BUTTERFLY EFFECT🦋 (L.S.) [finished]

CHAPTER 11

'And one, two, three, four... the accent is in, not out!'

The Ballet teacher was walking through the classroom, the sweaty teens struggling to keep up, while he was clapping the music tempo with his hands.

'Lily come on, I've seen elephants with arms lighter than yours! Now, that's better! Look at the difference! Keep up.'

Harry was feeling almost dizzy, he didn't want to mess up, but his head was hurting so much, like it would explode from within. Bitting the insides of his cheeks, he pushed through the pain, the one from his body too.

'Yes! That's it Harry! Nice.'

The music finally finished, and that gave the kids some seconds to catch their breath.

'Now, Grand Allegro, I want to see your butts glued to the fucking ceiling when you jump. In pairs.'

The dancers quickly found a partner and formed a line so the groups could easily start after the previous one was finished. There were six girls and two boys in the class. That left Harry with that blond guy, he never said much, not to him at least.

The music was ending for the third time, and they gracefully ran to the center of the room, closing perfect fifths with their feet, ready to start the exercise.

'That's good, one, two, higher please, HIGHER! Come on Niall, just like Harry, lower your plié so you can have a bigger impuls... YES! BETTER!'

Harry was watching the two of them through the mirror, making sure they were coordinated. The other lad had a really pissed off face, what? Did he do something wrong? Did he mess up?

They both landed their last jump at the same time, on one knee.

'Yes, that's almost okay lads. You could actually make a duet for the Christmas Festival. You'd have to work extra hard, but it may work... Okay my little padawans, that was enough for today.'

The kids clapped, thanking the teacher and started stretching the class out of their poor sore muscles.

Harry was walking to his bag when something bumping into his shoulder almost made him trip.

'Hey... watch it...' It was that blond boy... Niall was he called?

'Umpf, sorry, you were on my way.'

'Hey, this ends here, what did I ever do to you? You haven't even said a word to me for a month since I arrived here. If I have done something wrong I would like to apologize, please, but tell me what to apologize for.'

Now the lad was slightly blushing, he seemed extremely embarrassed.

'Oh...umm... It's just that you are so good, and Mathew always praises you, and I was the only boy before you arrived and... fuck, I'm sorry, I am jealous, and I was being an asshole.'

Harry couldn't hide his surprise face, he didn't even know what to say.

'Hey, it's alright... Niall?' The lad nodded. 'I get it, I really do, and Mathew is probably just trying to push the both of us to do better in class, you are good, you know?'

Niall's cute face resembled now a very bright very red lightbulb. Now that boy that was not only amazing at ballet, but incredibly handsome was super nice too apparently, Niall thought.

'Y..yeah... Again I'm sorry for being so dumb.'

'Don't worry, let's just bury the hatch.' Harry said smiling.

'So he finally got over himself and actually talked to you, hey?' Lottie suddenly appeared, she was walking to her bag, pointe shoes in her hands when he overheard them.