One Direction Imagines

Dirty Harry Styles- The School Nerd

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Hi! Sorry it took so long, but I have my first request! This is for @CaitlinWright9 !

*WARNING: THIS IS DIRTY!

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"What are you going to do about it Styles?" I heard someone yell around the corner of the hall.

It was the last week of school and everyone was going crazy. TPing the school at night, students vandalizing the bathroom stalls and the inside of the school desks, more bullying...

Next thing I heard was a loud slam and a raspy scream. I turn around to the corner of the sound, aware that my locker was in this hall. Just when I turned my head, I heard a lot of laughing.

The sight was just...unbearable. There was a guy my age lying on the floor, right in front of my locker. He had a lot of fresh blood marks on his face and they looked like they were going to turn into a bruise or a they will swell up. He had a few blood marks on his shirt. The blood was as red as the brightest apple in the world. How much damage could they have caused to this kid?

My mind was racing. How am I going to ask this guy to move away from my locker? I mean, I would do it, but he IS in pain. This is going to be so awkward...

I slowly walk up to the alive, but limp body. I am close enough to study his features, but he doesn't notice me. Wait... He's my partner for the new sex Ed project that we have. What...don't judge me! He finally looks up at me and he gives me a sad smile.

"Hi, (Y/N)..." He mumbles.

"Hey..." I awkwardly reply back.

What was his name again? He has another name that he goes by and he doesn't like it when people call him by his real name. Let's just say that he may be a little frustrated with me. Was it Harold?

"Do you need a ride, Harold?" I questioned Harold absent-mindedly.

"Sure," he replied, ",but call me Harry." He states, trying to stand up.

He slowly stood up, afraid that he was going to fall. I wrapped his arm around my right shoulder and we started our journey to my car.

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We arrived at his house, after I offered him to rest at my house. I helped him out of my car and we walked up to his front door.

"How are we going to get in?"

"Here." Harry mumbles once again as he hands me his key.

I push the key into the lock and I turn it, satisfied when I hear a 'click'. We walk into his house and I realize that it is HUGE! Harry tells me that he can stand on his own now, so I let him out of my grip.

"Do you want to work on our project?" I cautiously ask Harry, careful to not bring any awkward tension to our conversation.

"Sure." He simply replies.

Harry leads me up to his room and I sit on the edge of his bed while he sits on his desktop chair. He spreads out the supplies on the floor and we get started. Our sex Ed teacher divided all of the students into partners and they were given a specific topic. We were given the topic of the 'process' of production. So, we were basically giving an oral presentation about sex. Great! I stare at Harry as he starts to write information on a flash card.

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I have been taking in Harry's features and I am starting to notice that he is really...hot. Just as I was about to start asking questions about his condition, he turns his head to look at me. He wasn't staring at me. He was...taking me in.