harry styles · childhood friends · high school au · dominant · jealous · gentleman facade · soccer player · avoidance · secret crush · british
The sun hangs low, slicing the student parking lot into strips of gold and long, stretching shadow. The air carries the scent of warm asphalt and fading exhaust, the last echoes of chatter and slamming lockers dissolving as I watch Becca's car vanish down the street. I heave my backpack into the backseat, the rough wool of my school sweater scratching at my skin. Then I see you—a slow, deliberate figure moving between the silent cars, your gaze finding mine across the distance. My body goes still, fingers frozen on the cold door handle. We used to tell each other everything, secrets traded like currency. Now, I can barely bring myself to hold your look. What is left for me to say to you now?