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E L E V E N

Friday night came and it was the last individual class with Harry this week.
And I needed to achieve those thirty fucking Rond de jambe fouetté.
Today was my deadline.

I was nervous, but prepared.

That day I decided to skip classes in the morning, mostly because I wanted to avoid Zayn, but also to rest my legs before the class with Harry.

I slept all morning, and it was amazing.

Emily was kinda annoyed that she had to go alone, but she is a big girl, she can handle it.
Best part was leaving Liam without a partner, Emily said he was completely angry.
He couldn't do the class without his duet. Oops.

It was a pretty good day, and it was about to get even better.
Because I could see Harry.

"Hello!" - I said as I crossed the door.

"Good mood today?" - He smirked.

"Very." - I nodded and sat on the floor to do my usual stretching.

"You missed class today though." - He said while leaning on the barre.

"Yeah, sorry. I was trying to avoid your assistant, you know?"

"Oh. Sure. Yeah, I get it. I can talk to him if he is bothering you, you know?"

"No, it's alright. I will handle it on my own."

"Sure."

"Can we start? I'm ready to nail those turns."

Harry laughed.
He laughs so damn cute.

"Yes. Want to do a couple of exercises first? Since you didn't train in the morning..."

"Yeah, that would be great." - I smiled.

We started with a few warming up exercises in the barre and a few simple sequences as a training and balance checking.
But for the first time, He wasn't just telling me what to do, he was actually doing them by my side.

Weird.

"It doesn't hurt you? This kind of exercise?" - I asked when we ended up with the tendú sequence.

"I have to recover my strength and all at some point. I need to start by doing something, don't you think?" - He said and I nodded. - "And now that you know, I thought I could use this time too. Not only to help you. Although I know I won't be able to dance like before, I can't stay still and do nothing either."

"Sure, I don't know what I'd do if that happens to me. I would probably be depressed and crying for years."

"Yeah, been there too. But eventually I thought I needed to do something with my life. And that's teaching."

I smiled at him sincerely.

We kept doing tendú and dégage for a while.
Then he put the barre aside and we moved on to simple turns, déboulés, pirouettes and promenades.
All in order to find my inner balance.

Of course Harry didn't do those movements. That would be too hard on his knee. He just watched me doing them. But it was good to have his company while it lasted.

I finished those and I placed myself in front of the mirror, ready to face the real deal.
Ready to dazzle Harry with my thirty rond de jambe fouetté.

You can do this shit, Louis.

"What are you thinking?" - Harry snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I'm just telling myself I'm the best. And that I'll be the protagonist of your ballet." - I said and Harry giggled.

"Show me your turns first, then we can talk about that. I'm not acceding to anything before I make sure you can do those rond de jambe fouetté."

"Is that a threat?"

"I call it motivation." - He smirked.

I laughed and prepared my fourth position, I remembered quickly of every indication Harry gave me the previous classes.

I reviewed every single part of my body to see if it was in place, and tried to go through every correction and advice he ever gave me.
I had all the skills to do it right. To achieve my goal.
I just simply needed to do it.

Okay. I took a deep breath and let myself go

First turn, more impulse.
Second turn, focus on your arms.
Third turn, maintain that leg up.
Fourth turn, look at the fixed point, don't lose it.
Fifth turn, more plié between turns.

"C'mon, Louis." - I heard Harry said.

Seventh turn, fuck Harry is damn hot when he is concentrated.
Eighth turn, Louis, focus you idiot.
Ninth turn, elevate your leg.

"Elevate your leg, Louis. You don't have to look tired."

Tenth turn, I knew it.
Eleventh turn, keep watching your fixed point, not Harry.
Twelfth turn, but I want to see his expression.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, What the hell are you looking at?"

Fifteenth turn, fuck he noticed.
Sixteenth turn, focus again. Arms, eyes, legs, plié, you got this.

"Remember to make a clean ending, don't trip."

