Hello! How are you all doing today?

I'll leave here a video showing what the rond de jambe fouetté is.

I know I should've done it like five chapters ago.
But well.
I'm stupid.

Btw the men at the end of this video gives me life.

That's it.
Hope you like this chapter!
See you all tomorrow.

Love you!
Mag 🦋

F O U R T E E N

"It was Harry, you bastard!" - Emily yelled at me after class.

"What was Harry?" - Niall asked.

"He slept with Harry!"

"Emily shut up!" - I said while looking around us to see if anyone had heard. - "Nobody can know."

"So it's true!"

"Yes, but shut the fuck up!"

"How was It?"

"I'm not going to give you details, he is still your teacher." - I told her.

"He is yours too, and that didn't stop you."

"I just don't want to talk about it."

"Was it that bad?" - Niall laughed.

"No, it was amazing. But stop it."

"What did he say to you?"

"Nothing, we didn't talk yet."

"Oh my God! And you have class tonight!" - Emily yelled.

"Low your fucking voice!"

"You should record the class and send it to us." - Niall said.

"No way."

"Are you nervous?" - Emily teased.

"No."

"Yes, you are. I can see it."

"I just have to talk to him. But I don't know how."

"Why?"

"Because I kinda don't want this to be only a one time thing, you know?"

"You like him!"

"That's insane, mate." - Niall added.

"You, don't you dare tell your mother, Niall. I'll kill you."

"Sure, Lou."

"I hate you both so much."

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After lunch I kept biting my nails during the whole evening, that was until I returned to my bedroom and ate something as dinner, before my individual class with Harry.

You can talk to him. It's not that hard.

I walked down the hallways taking deep breaths and thinking about what I was going to say to him.
Then I entered the room, ready to talk to Harry.

"Hey!" - I said.

"Hello, Louis." - He said while connecting his phone to the speaker. - "I was thinking that today maybe we can continue with the rond de jambe fouetté, you know to make them perfect and that you get used to doing more than twenty five in a row. That way we can make sure that what you achieved on Friday night wasn't just a coincidence."

"Sure, no prob. But Harry, I was thinking maybe we could talk a bit first."

"After the class, Louis."

"Okay. Yeah."

There it goes my bravery.

I left my bottle on the floor and placed the barre in the middle of the room.
Harry took out his shoes and he took the spot next to me on the barre.

"You'll just have to put up with me and my easy exercises for now, at least until I recover my strength."

"It's okay, it's nice to see you dance." - I smiled.

"This is not dancing. It's just a warm up."

"Either way, it's nice." - I shrugged.

"Okay. Let's do tendú, fermé, chassé, allongée, temps lié, fermé. Then we repeat everything en croix."

I nodded and we both did the same sequence in sync, in front of the mirror, holding onto the barre.
Once we finished he told another sequence and we repeated.

It was somehow calm and nice. And I could tell he was happier now that he was at least trying these few exercises. I didn't want him to stop, he was enjoying it even if it was just a few simple movements. Just as if he was brought back to life.

But he left me alone after a few exercises.

"Did it hurt? Your knee I mean." - I asked.

"A little. It 's bearable."

"Cool."

"I forgot to ask you today, did Zayn make you hurt?"

"My lower back, yes."

"What did you feel?"

"A prick."

"Does it hurt now?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Let me see."

He turned me around and lifted my shirt to have a better sight of my back.

"Where was the prick?"

"Here." - I pointed on the right side of my lower back.

"Let me know if this hurts, okay?"

I nodded.

He pressed his fingertips on the place I told him.
He looked at me through the mirror and I shook my head.
Then he elevated my leg behind me, making me arch my back, resembling the position Zayn forced that same morning.

"Tell me if It hurts." - He kept elevating it until I felt the prick again.

"There. Stop."

"Ok, it's not bad, then. I thought it was worse. Maybe you should go see a doctor or something, but it is not something you can't recover from."

"But I can keep dancing, right?"

"Yes, as long as it doesn't hurt much. You should know when to stop."

"Okay. Let's do those turns then." - I smiled widely at him.

He stared at me, and shook his head.

"What?" - I said.

"You're something else, Louis Tomlinson."

"I know." - I smirked.

I took my spot in front of the mirror after leaving the barre aside, and prepared myself to do thirty rond de jambe fouetté again.

Harry gave me some more advice and I tried a few times.
Reaching Twenty seven, Twenty nine, Thirty.
Every time a different number. But still they were all pretty good.

"I bet Liam can't do more than ten." - I said when I stopped to drink some water.

"He does around Twenty five. I saw him the other day. He is pretty good."

"Not as good as I am."

"You both make a great pas de deux."

"I did best with Emily though."

"Oh no, you have no place to complain. If you think that now I'm going to do everything you want, you're really wrong, Tomlinson. You're still following my rules inside the classroom."

"And outside the classroom?" - I teased.

"Shut up and show me those turns."

"Yes, sir."

That's what we kept doing the rest of the night, I tried to reach thirty turns or more every time, and I must say I did it most of the times.

I'm proud of myself.

"Harry." - I said once I let myself collapse on the ground after we finished.

"What?"

"I think I need to know what happens next."

"Next of what?"

"With you, and me."

"There's no next."

I sighed and stood up facing him.

"Ok, you don't want to do the talk, I get it. I'll do it anyways." - I said taking a step forward.- "I don't want you to think that I had sex with you because I want a special treatment from you or to demand for something. I did that because let's be honest, I'm attracted to you, and what we did the other day... it was... it was... well you get it, you were there too."

"No I don't get it. It was what?" - He teased.

"You know."

"No, I don't." - He said and I sighed in frustration.

"It was very, really good."

"Was it?" - He raised an eyebrow and started walking slowly towards me.

"Yeah." - I shrugged.

"I know when someone wants to take advantage of me. And I know you are not the case. At first maybe I thought that, but now that I know you are perseverant and you're willing to improve, I know you don't just want a role, you want to be better. I see that on you, Louis." - He said and cupped my cheek, leaning on and kissed me shortly.

"Why was that for?"

"Why do you think?" - he raised an eyebrow.

"You want me." - I laughed and hit his chest playfully. - "You fucking want me too." - I continued laughing.

"Why is that so funny?"

"It just is. I mean, you are you!" - I laughed again.

"And?"

"Nothing." - I stopped laughing. - "Kiss me again."

"No. I feel like anyone can see us here. Want to go to my place?"

It took me a bit for surprise but I simply nodded and followed him out of the building.