"Baby, I'll see you right when this stupid shit is done and we'll be together again, okay?" The dramatically tattooed man says through the speaker of the phone he holds against his ear.

"It's been weeks,Louis. We haven't had fun for weeks,"

"Then have fun with yourself while I'm gone, and think of me. I'll do the same." He says quieter into phone with a smug grin as he passes other pedestrians walking on the dirty sidewalks of New York. He bites down on his dry bottom lip when he hears a giggle erupt from the girl on the other line.

"I'll make sure then. Maybe I'll call you while I'm in action." She says in a low, seductive tone. The man's eyes widen slightly and he looks down to the ground, swallowing thickly.

"I'd-I'd really like that." He says, getting turned on by the seconds. Louis flickers his blue-eyed gaze up towards a tall man in a suit, dark glasses covering his eyes. The man frowns as he stops in front of him.

"No technology allowed inside unless checked." He says. Louis rolls his eyes and sighs before turning away.

"I need to go now, baby. I'll see you in a year."

"You're killing me, Louis. Why'd you have to be such an idiot."

"Shut up, Rachel. I'll call you later."

"Whatever, bye." She says before she hangs up on the man. Louis sticks his phone in his pocket with a heavy sigh and turns back around to walk towards the building with the tall man in front of it again.

"Phone?" He says. Louis takes it out of his pocket with a huff and places it into the man's outstretched hand. "I'll also have to pat you down." The taller man says.

"Whatever, just do this quick." Louis mumbles.

"Against the wall please." Louis obliges and puts his hands against the chipped painted wall, leaning his weight on it. The man pats Louis down, checking every pocket of his twice before he steps back and tells Louis he is cleared and the blue-eyed man can go inside.

"How long do I have to be here, agian?"

"Until the class is over."

"Which is?"

"Four hours from now. Good luck." He says as he opens the door for Louis. The man, unable to control himself, rolls his eyes in annoyance before entering. The smell of mold and wet paint instantly fill his nose and he almost gags from the strongness of it. The pale lights above him flicker every now and a still atmosphere surrounds him.

He has to walk down a hallway and he realizes in every corner and crevice there is dirt, he cringes at the sight. Who cleans this place? Obviously terribly bad janitors. When the man turns a corner he finally sees a human in this eery place. It is an elder man with white hair and incredibly pale skin, almost resembling a ghost. He's short and has kind green eyes when he looks up at the tattooed man. A smile instantly lights up his face when he sees a person of the younger generation.

"Hey, um, do you know where the dance studio is?" Louis asks the man in a tired tone, having a not-so-friendly scowl on his face.

"You dance, boy?" He asks, a grin on his dry, thin lips. Louis grimaces and furrows his eyebrows.

"No, I just,- do you know where the hell it is?" He snaps, feeling bothered enough by that man outside. The older man looks taken aback, but Louis doesn't feel guilty, he just wants to find this stupid room so he could get in and get it over with.

"I-it's down this hall and the last door on the left." He says, his voice shaky. Louis nods and passes the elder man quickly, his fists tight. He doesn't want to be here, he could be back in Chicago with his girl friend and them doing what they usually do best together-sex- and lots of it.

Louis sees the last door on the left and puts the warm palm of his hand on the cold doorknob, before turning it and opening the flimsy, white door. When he enters a chilly gush of wind instantly hits him. The studio is empty. He inspects it thoroughly. From the broken cieling above to the cracked floorboard. The walls are painted a sickly green, chipped as well, showing the white patches beneath them.

His hands feel empty, considering he doesn't have his phone, so he walks over to one of bars that are used for ballet dancers and leans agaisnt one. Just as he does the door swings open. He pushes himself off the bar and steps forward quickly. A short girl, her hair pulled back into a bun and big brown eyes enters. She looks like a teen. When she notices Louis in the room she instantly looks startled of his appearance, the first thing she noticing are his tattoos,piercings, and his piercing dark blue eyes. He crosses his arms over his chest awkwardly. "Um, hi? You dance here?" He asks, taking in the appearance of her light pink leotard and soft skirt, a light sweater covering her arms. She nods. "Oh, well, are you like, the instructor or something?" She shakes her head before turning around and closing the door behind her quickly.

The tattooed man grows confused and even more irritated than he was before. What was that? He was being friendly wasn't he? He sighs heavily and shakily in frusteration before taking quick and angry steps towards the door, grabbing the knob, also at the same time the door opens again. He meets blue eyes when he looks down at another girl, or rather woman. She is blonde.

"Okay. What the hell is going on?" She raises her eyebrows.

"Um, excuse me?"

"Isn't there suppossed to be a class now?" He snaps rudely.

"Yes. I'm the instructor. Who the hell are you?" She spits.

"I'm the guy that was forced to be here agaisnt his will." Louis snaps back. He rests his gaze on the girl he saw only a few seconds ago then left. She cowers away from him, leaning against the wall silently. He looks back at the blonde. she smiles, putting a hand on her hip, realization growing on her features.

"Your that druggy, huh?"

"I perfer the term delinquant."

"Yeah, okay, my name is Emily, but call me Ms.Daniels. You?"

"You,...what?"

