Dance Until It Hurts [L.S]

N I N E

N I N E

Next day I woke up early and completely satisfied with myself. After Harry's private class yesterday I felt really good. Like he was really training me.

I didn't get to do the thirty he asked me to, but I reached twenty two, which was seven more than I usually do.
Harry even complimented me a few times.

Was a pretty good night.

But today I had the group class again.
Again to the back, again to not being in the spotlight, to not being in front of the class, not being the centre of attention.
But the worst part was facing Zayn. Again.

Emily and I walked into the classroom and it was still pretty early.
Harry and Zayn were sitting and talking between them, and a couple of my classmates were stretching already. Everything seemed weirdly calm. And I was enjoying it.

I went to my spot on the back and sat on the floor to stretch and wake my muscles.

But of course the calm wouldn't last long.

"Lou, can we talk?"

Oh no.

"About what, Zayn?"

"We didn't talk after what happened Friday night."

"What is it to talk about?" - I tried to pretend I didn't remember.

"We... we kinda... we kissed. Remember?"

"We kissed? Really? Oh, sorry mate. I was very drunk."

"Oh. So, you actually don't remember."

"No, I really don't." - I lied.

"Well, I actually came here to ask you out. Maybe we can grab some lunch today? I really want to talk with you about what happened two years ago, and I thought that maybe after Friday you felt like maybe start dating me again?"

I almost choked.

"What?"

"Zayn?" - Harry said, while walking to where we were.- "The class is about to start."

"Be there in a second." - Zayn replied. - "What do you say? Don't you miss me?"

"Zayn! I said something!" - Harry insisted.

"I'll be there. Wait Harry!"

"I..." - I started. - "I'm sorry. I don't. I'm not interested." - I said.

"But... I thought..."

"Zayn!" - Harry yelled.

"Damn Harry! Just let me finish the conversation!"

I looked at Harry and he was throwing fire through his pupils.

"We are done here, Zayn. Friday night, I was drunk. I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to kiss you." - I said calmly.

"Fuck you, Louis. You're so selfish. You've always been."

I shrugged.
He turned around and went back to the front with Harry.

Harry stared at me worried?

And then he turned to Zayn, looking angry.

There it goes my beautiful tuesday morning.

It didn't end up there, though. Because after that, Liam and I had to practice our male duet only with Zayn, since Harry stayed with the women group.
We changed classrooms and one of the male couples started dancing. Liam and I were next.

Zayn was staring at me again, not paying attention at the couple dancing before us.
He winked at my direction. I turned my face to the side, kind of embarrassed, but mostly trying to really show him I really wasn't interested.