Stand Up For Me (Larry and Ziall AU)

Chapter 1: Clean Slate

Hey there lovelies!! :)  

Can I just take a moment to tell you how incredibly amazing you all are?

I mean seriously, I set the comment and vote limit figuring it'll take people, like, a week to get that far. You know how long it took? LESS THAN AN HOUR!!! Seriously, guys? That's just... wow. I had no idea it would get so big so fast, I was fangirling so hard over all of you, no joke.  

Secondly, I just want to address the fact that in the three days that this (not even a) story has been out, it has become #41 on fanficiton and #481 on romance. What?! Wait... what?! Holy shit guys! I haven't even posted a chapter yet! This fandom is just... I swear... LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME GUYS I CAN'T EVEN FINISH A FREAKING SENTENCE!!!

Whoa... just got totally distracted by the Larry love going on right over there----> that gif just ajdsdhlghaf I'm so jealous of their love xP

So, anyway, the chapter. Well, at first I was a little torn about writing it (lol see what I did there?). Like all you guys have such high expectations and I was terrified that this chappie would be just a bucket of shit and I really didn't want to let you all down. But since you are all anticipating it, here it is.  

And yes, I know the big Capulet/Montague fight scene was supposed to be first, but I thought I should introduce Harry's POV before all that. So... yeah. Wow, I'm rambling a lot. This A/N is suuupppeeerrr long... Sorry guys xP Well, without further ado...  

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Chapter 1: Clean Slate  

Song that inspired this chapter: Blackbird-- The Beatles (video at the right--->)  

Harry's POV

"Mr. Styles, this type of behavior is just unacceptable!" Mr. Harrison exclaims, this is the most livid I've ever seen him. I mean, the headmaster's face was practically purple with rage.

I couldn't look up to meet his cold, angry eyes as I quietly mumbled "I know."

"I mean, honestly Harry! With a teacher? How irresponsible of you!" He was full-on yelling at me now, standing from his plush leather chair, leaning over his mahogany desk while his knuckles dug into the wood. He sprayed little bits of spit at me as he screamed, but I was too ashamed with myself to care.

I felt the sting of tears behind my green orbs. No! Be tough Harry! Stay strong!

"I'm s-sorry." I whispered, my voice cracking at the end to pull back the curtain on my whole 'tough guy' façade.

I then made the mistake of looking into his eyes. If looks could kill, I'd be five miles past hell by now.

I hastily looked back down, fixing my eyes on my boring and uncomfortable uniform dress shoes.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are" he chuckled darkly as he collected his rage and sat back down, "especially since now you know Ms. Flack was just using you, and has since been fired from her teaching position."