in depth story than Mr. Richards told us" he shakes his head. "Mr. Richards did you not tell us that Mr. Styles just, walked up and started screaming then punched you? We already have proof from being kicked off the football team that you did in fact harass this boy, so why would Harry make this up?"

"Because he's sleazy and wanted to take advantage of him himself! He's manipulated the boy!" Dan shoots a glare at Harry.

"I'm going to call Mr. Horan in myself. Dan you'll have to step out of the room as I speak to him. The school is not to allow you within 50 feet of Mr. Horan until this is cleared up. Harry, you can stay assuming Niall says it's okay"

I sigh and hold my face in my hands nodding. I really didn't want to drag Niall in here.

"Why do i have to leave? That's bullshit!"

"Mr Richards we have several witnesses who can account for you harassing Mr Horan at that party. Please. Step out and go with the secretary into the guidance office until we call you back." Our principal, who I've read the name plate for and turns out his name is Mr. Johnson, sighs as Dan angrily leaves his office. He calls Niall's class to send him down and within minutes he's walking in.

"H-Hello Mr. Johnson, you wanted to see me?" He asks anxiously before he spots me. He shoots me a look, as if he's reprimanding me for my behavior.

"Yes, Niall, thank you for coming down quickly. We've asked Dan to leave the  room while we ask you some questions. Would you like Harry to stay?" He asks gently

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