"What's your name, delinquant?" she asks. Louis glares at the blonde woman named Emily.

"Louis."

"Last name?"

"Tomlinson."

"Well, this will be a great year for us, won't it?" she says as she passes the man. "New classmate, Rania." Emily says, turning back to the quiet girl with a large grin. Rania? That's this short girl's name. Louis hasn't gotten the greatest impression of her, especially the blonde girl, but, Rania the most. She's rude. She hasn't said one word to Louis after he asked her multiple questions and Louis can't stand it when people don't use their words.

As the minutes pass, more girls enter the dance studio, giving the tattooed, dark looking man weird and uneasy looks. He sits on the floor now in a dirty corner playing with his basketball shorts by rolling up the ends and then unrolling them, a bored habit of his, being oblivious of the nervous looks being thrown his way.

After about an hour of waiting he hears the clap of hands together, echoing through the small dance area. All the chatter of the girl's quiet down and everyone pays attention to the blonde girl, even Louis, but he does in a way to just glare at her in annoyance. "Okay, girls!" she exclaims. "Who's ready to dance?" She asks the small girls who sit around the floor. They look from ages ten to seventeen. Louis was never fond of children or teenagers, he never even liked them when he was the same age as them. He has always tried acting differently than his typical age group that all seem to be the same as each other. He blocks out the rest of what Emily says, getting bored of her condescending words, and focuses on the flickering light above him in the room.

"Um, sir?" he hears her voice when he comes back down to planet earth. He looks at Emily again and his eyes widen when he notices all gazes are on him.

"Um, yes?" Emily inhales a large breath before releasing it, placing her hands on her hips.

"Are you going to introduce yourself? It's the least you could do after being so rude to me." she says, glaring at him. Small and short gasps erupt through the quiet room, even quiet giggles, because of the annoyed look on Louis' face. "Sorry girls. Since this man seems to be incapable of speaking I'll introduce him to you."

"No need." Louis snaps. For the first time today, Louis forces an almost pleasant smile on his face. "Hello, girls." the man says, stepping forward, making a few of the girls step back. He almost laughs at their fear, but doesn't. "My name is Louis Tomlinson and I am here to observe and help you dance in order to gain community service hours so I do not have to go to that bad,bad place called jail since I did a terrible thing to get in trouble in the first place. And just to add, I don't want to be here. But I was forced. I could be doing much better things with my life right now with people i actually like,but no, I have to be here, helping you. So, the smartest choice is to respect me and not get on my bad side." Louis stops talking, hushed silence surrounding him. He grins at the fright in the girls eyes. Maybe they'll leave him alone this whole year. "Any questions?" he asks, not really expecting any but just adding the question to show some type of the little kindness he has deep, deep down inside his heart. To his shock, a girl, looking at least eight years old, raises her skinny arm. He raises his eyebrows. "Yes?"

"What's on your arms?" She asks

"Tattoos."

"What're tattoos?" she asks. Louis opens his mouth to respond.

"It is permenant ink that people put on their skin." Emily says to the little girl. He crosses his arms over his chest.

"I believe she asked me, babe."

"I think you've spoken enough, Louis. Thank you." she says with the fakest smile he has ever seen in his life. "That was probably the most interesting introduction I have heard from a new member ever." she says. Louis chuckles. "Okay guys, we're going to start dancing today. If you guys are having trouble Louis and I will come around and help you. Don't be scared of Louis, girls. He's a nice man."

"No he's not." a girl,looking to be at the age of five says as she corsses her arms.

"Actually-" Louis starts.

"He is. Don't worry, Olive." Emily assures the girl.

The blonde turns on a radio that sits in a stool in the corner. Louis stands in the back, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches Emily in the front move gracefully before standing in a position that the girl's are supposed to follow. She stays In the same postion for above ten more seconds before going flat on her feet and walking between the girls to help them with their stances.

Louis doesn't know shit about dancing. He's the most ungraceful person on this earth. How the girl's are standing look perfect to the way Emily was, but of course, the blonde girl being supposedly excellently experienced, she sees the flaws if a girl's arms are two low or posture is too slumped.

He sees one of the girl's fumble and fall to the floor, her legs giving away beneath her. The man smiles in amusement until he catches eyes with bright blue eyes across from him that gestures to the girl to help her. When he looks at her again she is already starting to stand up. With a heavy sigh over the loud classical music playing through the speaker he walks over to the girl before tapping her shoulder. She tenses and turns around. It's Rania, the silent girl. He grimaces.

"Need help?" he asks quietly. She parts her lips and shakes her head before turning around and trying to get back into the stance, but Louis sees the flaws in it and shakes his head, deciding to help her anyway. "Here." he says, grabbing her arms, lifting them higher, at the same time making sure she stays in balance. She tenses even more again, tenser than her body already is. "Hey, relax, it's not like I'm gonna kill you." He chukles quietly.

The man looks over her shoulder to look at her expression with his blue eyes. "You got it now,yeah?" he asks. She smiles slightly and nods before mouthing a silent "thank you" to him. Louis nods before letting go of her delicate arms and stepping backwards. She stays in the stance for a good thirty seconds before they move on to another one.

(That was the first chapter yay.)