UGH, my sigh was extra loud in my head as I waited for my unfortunate school schedule to finish copying. My counselor just smiled at me, a little too cheery. She inspected it one last time, and handed it to me. "Well, it looks like drama is your next period Harry, I hope you enjoy it. Maybe it'll just change your life," I scoffed and laughed at the same time in my mind. How would drama change my life? I mean, come on. "That should be all Mr.Styles, have a wonderful senior year," She smiled, wrote me a slip, and sent me back to math.
I walked back to class without the bounce in my lanky step, I dreaded that I dropped my free study hall. I needed that time. "Hi Harry!" A freshman looked at my oogly eyes and waved, I waved back.
"Helloo," I smiled and she nearly melted into a puddle. That was the power I had in this school. To make girls melt into puddles. Not the type of guy to be taking a drama class to pass high school, especially with some newbie teacher. I walked back into math and slid into my desk.
"Thank you for interrupting my class once again, Mr. Styles," The teacher didn't bother to turn away from the board as she retorted my entrance.
"The pleasure is all mine," I smirked and picked up my pen, scribbling down the nonsense that was on the board.
Louis's Point of View
"Shit...Shit... SHIT! Where are those damn lesson plans..." I muttered to myself. I scrambled around my desk and planning room, looking for random sheets of messy handwriting. I caught myself an internal battle with myself. My mum was right should of typed them and saved them to my computer. NO! My mum wasn't right, I work better with last minute notes. Improv, right? I am teaching a drama class... The bell from the last hour rang, and passing time had started. "Shit." I continued looking for the plans until I started hearing voices and feet walk into the room. I smiled as the students said their hellos and found their seats. The final bell rang, and I started my spiel.
"Hi, most of you met me yesterday, but my email states that a few new students are joining us today... I'm Mr. Tomlinson, teaching Drama in classroom 211. Are you all in the correct classroom?" Most of the students stared off into space and some nodded. "Okay, let me take attendance.." Shit, the attendance list is in my lesson plans. I opened my computer to a new list. "Andextra.... Bealle..... Cavallari....Dmitri....Efferson.... Frank...." I droned on and on as students took their time to say here, some names I had to call out twice due to the lack of attention in the room.
"Styles... Harry Styles?" I looked around the room, glancing for someone to answer.
"Here," a small voice called out. I looked toward the door. A lanky and tall student stood there, he smiled and two dimples appeared deep into his face. "Sorry I'm late, I didn't know where this classroom was." He blushed a little at the point he was admitting his embarrassment. His eyes were a bright green, as in the type of grass you would see in an illustrated fairytale. They were...beautiful.
"W...Well, Mr. Styles it's nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Tomlinson; and welcome to Drama," I stumbled over my words at first, but regathered myself. "Take a seat," I smiled. This year was going to be hard with that distraction.
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FanfictionHarry Styles, the typical high school jock. Green eyes that made a person putty in his hands, the boy next door life, dimples so big that you could nap in them, and his curly hair imitated free flowing waves. Perfect life, and had all he wanted. He...
