Half A Heart (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Sick

I could just imagine him grabbing a small, freckled boy by hood and slamming against the wall.

His fist colliding with the helpless child's face.

The blood appearing on the boys bust lip.

His fist colliding with his stomach, one last slap to the face.

The. The small hoy falling to the floor, with nobody to help him.

Harry's boot finding it's way not the boys already injured stomach and then leaving the small boy there, to help himself and Harry's cronies cackling behind him and sniggering at the small boys pain, their amusement, Harry's adrenaline, there is only one word that comes to mind;

Sick.

"Willow, Willow" I was drawn out of my apparent trance by Laura's hand being waves in front of my face.

"What?" I asked her coming back to earth and she was gently smiling at me.

"You went in a trance, that's us at drama come in, you will love Mr Strewth" She announced pulling me into the classroom. As I walked in the teacher was standing at the front of the classroom smiling and saying hello to all of the pupils as they arrived.

"Well, hello Laura, who is this you have brought with you?" He asked smiling warmly at me.

"Oh, sir, this is Willow Martin, she is new here, she is in your class now" She told him and he clapped his hands together briskly smiling.

"Great, well Willow, lovely to meet you" He stuck his hand out for me to shake and as odd as it was I obliged, he seemed so friendly with this massive grin covering his face as he shook my hand.

"Strong hand, Miss Martin, that's always good. Now follow Laura and she will take you up to put your bag at the back and then come sit down amongst your fellow classmates and we will begin" He told us and walked to his desk. We did as he instructed and then joined the class at the front sitting down like you did in pre school, legs in a basket watching intensely to see what the teacher has to tell you, although the only difference was that this class was made up of teenage students of a high school wanting to get the period over so they cold get to interval.

"Now, drama, is an expressive art. The title fits the subjects personality perfectly, drama is an in which you express yourself, not through how you feel though but letting your emotions be fitted and tweaked perfectly to create a new diverse character. Someone totally different from you but yet you pour all of your emotions int being that person, living the life of that person" He explained passion lacing his words as I watched him and listened to everything he said treasuring every deep word that he spoke.

"Our next topic folks is improvisation, now first of all, the definition of improvisation, em Darren" He asked pointing t a boy with a quiff sitting at the back.

"Doing it on the spot sir, just making it up, going with the flow" He said using this hand action when he said going with the flow using his hand to cut through the air in a straight line, I wanted to laugh bug apparently nobody found his attempts at being cool funny, so apparently this is cool round here.

"Yes, perfect Darren, exactly although the definition I would prefer you to use wold be a performance that an actor has not practiced and does with whatever is available at the time" He corrected him and Darren scoffed but Mr Strewth decided to ignore him and continued.

"Now, let's see, Molly go to the back get a coffee gable set upon it, one tea cup, two coasters and pit two chairs out on either side of the table, please" He asked and I watched as a girl stood in and got the required props and set and put them out on the stage at the back of the classroom. Once everything was sitting as Mr Strewth had requested he walked to the back and stood on the stage.