T H I R T Y    T W O

"Good morning, Bunny."

"Good morning." - I said, lifting my head from the pillow and looking at the clock. Seven am.

"I'm heading to the Academy, I left you something for breakfast already. See you later yeah?"

"Yeah. I love you." - I said from the bed and still half asleep.

"I love you too." - He smiled and pecked my lips, before leaving the bedroom.

Seconds later I heard the sound of the entrance door closing and I knew I was all alone. Again.
It's been a week since I was expelled and everyday has been the same.
Harry wakes up at five thirty to prepare himself and go teach, while I stayed here, doing nothing until rehearsal time came, at six in the evening.

I was bored, tired and annoyed.
I was desperate for action, I needed movement, to do stuff, but I ran out of things to do on day two.
I started doing some ballet in the living room, but It was not the same as having a teacher in front of you. I couldn't count with my friends either, since they were at the academy too.
The only one who wasn't there, was me.

I was losing it, and it was only the first week. I still had two months and three more weeks of loneliness ahead.
Yey.

I mean, it's hard to lose your routine. I used to wake up with Harry, drive to the Academy, take my classes, join my friends for lunch, see Harry in the corridors or in his office, then rehearse, and go back to the flat and start all over again. And I loved every second of it. It made me happy.
I was doing everything I wanted, I was dancing and doing what I loved.
And now I didn't have any of that.

But the worst part was being away from Harry all day.
Damn, Louis. You're really dependent, aren't you?

So lately the only thing I did was wait until the clock hit five pm so I could make my way to the Academy and prepare for the rehearsal at six.

As I said. Boring.

But, on the bright side, The Nutcracker rehearsals had been good.

Harry had announced I was going to be the prince, and Liam was mad, but at least he was still inside the company.
I tried to talk to him, but he was ignoring me.
And as for me having the lead, I felt some rejection from the rest of the group, nobody was very happy about it, but guess what? I didn't care.

Harry started to show me my solo choreography and luckily it gave us some time alone during the rehearsals, while others continued practicing the group parts.

I guess I just needed to focus on the bright parts, right?

So I did.
I stood up from the bed, washed my teeth, changed my clothes, ate the amazing breakfast Harry made for me, cleaned up the apartment and washed the dishes, started cooking lunch, and later I ran the furniture of the living room and started practising my solo and some pirouettes, until the clock hit five.

I quickly grabbed my things and went to the bus stop, because Harry had taken his car with him.

But then I got there.

And Harry wasn't in the room.

Zayn was.
And he was going to coordinate the rehearsal.

Fuck.

But wait, where the hell is Harry?

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Like an hour after the rehearsal started, I kept trying to avoid Zayn and I did my best to not have him correcting me. I hid behind Emily at some point, not that I'm proud of that, but it was just to get out of his sight and not make eye contact.

I knew Zayn was mad at me because he found out about Harry and I, he was actually mad at both of us, and he confessed to Harry being jealous because he thought he would leave him behind.
He didn't get the leading role and it was killing him, so I knew I wasn't his favorite person.

I also was pretty worried about Harry not showing up, Emily said he gave the morning class to them, but after that she didn't see him.
He didn't say anything to me either, not even a text.

He wouldn't have left me with Zayn without warning, would he?

"Well, everyone, I want you to continue practising the second act as we did earlier today while I'm going to the adjoining room with Louis, to practice his solo. Anything you need, you can come ask me." - Zayn announced.

What.

He made me a sign so I could follow him to the other room, I took my stuff and followed him carefully.

Easy, it's just a rehearsal, right?
He is not a serial killer, Louis.

"Harry told me we should review your pirouettes, you seem to have problems with them."

I nodded, silently.

"Let's start with that."

He put on some background music and stood by my side as I practised. He corrected me more than Harry ever did, he was harsh and mean. And it made me wonder why Harry would want this, why he would ask Zayn to coach me today?

I did a couple of turns for about twenty minutes, then Zayn pressed play to the music of my solo and made me do it like seven times in a row until I collapsed on the floor, too tired to continue.

"Why are you stopping?"

"I need to take five, please."

"You can't. Get up on your feet."

"Please, Zayn. Let me recover my breath."

"No, Louis." - He said and walked towards me, he grabbed my arm and stood me up abruptly. - "You have to continue, first rule of a ballet dancer, dance until it hurts, remember?"

"I know, just give me five."

"No! I won't give you anything! Because I already gave you enough! And you don't even appreciate it!"

"What?"

"Don't act like you don't know, Louis."

"I don't have a fucking clue of what you are talking about, Zayn."

"Do you think it's a coincidence that Harry is here? Why didn't he stay in Berlin? Huh? I fucking told him about you! That he should give you a chance before he even knew you, and I thought that maybe you would want to come back with me! But I guess I was wrong. You did not only forget about me, but you also took my place, my role, what is next? Are you going to be his assistant too?! Are you going to take that too?! And let's not forget about the fact that now you're Harry's fucking boyfriend! It's unbelievable."

"Okay, Zayn. Calm down. If this is about me and you, I made myself clear that I didn't want anything with you before I even started something with Harry. In second place, I didn't force Harry to put me as his lead or whatever, I even told him not to. But I can't stop him from making decisions, he is his own person. I don't understand what you are recriminating. I even got expelled for this, so Guess what? I'm not better than you right now! At least you have a contract, a degree and a reputation!"

He grabbed me by my neck and pushed me against the wall, not letting me move, nearly choking me.

"You took my place, my fame, and you left me with nothing! All I ever did was want you! I wanted to come back and dance with you! To make you famous and we could spend the rest of our lives together and dancing in the same company! I knew Harry was going to hire you! I wanted him to notice you! That's why I was over you the whole time! That was the way for him to notice your talent and your beauty, Louis! I didn't want him to fuck you."

"Zayn, let me go." - I tried to say it as calm as possible.

"No, tell me why won't you want me! Tell me Louis!"

I looked at him and felt the anger and the sadness In his eyes.

"Because I don't love you, because you broke my heart, and because you never treat me right. You were possessive and violent while we were together, and you still are. You're hurting me, let me go." - I said as soft and calm as I could. Not wanting to trigger him.

He let go of the grip and took some distance, looking at the floor.

"Sorry for getting you expelled."

"What?"

"I told Ms. Horan about Harry and you. I didn't want her to expel you, I was hoping she would fire Harry. So I could be with you. I guess I did everything wrong."

"What?! Oh my God you're completely insane!"

Fuck, I need to talk to Harry.
If only he wasn't missing in action.

I quickly grabbed all of my things and ran out of the Academy.
I needed to find my boyfriend.