Twentieth turn, ten more to go.

"C'mon, only nine more, Louis."

Twenty three, twenty four, twenty five, yes I passed my limit. Twenty seven.

I tripped.
Floor. Shit fuck shit fuck.

I didn't even end it clean. I just tripped over my own feet and fell.
Awesome.

"Again."

"Yes, sir."

And I tried again.
I reached only twenty four.

And then again.
Also Twenty four this time.

And then again.
Twenty. Only twenty?

And again, and again, and again, never reaching thirty.

Never. Not only once.
Every time I tried it seemed more far away.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

I know I can.

"Louis it's almost eleven pm. I guess we should call it a day."

"No." - I said as I placed myself in fourth position again. - "I'm going to do this."

"I don't think you are ready just yet. We can continue on monday."

"No. I'm leaving today knowing I'm your lead dancer, or I'm not leaving."

"Louis you are tired. You're not going to do it today."

"I'm not leaving, Harry."

"Okay, five more tries, then I'm leaving."

"I don't need five. This is it."

Harry laughed.

"If you say so."

"I very much say so." - I said firmly.

"Sure." - Harry smiled. - "Focus on everything we talked about."

I nodded and reviewed every inch of my body again, remembering everything, and calming myself down.
Because with all the rush I would probably trip after the first one.

And I didn't want that.

I closed my eyes and felt my entire body, felt every muscle, felt my breathing and the floor below me. I felt it all.

So opened my eyes and impulsed myself.

One, two, three, four, elevate your leg, Louis.
Five, six, seven, you can't look tired. Smile.
Ten, eleven, twelve, show him what you worth.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.

"Remember to make more plié between turns, Louis."

Twenty, twenty one, twenty two.

"Be careful with your ending. Don't trip."

Twenty four, twenty five, twenty six.

"You are doing well. C'mon, just a few more."

Twenty eight, twenty nine, damn I have impulse for more.

Thirty.

I don't want to stop.

Thirty one, thirty two. One more.
Thirty three. And I stopped.

Thirty fucking three.

I finished it by returning my feet to the ground with a clean Fourth position and a big smile on my face.

I did it and I was feeling great. I wanted to enjoy this moment for the rest of my life.

"Well, I guess you're hired." - Harry said with a tiny smile.

I looked up to him and felt my heart racing.

He was...

He said...

I just did...

Damn I was so happy.

And he was just... so Harry.

I couldn't contain it in me and I ran towards him grabbing his cheeks in my hands, pulling his face down to press my lips against his.

Shit.

What. am. I. doing?.

I am kissing Harry Styles. Shit.

He wasn't moving, he wasn't exactly responding to it, but he wasn't backing off either. He just stayed there while I kissed him.

And I pulled away. Because, this was so wrong.

"I'm so so sorry, I'm an idiot. Sorry Mr. Styles. I shouldn't have done that."

He looked at me with still a surprised look on his face.

"I was just taken by the excitement." - I continued, seeing that he didn't respond yet. - "Sorry." - I insisted but he still didn't say anything and I was feeling worse. So guilty, so out of place. I looked around, not knowing what to do. - "Do you want me to go?"

"No." - He shook his head, taking him out of his trance.

"Okay..." - I trailed.

He walked to me and grabbed me by my arms.
He leaned slowly towards me and closed his eyes, joining his lips with mine.

Now he was kissing me, slowly and tenderly.
He slid his hands to my waist to keep me close.
I'm not going anywhere though.

I followed his lead and melted under his touch.
He was different than I expected him to be.
He was so sweet, and tender and lovely.

Until he backed off.

"I can't do this here." - He said.

"I know, sorry, it's not right. I should leave."

"No! Damn. No, don't go." - He said, grabbing my wrist.

"I don't understand."

"Do you know somewhere more private?"

"Mhm, maybe the rooftop?" - I said not very convinced.

"Lead the way."

What the hell was happening?