Harry Styles Imagines

-𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦-

Preview: Harry and you are dating in senior year at high school, let's say you're popular in a good way, and Harry's popular in a bad way, and you're the only one he breaks his walls around

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"But I just don't get it!" My friend Emily whined, throwing her pencil down on the sheets of algebra. "Look, multiply what's outside the brackets with what's in the bracket" I explained, pointing at the first questions. "So x times 4x squared?" Emily checked and I nodded and she grinned before scribbling down her answer.

I continued with the sheet in my own time until everyone heard yelling in the hallways and teachers shouting at a student. "Everyone ignore what's going on outside, continue with your work" our maths teacher instructed us, walking over to the door and poking his head out of it.

We could then hear the voices more clearly and a student yelling 'Fuck off!' to a teacher. A few 'ooos' spread around until our teacher snapped at us so we put our heads down at continued writing.

The bell finally rung and I grabbed my stuff, shoving it in my bag before walking out with three boys who kept following me everywhere, god it was annoying, and they were on the school football team too.

"So Y/N, you free Friday afternoon, you could come watch our match then we could go out and celebrate our win?" Ben offered as I paced to my locker. "One, how do you even know you will win, two, I'm going anyway, and three I'm going to have to reject your very generous offer as I've already got plans" I huffed, placing my maths books away and taking out my history book and textbooks.

"What plans?" Jacob asked and I slammed my locker shut to look at them "Plans with Harry, now if you'll-" "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!" Niall exclaimed, one of Harry's closest friends, he's one of the nice ones.

I turned to face him as he caught his breath "Harry threw a chair at Mr Barlow, then he stormed out the class and loads off teachers were following him and Harry started screaming at them, he's never been so angry before" he panted, running a hand through his hair.

"We've got history right, can you please tell Mrs Phelps that I'm going to be late?" I requested and he nodded "Just don't get yourself into trouble Y/N, see you later" he warned me and wondered off with Liam and Zayn.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, what do I owe the pleasure?" My principle asked sarcastically as I stood in front of his door. I opened my mouth to reply but he put his hand up "Yes Mr Styles is in here and I understand you have a lesson to be at?" He predicted, looking at his watch. "I do sir but-" "No buts Miss Y/L/N, please return to your lessons" he interrupted, crossing his arms.

"For fucks sake let her in!" I heard Harry shout form the office and Mr Law snapped his head around "Mr Styles we do not use this language at school, now stop being rude and answering back and be quiet!" Mr law scolded him and the chair screeched against the floor from inside the office.

"I don't bloody care, I'm already suspended for throwing a chair at my stupid teacher so I don't see much of a point of obeying the rules anymore!" He objected, his body coming into view and shoving past our principle.

"Harry.. you don't want your punishment to get worse" I sighed and he shook his head "Not like it could, unless I get expelled but it would be great to he go ur of this shithole" he huffed, glaring at Mr Law. "Mr Styles get back in there right now!" Mr Law ordered, pointing at the door.

"Stop fucking telling me what to do!" Harry shouted at him, clenching his fists. "Harry just go, I finish lessons in an hour, I'll see you then.." I pleaded and he looked at my with a tense body. "Fine" he agreed through gritted teeth.

I gave him a small smile and he sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head into my neck. "Don't go.." he mumbled, planting soft kisses on my jawline. "I'll see you later, I love you" I whispered, locking our lips and giving him a small kiss before walking off.