The man puts the key in the lock of the door before swinging open the front door of the cheap flat. All the lights are off and it's so silent any person can hear even a pin drop. Louis sighs heavily as he switches the lights on, the static sound of electricity bursting in his ears. Sweat makes his black wife beater stick to his tattooed skin. He had to walk to his rented flat from the dance studio which is about an hour of a walk. It is steaming in New York,especially in the summer season.

He hooks his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and pulls it off of his torso when he enters the small bathroom. The black basketball shorts he wears is also a relief to take off, only leaving him in his black boxers. When he is completely stripped of his soaked clothes he takes a long, hot shower, making sure to wash off all the dirt he feels has stuck onto his body today.

When the man is done with his shower he wraps a towel around his waist, making it hang loosely and walks out of the humid bathroom. Just as he walks into the dimly lit bedroom his phone begins to ring irritatingly in his ear. When he looks at the caller ID he quirks up an eyebrows. Why is a blocked number calling him? "Yeah?" he says, deciding to answer anyway because of his major boredom. Louis sits on the bed to rest his tired legs.

"Is that a way to answer your best friend?" Right when he hears the voice he knows who it is that is speaking to him. He groans.

"Why the hell are you calling me, Niall?"

"After you got caught and had your trial we haven't really been in touch, man. What're you up to?"

"None of your damn buisness." he snaps.

"What crawled up your arse?" Niall chuckles. "Anyway, I got some more stuff from, Paul, I'm sort of high right now."

"So that's why your calling." Louis says as he puts the phone on speaker, wanting to put some boxers on. If Niall's high, he's not as much as a dick, so maybe this'll fill his boredom for the night.

"No, but Harry and Liam are at a party and they're still mad at me."

"Your always getting people mad at you Niall. Get your shit together, man." Louis snaps. Niall has always been on the harsher side, even more than Louis. and Louis was never known for being a friendly guy. Niall is the one always getting into fights, getting arrested but then being bailed out by one of his other friends that isn't Louis, Liam or Harry.

Harry is the one on the nicer side, a little more sensitive than them at least. he respects people and doesn't treat them like trash on the side of the road. Liam doesn't really interact with people. so no one really knows how he is with them. He's more of a loner, getting high, and staying in his flat all day. Niall,Louis and Harry have to go over to his flat a lot of the time just so he won't get lonely. Well, most of the time that's Harry's idea and he drags the two of them into it. Louis mostly wants to be with his girl friend and have no words be exchanged, like he has to be with Liam.

Louis doesn't like talking, he more likes either observing or ignoring people. If he is forced to be close to people-that is not his girlfriend who he could just literally makeout with for most of the day-he will be harsh to them. He will not even try to be nice just in order for them to stay far away from him.

He only speaks dirty with his girl back in Chicago. He calls her baby because it's a kink of hers and he likes hearing her turned on because it's a turn on for him. If she ever would want to talk about her feelings he would instantly cringe at the human to human interaction he is facing and leave until she comes back to her senses, which did happen one time, it ended up her saying sorry to him and Louis just coming over to make her moan his name a little.

Niall hasn't said anything for a while, so Louis figured he passed out from the fumes and ends the call. The man feels fatigued but he could never fall asleep so easily at night due to his insomnia so there really is no point in trying. The good thing about all this community service shit is that Louis can still have a smoke. It will calm his annoyance of this whole situation. The man opens the bottom drawer of his dresser and pulls out the pack before pulling of one of the deadly sticks and placing it in his mouth. The metal lighter sits next to the pack so he quickly lights it up and inhales the toxic and dangerous fumes before exhaling.

The man knows he isn't the best human being in the world, he's not an arrogant prick. He's mostly just a prick who needs to really get a better attitude but doesn't want to.

THE NEXT DAY

"Okay, Louis." Emily says as she places a sports bag down onto the floor. She looks at the man with her soft blue eyes and grins. "Do you have any experience of dancing?" she asks. Louis scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, no."

"Then why the hell would the state dump you here? Where the hell are you from?"

"What? Where I'm originally from or where-"

"Where you lived when you got arrested." she sighs.

"Maybe be a little more specific next time, huh?" he snaps, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was arrested in Chicago. Everything else there was full I guess with other crminal as like me so I had to come to New York to your stupid dance school." he tells her. "Lucky me."

