You Can't Change Me (Narry Storan)

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Harry leans back in his swivel chair, running his fingers through his hair - causing it to come out from its flat style. His curls fall down and frame his upper face, Harry blows a stray curl away from his eyes and rubs his temples. It's been another long night of studying, he hears the birds singing from outside and he groans. He had another all-nighter, his mother will not be happy with him.

He stands up and stretches, his loosening from sitting in the upright chair all night. He rolls his neck and shoulders and looks at the clock. He has about an hour before his mum comes home from her over-night nursing job, he decides to use the time to take a shower and get ready for the school day ahead of him. Hopefully the warm water will help keep him awake.

Once he steps out of the shower he eyes himself in the mirror, there are heavy, purple bags underneath his eyes again. He sighs and opens the cabinet, taking out his hair gel. His curly hair always gets in the way, so he tends to gel it back, giving him a more professional look. He brushes his teeth and puts his glasses on.

He ties a towel around his waist and walks into his closet, pulling out a white button up shirt, a tan Oxford vest and his khakis. He dresses and then slips his feet into the polyester socks and his freshly shined shoes. He smiles at himself in the mirror.

"Spiffy." He nods, shouldering his bag and walking down the stairs.

As he gets into the kitchen, his mum walks through the front door. She eyes him curiously, it's barely six o'clock. There is no reason for her son to be up an hour before the school even opens. She puts her hands on her hips, even though she is exhausted, she is still awake enough to question her only son.

"Harry, what are you doing up so early?"

"Had a nightmare," He lies smoothly, grabbing a box of his favorite cereal. "I thought it pointless just to get another hour of sleep, so I got an early start on my day."

Anne Cox doesn't believe her son, he has a serious habit of staying up all night reading or studying. She would rather he would just sleep, sleep all he wants, he is a teenage boy after all. But, sadly, all her son does is study, study, study.

He has his reasons, of course.

His mum has worked her arse off for seventeen years to raise Harry all on her own. She works practically all day and night. She is a waitress from eight a.m to two p.m, from the time Harry goes to school to when he comes back. Then, after dinner, she goes in to her over-night job as a nurse in the local hospital. She is a hard worker and is saving up for whatever they may need, in case of an accident, or anything along those lines, and college for Harry.

But, Harry doesn't like that at all. He begged for her to drop at least one of those jobs, he would get a job if they really needed the money. She told him no, she doesn't want him working. So instead he studies.

His dream is to go to Harvard Medical and become a wealthy Doctor, so his mum never had to work again for the rest of her life. He would get a full scholarship with the rate he was going, that is what he was working for.

Anne opens her mouth to speak, but Harry is making a quick escape. His cereal is already done and his bowl is in the sink, now he is trying to walk out of the door.

"Harry." His mum whines, stamping her foot like a six year old. "I don't want you staying up all night!"

"But, you do." he argues, cursing himself for being to slow.

"Yes, for my job. I don't have school five mornings out of the week!"

"I'm fine, mum." Harry assures, "I'm wide awake and I will go straight to sleep once I get back from school."

Anne knows that's a lie, because once he comes home he will do his homework, study for some big test, read some of his medical novels and they may have to repeat this conversation all over again the next morning. But, she sighs and reluctantly lets him off.

"Fine, but promise me that if you start to feel tired you will go to the nurse."

"I will, I promise." Harry lies, smoothly. The Nurse? He internally laughs, that woman doesn't know anything, she would just hand him an ice pack and send him on his way. He rolls his eyes and checks his watch, the walk to school is about ten minutes he would get there right about when the doors open. Classes don't start until eight, but he could spend that hour before hand in the library. He walks over to his mum and kisses her cheek.

"Go get some rest," He tells her, "I'm off."

"Get some rest?" She scoffs quietly as he walks out the door. "I wish you would take your own advice."

Harry hears her, but ignores it because she has every right to be worried. They are each others only family, but he knows that she is happy for what he is doing. Eventually she no longer has to do any over time or take on any more jobs. She can retire early and have more time to herself, he decided he wanted this when he noticed pre-mature greying In her hair. She is to stressed for her own good.

Harry troops into the school building, waving to the Janitor who just unlocked the doors. He makes his way to his locker and puts his backpack inside, only keeping what he needs to his first few periods. Then, he walks off to the school library.

The librarian, Miss.Fickle waits for him with a smile.

"Mr.Styles, I knew you were coming this morning. We just got a new book that I thought you would be interested in!" She digs into her desk and pulls out a thick educational novel, it's about seven hundred pages. Harry's eyes wide, but not with shock, with excitement. "It's a medical novel, it was Written by the Head teacher in Harvard."

"Oh, my god." He smiles, taking the heavy book into his hands. "This is what I've been looking for!"

"I'm glad I could find something to your liking." Miss.Fickle smiles, "Lucky for you, you're the only person in this school that would read that - so instead of shelfing it, I'm just going to give it to you."

"To me?" Harry asks, not looking away from the book. "But its so expensive."

"Just give me a discount if I ever need your help in the future." She winks, waving him off. "Take it, it's yours."

"Thank you, so much." He says, walking over to the table and opening it up right away. He goes to the back of the library, skimming the book with a small smile on his face. Harry loves learning new things, especially when it comes to the medical field. He takes pride in his nerdiness and need to learn - he doesn't think he would ever change himself.... And why would he ever have any reason to?

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-Edited-

So apparently I did a little swap with the names xD 

WHOOPS THANKS FOR THOSE WHO POINTED IT OUT !

So heres the first chappie x:

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