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Change Me

Chapter 1

The 3 days went by quick. He was drunk for the most part of it. He was leaving his friends; he might as well enjoy himself, right? He must have had a good time, the blonde he was with the night before couldn’t even walk this morning. Harry smirked to himself as he sat in the car with his step-father, mother and sister. Everyone was silent, not wanting to speak in case of an outburst, most likely from Harry. His headphones were in, wanting to block out the reality that was fast approaching. ‘You found me’ by The Fray was playing. Harry loved this type of music, no one knew about his secret love for bands such as The Smiths, The Killers and Mumford and Sons. He intended to keep it that way, locked up, for his ears only. Harry had built walls around his heart, he didn’t want to feel, he just wanted to get by without any drama, without being hurt.

“FINAL CALL FOR FLIGHT 379 TRAVELING TO LONDON.” The speakers buzzed.

This was it, he was going. His mum was crying, telling him that she didn’t want it to have to come to this. Harry ignored her, giving her a brief hug and a nod of the head. The same went for his sister and step-father. He didn’t want anything to do with them. How could someone want to send their son so far away?

As Harry trudged over to the flight attendant, getting out his passport and ticket, he daren’t look back. She gave him a nod of the head before he disappeared into the tunnel, boarding the plane and leaving his life behind him.

***

10 fucking hours on a plane. 10 fucking hours. Harry lurched off the plane to be met by grey skies and rain.

“Typical.” Harry spat, less than impressed to be here. He grabbed his luggage and walked out of the arrivals gate. His eyes roamed the crowd of people. Loved ones, family, spouses, all waiting for the person they loved most to walk out of that tunnel. Instead Harry was greeted by and Elderly man, holding up a sign that said ‘Styles’. Harry hesitantly walked over to the man, their gazes locking.

“You must be Mr. Styles.” The man smiled. His voice was jolly, and he had a thick British accent. It was nice to be back home, everyone had the same accents instead of people asking you to stay stuff because your accent is ‘posh’.

“It’s Harry.” He mumbled, picking up his suitcase. “Are we going or what?” Harry asked, he was in a less than tolerable mood.

“Of course, Mr. St- Harry.” He stuttered Harry’s hard gaze on him as they walked out to the car. Harry hopped in the back seat, hoping to avoid conversation with the man; he really wasn’t in the mood to talk. “St. Michael’s boarding school?” The man asks, hopping into the front seat. Harry grunts in response and puts in his headphones. This was going to be a long car ride.

***

Pulling up to the school, the man notifies Harry. He looks up to be greeted with a huge expanse of rock. The school looked like Hogwarts. He looked around to see nothing but fields and hills, he was trapped. Trapped in this surreal little world, cut off from civilization. He reluctantly opens his door to see the man pulling his cases from out of the boot.

“Thanks.” Harry mumbles, grabbing 2 cases as the man grabs another and a bag, walking up to the main entrance.

Inside was just as old as the outside. Wooden floors and eccentric walls, a few plaques and trophies here and there, it was huge. Harry walks over to reception, drinking in all the features of the grand entrance. The woman was in her mid-40’s, brown hair and tired eyes. Her thin hair was cast around her chubby face; a bored expression was plastered on her features.

“You must be Harry Styles.” She inquires; her stocky fingers were tapping on the desk. Harry nods in response. “I’ll have someone take your things up to your room; the Head Mistress would like to see you.” She says, pointing to a room across the corridor, not even looking up at Harry. He rolls his eyes and slowly makes his way towards the door, knocking on the big oak structure.

“Come in.” A female voice calls from inside the door. Harry saunters in, collapsing onto one of the hairs in from of the woman’s desk. She was around 40, maybe 50. Her grey roots showing through her mousy brown hair dye. Her face was wrinkled, probably due to stress and she was of average weight. “Ah, you must be Harry Styles. I’m Mrs Greene.” She smiles and Harry nods. He didn’t want to be here, it wasn’t his choice, so why put in the effort? “Do you know why you’re here, Mr. Styles?” She asks, pursing her lips.

