The Theater Room

Chapter 5

Erins' POV:

Being a drama major is incredibly fun so far. I'd had music appreciation for my first class, Victorian Literature, then Art and I've got one left for the day, theater.  It's 12:45 and i've started my walk to the dinning hall considering I have two hours and fifteen minutes till my last class of the day starts, I figured eating lunch would be a good thing to pass some time. When I arrive I go and grab a salad and some green tea then take my seat at a table in a corner area where no one else is at and I take out the book Emma is letting me barrow and I start to read as I eat.

Twenty-two chapters in i've finished my food and I sit with my feet propped in a chair next to me as I continue to read, the chapters in this book are shortish so i'm getting some serious ground covered. I lift my tea and go to take a sip when someone clears their voice and I flinch and spill some tea. I set the book on the table followed by my cup then I look at my uniform. "Great.. Just great, A yellow looking stain on this stupid white shirt." I huff then look at the table, "Oh my god!" I shriek when I look down at the book, I yank the book up examining the back cover of the book. It flippin soaked. "You have got to be shitting me." I curse and run my free hand through my hair then I remember why I flinched and I look up.

"What are you doing here?" I ask as I look at the boy who is hidden behind his Ray Ban's, "I saw you were alone.. I- I'm sorry is your book messed up?" Harry asked, "It's not my book.." I sigh and look at the book once more. "Well it's not really your problem then, if its the schools just go hid it back in the library." "It's not the schools. It's Emma's." "Oh shit." Yeahh.." "I made the mistake of dogearing a page in one of her books before and I thought she was going to cut one of my hands off." "Well I think soaking her book in tea trumps dogearing a page Harry." I said and stood up slinging my bag over my shoulder and grabbing my trash and the tea soaked book and walking off.

I threw away my trash and went out onto the courtyard and sat down in a nice grassy spot and just looked at the book and flipped through the pages then a shadow appeared next to me and I look up to see Harry. "What Harry?" "Look i'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I'll take the blame for it." "No i'm not going to lie to her. I did it. I sat it down in a damn tea puddle." I reply and he sits next to me and after a minute or two he takes the book from me then stands up, and I do the same.

"What are you doing?" "Taking the book." "No you're not." "Yes. I am." "Harry I swear give me the book." "No." "Haven't you caused enough?!" I sort of shouted and he looked taken back, "What are you talking about?" "Hmm let's think real hard. What happen not five minutes ago?" I ask and pointed behind me toward the dinning hall. "Something." he smirked and it set me over the edge. "Okay, look here. I'm new here and the one person I do know I just might as well destroyed her favorite book. She even told me if I just so much as crinkle a page she'd never let me read another one of her books again. Look at this damn book!" I say and pull it away from him. "I'd say this is more than just a little crinkled page issue!" "God calm down." he snaps.

"No Harry I won't I'm mad. I don't have many friends and the ones I do it took me forever to be able to trust them and let them be close to me. I probably just messed up my chances of making a new friend because of this. That is why i'm mad, that is why I won't calm down. I went extremely out of my comfort zone and really talked with Emma yesterday, and now this happens." I say and hold up this godforsaken book. "Just get a new one." he huffs. "That might be what you do but i'm not like you. I don't destroy something that doesn't belong to me then go out and by a replacement for it to try and cover my ass." I reply and place the book in my bag. 

"I need to go I have a class soon. Bye Harry." I say and walk away in the direction of where the theater is. It's 2:45 and I decide to just go wait in the theater. I couldn't stand being there with him any longer. When I arrive I take a seat in the back of the theater and take out the book once more. 
The back cover is damp and some of the back pages are wet. "Ughh.. maybe I can fix you.." I mumble then slide the book back in my bag.

I rest my head back on the chair and close my eyes until the class starts. At 3:00 on the dot our theater director walks onto the stage with several sets of papers. "When I call your names please come up onto the stage." she said as she fumbled through her papers, "Midna, you have to read part of maid, Wesely, you have to read part of wealthy homeowner, and Paul, Phil, Ann, Erin, and Harry you all just come up and act as towns people. This is set in a town setting. Now come on." she says and claps her hands then exits off the stage and sits in the front row.

Hmm a guy named Harry in my drama class. It can't be St- "Oh you've got to be kidding me." I say as I walk up onstage and indeed see Mr. Styles. He turns and sees me and so many looks come over him, he quickly walks over to me and tugs at my arm to follow and I do so unwillingly.

"And begin!" our director shouts and Midna and Wesely begin to read their lines and the other "towns people" start to act like townsmen. Harry and I just look like an pissed married couple. Great way to start theater class.

"What are you doing here?" he asks in a frantic whisper, "Umm well seeing as to how I am drama major I have to take theater. So ergo theater class." I say and pull my arm from his grasp. "You can't tell a soul I'm in this class." he replays causing me to raise my brow, "Why?" "I'm the badass sports guy. I'm friends with all the jocks, I'm a star soccer player. I can't be seen at drama class." he says like it's the most known fact in the world.

"Someone cares to much what people think about him." I say and walk past him but he turns me around. "Do. not. tell anyone. Do you understand me?" he says getting more on the agitated side, "And if I do?" I ask as a smirk takes over my expression, "..Uh.. I'll tell Emma about the book." "Honey I planned on doing that when I got back to the dorm later. Try again." I say and take a step away from him when he drops my arm. I take it he's not tested by girls often.

"Face it Styles. I have something you want no one to know, and you.. you have nothing on me. Because you don't know me." "Well you don't know me either miss perfect." he says and steps toward me, "Oh I know plenty.You're the star player on the team, you think you can get away with anything, you think just because you flash that dimpled grin at me i'll swoon and fall in love with you, but no that's not the case with me. You think that because you can get away with bossing around the other girls on campus that you can do the same with me, but let me tell you this. That is not going to happen. I have a mind of my own, you can't tell me what to do." I reply and a look of worry crosses his face.

"Are you going to tell?" he asks, "This will be a secret between you, me, and The Theater Room."  "Really?" he asks sounding shocked, "Yeah, but just know.. Piss me off and I have something on you." I smirk and walk away from a dumbfounded looking Harry. This is going to be interesting.

*Authors Note: Long time no write, holy crap! I haven't updated this fic in months. Sorry about that. 
But i'm going to try harder to not let this happen again. Thanks for reading! And comment and like I love to get feedback. :)