"Well, maybe you should be taught how to dance first so your not totally worthless." she says. "Do a move agaisnt those bars over there and show me some of your skill. And be serious about." she says. Louis runs a hand through his-usually messy- hair and puts one hand on the bar like he usually sees ballet dancers do before turning to Emily who rushes him to do it.

"Look, I don't need to learn how to dance. I helped one of your students yesterday." her face lightens up.

"Really? Who?"

"I...I forgot her name, but I promise you, I did."

"That's another excercise we should do then." she says, mostly to herself.

"What?"

"You need to learn the names of my girls, and they need to stop being scared of you as well since you were a rude bastard at the beginning." she says with a glare. Louis chuckles.

"Whatever." he mumbles.

"Now show me a move." Emily snaps again. Louis sighs before slowly raising a hand as if he's in Beyoncés "Single Ladies" video, keeping his feet planted to the ground. Emily rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

"You obviously need some work."

"I told you."

Right at that moment a person walks through the door. It's the same girl he had helped yesterday. She smiles at the both of them, once again, silently. "Rania!" Emily exclaims.

"Maybe you could be Louis' partner while I help him dance and you at the same time can practice." Emily says as she looks between the two of them. Rania visibly tenses but nods her head. Although, Louis groans, rudely. Then he walks over to the short, skinny girl carelessly. Emily sighs shakily, irritated by this random man's attitude. "Don't mind his rudeness, Rani, he's just a bastard." The girl makes a face as if she's laughing, but no sound comes out.

"Okay, so, let's start with..." she trails off. "What am I in the mood for today? I guess, ball room?" Louis' eyes widen as he looks at the quiet girl and she shrugs. "Get in your positions." Emily says as she slides over to the radio. Louis stands there, unsure of what to do as the music begins to play. Rania looks into his eyes with an obviously nervous smile and takes the both of his hands into hers before lifting them up and outwards. Just like the stance he's seen people in movie's position themselves in when they're in fact, dancing in ballrooms. It's an unfamiliar thing for him, being this close to another person he doesn't know and dancing. He hates it. This type of dancing is disgusting. Who would want to get so close to a person and be holding hands at the same time. It's another type of affection for him even though he doesn't know this person and doesn't want to be affectionate with them in the first place. The word just has a bitter taste to him in general. Affection. Fucking nasty.

He looks down at his feet most of the time, trying to match hers, until Emily yells "make eye contact with your partner!" in an obnoxious tone. Louis rolls his eyes when he looks up at Rania and he manages to keep his feet moving in the right way as she does, moving around the room in a graceful manner. The classical music pounds in his ears like an irritating scream and he wants to literally throw the radio on the floor and stomp on it multiple times until it's electrifying ashes beneath his feet. His blue eyes mix with her strangely colored ones the whole time. He feels literally gross inside by doing this, he would feel gross inside doing this to anyone.

Louis stops when he is fed up with her stepping on his foot for the umpteenth time and stops, stepping away from her. Hurt flashes through her eyes instantly. Emily stops the music, looking at the two of them weirdly. "What the hell? Why'd you stop? You guys looked beautiful together." Emily says. Louis laughs, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, okay. She stepped on my foot more than once, I think I'm done with all this shit dancing." Louis says in annoyance. Emily narrows her eyes at him.

"I will not stop teaching you dancing until you actually appreciate the art of it. Rania and Louis! You two have to make a dance with each other and perform it to me at the end of the year. Is that clear?" Emily says as she raises her eyebroes, placing her hands on her hips.

"What the fuck?" Louis spits as Rania nods quickly.

"Watch your language." Emily snaps, rolling her eyes.

"I am not dancing with her. She's not even good. I had to actually help her yesterday with the stance and today she stepped on my foot five times. Let me at least have one of your better ones because she is shitty at it."

"She-is Rania." Emily says as she stalks slowly towards the man. "And Rania is an excellent dancer. She was just nervous. Stop being disrespectful to my girls or I will call the Chicago police myself and tell them you have violated rules and they will send you to jail. Understand?" Emily threatans him, and he does, literally, feel a knife of panic strike his chest. This girl is tiny, not as tiny as Rania who literally looks like a ten year old, but short, and at the same time she is fierce and she has power over him at this moment, considering she can turn him in anytime she wants. If he doesn't stop being a bastard soon, which is his usual self, then he'll be hit with bad news, and fast, with no warning. He sighs shakily as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Fine, Ms.Daniels" He mumbles angrily.