It's Missing.

Chapter One

Harry's POV

       Tap, tap, tap. My pen constantly clanked against the creaky wooden desk. I stared at the white board with the scramble of numbers and letters that educators called math. Why is this required? My cheek rested upon my fist. I watched as the teacher rushed between her desk with stacks of notes and the equation she had been working on. It's the second day of school, and I'm sitting in math already day dreaming. What a start to the school year. BUZZZ. The intercom went off in the classroom, scaring some of the kids senseless. Various kids jumped out of their half-awake states and went wide eyed at the amount of written nonsense on the board. I sighed and sat in my seat. Is this all my senior year is going to be? What are my plans? What's my next class? Should I go to my locker? Did my syllabus have to be signed? Nah. 

       "MR. STYLES," I heard a screech from the front of the room, causing me to wake up from my lucid state. I glanced around and then proceeded to point to myself.

        "Me?" I asked to no one in particular.

       "Yes, Mr. Styles, thank you for joining us. I'm sure your day dream was lovely, but it's not going to help you graduate this year. You're needed in the guidance office." The teacher nodded precisely to the door, making a "Hmph," sound as she turned her back to the class again. I rose from my seat and left the classroom discreetly, trying not to cause anymore trouble with her. 

         I shut the door behind me, mumbling something that wasn't the nicest statement about a teacher. I walked to the counselor's office. My legs were long, allowing me a faster route to the office. I walked to the receptionist's desk. "Uh, hi, I'm Harry Styles. I was called in for a meeting with my counselor." I nodded and she smiled at me, then looked down at her computer.

      "Yes, you're right here on the list. Go ahead and take a seat." She nodded and gestured to the seats against the wall. I took a seat and looked around the office. 

       "Hi Harry!" A group of girls walked by the office waving at me and smiling. I smiled at them and waved.

          "Hi girls." The group giggled and carried on with themselves. I waited and tapped my foot to the beat of a song.

          "Harry, you may come in now." My counselor kept her hand on her door frame and beckoned me in. I followed her into the closet sized office. The bulletin board on her wall had various pictures of past students, her family, and paperwork. I took a seat in the barely padded chairs, my bum making a "thump" noise against the bottom of it. She opened up my education plan on her laptop and turned it to face me. "Harry, this is your schooling education plan. And, this is your senior year. Our computer scanners were checking grades and deviding classes up this year. And, it noticed that you haven't filled your arts credit." I went wide eyed and instantly cussed in my head. DAMN. "Now, Harry, if you don't fulfill that credit... You can't graduate this year." My jaw dropped in shock.

"I have to graduate though! I have to be able to go to UNI. Is there anyway I can change any of my classes or get credit with a new course?" My mind was racking for anything. I was skeptical for possibilities and I was going to heave over if there were no other chances. She turned her laptop screen back to face her, the horror not appearing my way anymore.

"Well, most performing arts classes are full," I went wide eyed and dizzy, beginning to think I was going to faint, "but, Harry, we just opened up the drama course due to the fact we found a teacher last minute. Does...Does that sound like it's up your ally Mr.Styles?" She looked at me grimly, lowering her glasses on the bridge of her nose. At this point, I could care less if it was up my ally. I HAVE TO GRADUATE.

"I'll take it." She smiled and nodded at me like she had not just ruined my senior year. Drama? Really?