Switching roles (Larry)

Chapter one

"Come on Lads! We don't have all night!" Harry said using one of those whisper-shouting voices. It was around one o'clock in the morning and Harry needed to get home before his parents realized he was gone. H ehad a group of five of his friends. They were more like puppets though. He used them to get what he wanted, and so they would bail him out of sticky situations. He was frequently in them.

Anyways, they had walked about a half an hour to reach their teachers house in holmes chapel. They hated her. Ms.Mahogany. She gave out too much homework and held a grudge against Harry and anyone he even talks to. So they decided it was time to pay her a "friendly" visit... By vandalizing and destroying her property.

"Alright lads, do you have the spraypaint?" He asked impatiently.

"It's right here, and I'd appreciate some respect, Styles. We're doiing this for you, you know." One of them responded to him bluntly. "Just give me the fucking bottle." He snapped. He couldn't care less if he didn't have them. He could get another group of guys that needed popularity credit, or a needy group of lovesick, high school sluts. It was thst easy for him. Possibly that's why he treated everyone he could like shit. He had had everything handed to him on a silver platter, fit for the king of Engalnd. He didn't need to be nice to people. He would get what he wanted, and needed anyways.

So he proceeded on his way to the woman's backyard, first admiring the old rustic look of the house, then deciding it was time for the house to be ruined. He handed the other boys the other bottles of spray paint and began to vandalize the house in swear words and graphic images on the back side of the poor woman's house. They also decided it would be "for the best" if the threw toilet paper over the top of it. So that's what they did. They picked up their belongings and set them down in front of the old house, and began to throw roll after roll of toilet paper over the roof. and into trees that surrounded the house.

That's when it happened. The thing that would change Harry's life forever. Even if eh didn't know it yet. It would give the biggest freaking wake up call ever.

A police car carrying 4 police men pulled around the corner.

All the boys freezed as they stopped the car and immurged. None of them ran, due to the fact the cops were holding guns. Not up in the air pointing at them but either in their belts, or in their hands to the side. The cops were very calm about the whole situation.

"Put the toilet paper down, drop the spray paint, and walk towards the vehicle slowly."

They obeyed.

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"Jesus, Harry. You're out of control. You're almost junior and you can't behave for two freaking seconds!" His mothers voice was raised high enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.

"Like I care what you think. I was just trying to have fun." Harry points out staring intensley at the carpet floor, not daring to look his mother in the eyes.

"Fun? Is that what you call fun? You ruined a teachers home, got arrested, and got thrown in jail. Harry! When are you going to wak eup and realize that all the things you do... smoke, drink, vandalize, curse, and not care about school are going to effect your life in ways you can't imagine. You won't be able to go anywhere with your life!" At this point she was screaming at him with a face flushed bright red like a wild cherry.

"I'll realize that when you realize that life goes by fast, and you can't spend all of it working, and not having any fun!" Harry slammed his large hands harshley againts the table beneath him making his mother step back. He was buff, scary. She didn't know what happened to her baby boy and that made her tear fill with salt water. "Just... Go upstairs and will discuss this in the morning please Harry. And the bills for the repair of the house are coming out of your savings!" She turned away from her son as his long limbs disappeared up the stairs.

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A florecent yellow light covered all of Harry's face as he awoke, and just as he did, he began to notice that things were rather strange. As he sat up in his bed there were three suitcases sitting in the corner of his room, his posters were gone, and his house was quiet.

It was never this quiet in the Styles house.

He immurged from his bed as a bear would from hibernation. Slowly, groggily, and lazily. He sighed just after remembering the events of the previous night. "Shit." He mumbled to himself while stomping his way to the stairs. After reaching his kitchen, he then realized that things were even more strange. There was a plate of scrammbled eggs, bacon, a buiscutt, and toast. It still had steam rising from it, showing it wasn't made all that long ago. "Hello!?" Harry shouted.

No response.

"I don't know what your getting at guys, but it isn't funny!" He shouted, even louder.

No response.

It wasn't scaring him now, it was merely annoying him. He slowly tip-toed to their living room searching fo rhis family when he saw them all peacefully sitting, legs crossed, polietly smiling. "What's this about?" He asked, nervously eyeing them in the process. "We have something to tell you, but don't freak out." His mom began slowly.

"Well, what is it?"

"You're going to boarding school."