“Because some people don’t know how to have fun.” Harry smirks, leaning back in his chair.

“Actually, Mr. Styles, it’s because you don’t take your school work seriously. Is that true?” She walks round to the front of the desk and perches on the end.

“I would call it, being a sociable person.” He replies.

“Well, Mr. Styles. I can see by the way you’re acting that this isn’t going to be easy. I want to change you, change you for the better. The reports I have received from your old college were shocking and you are a very bright boy, you just chose not to put the effort in. The faster you change your ways, the faster you get sent home. However, Mr. Styles, this school like any other, has rules. You will follow these rules. Failure to do so will result in you being expelled, do you understand?” She says, her voice cold. Harry nods again, putting in as little effort as possible. If he could get expelled, he could go back home, simple.

“I said, do you understand?” She glares at Harry, her stare suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

“Yes, Miss.” Harry tenses.

“Good. I have assigned someone to keep you company and show you the ropes around here. Get you to your lessons; help you with assignments, make sure you’ve settled in. That sort of thing.” She says, walking over to her door.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Harry spits, his focus locked on the creaky window in front of him.

“This is our head girl, Elena Miller; she will be your guide around the school.” Mrs Greene says, ignoring Harry’s comment.

Harry turns around to be greeted by a gorgeous girl. Her dark blonde hair was tied up in a bun, showing off her features perfectly. Her cheekbones were prominent, giving structure to her face and thick eyebrows hung over her light-blue eyes. Not a single ounce of make-up was on her skin, none that he could tell anyway. Her body was thin; the uniform she was wearing wasn’t doing her much justice either. Traveling down her body, his eyes find her long legs, legs that look like they could go on forever. Harry loved girls with great legs; he found them such a turn on. Snapping out of his daze, he gets up and walks over to the girl.

“Harry Styles.” He states, reaching out his hand for her to shake. She does so, her cheeks inflaming at the contact. Harry smirked, knowing that he already had this effect over the girl. He had this effect over all girls; they couldn’t get enough of his cheeky smile and curly hair.

“Uhm, so we’ll get you to your dorm room first. You can sleep or do whatever and then tomorrow we can unpack your things, ready to start lessons the following day.” She beams. Harry rolls his eyes, her preppy attitude was sickening.

“Thank you, Miss. Miller. Good bye Mr. Styles.” Mrs Greene says, opening the door to let them out and quickly closing it behind them.

“The dorms are in the back building so follow me.” Elena says, not making eye contact with Harry. She felt nervous around him, like she felt the need to impress him. Harry just huffs in response, digging his hands into his pockets and following the blonde. Sure she was hot, but that attitude was not for him. He liked girls who were laid back, relaxed and knew how to have a good time. Not girls who are head girl and are so far up teachers asses that you can’t even see them anymore.

Elena babbled on about the collages curriculum whilst Harry’s mind was long gone. They reached the dorm building and Elena pulled out a key, opening the doors.

“This is the boys building. The girls’ building is on the other side of campus. It’s forbidden for boys to go in there, just as it is for girls to be in here. I’m an exception as I’m showing you around.” She informs him, creeping up the stairs. It was about 11 p.m. but Harry was still on America time, so it didn’t affect him that much. Elena however, couldn’t stop yawning.

“Here’s your room.” She says, handing him the key. “If you need anything, come and get me.” She looks up at him, her gaze locks on his. He steps closer to her, his tall frame towering over hers, but not by much. His breath was hot on her face, the smell of spearmint and aftershave clouded her senses.

“You’re blocking the door, Elena.” Harry whispers, smirking at the flustered state she is in.

“Oh… S-Sorry.” She stutters, backing away from the door as swiftly as possible. “You c-can call me El. Everyone does.” She looks down, embarrasses from their previous encounter. Harry puts the key in the lock and turns it, stepping into the room and looking back at the blonde. Her cheeks were red and her breath was quickened. He chuckled lightly to himself before smirking.

“Goodnight, Elena.”

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