Dance Until It Hurts [L.S]

T E N

T E N

Thursday morning came and I didn't feel my body under the sheets.
It was like the only part of my body functioning was my head.
All my muscles were aching, I didn't feel my legs, and I just wanted to keep sleeping.

"Get up you sleeping beauty." - Emily said while shaking my shoulders.

"Let me sleep, bitch."

"No way. You have to come with me to class. Next week are the auditions. You can't be lazy now."

"But I'm really tired."

"At what time did you end last night's class?"

"Around midnight, I don't know. I came back and took a shower before sleep because I was smelling so bad."

"Damn. He is killing you, isn't he?"

"Yeah."

"But is it working?"

"It's only been two classes, Em. It's not magic."

"Well, c'mon. I don't want to be late."

"You go. I just need to sleep." - I said and buried my head on the pillow.

"What is Harry going to say if his favourite student doesn't show up?"

"I'm not his favourite." - I said, but actually Harry's words of last night came to my mind.

'If you get to do thirty by the end of the week, I'll put you inside the nutcracker without going through the auditions.'

Yeah, I can't be lazy now.
Not if I want to show him I deserve to be in his company.

"Okay, I'm up."

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Zayn returned to the class that morning, and he was distant. He avoided me at all times. He stayed most of the class at the front.

Thank God.

I wasn't in the mood to fight or talk today. I was really tired. All my energy drained last night practising those fucking turns.

Which I still didn't get right.
I reached twenty four, and that was my limit. After that I only made it worse.
On the last try I only reached fourteen without tripping. I was exhausted.

But still I know by Harry's eyes last night, he was proud.
He is not going to tell me that. That 's for sure.

The group class was normal that morning, I was still at the back of the class, trying to improve my technique.

During the whole centre I tried to keep thinking about Harry's corrections all the time, trying to improve my lines, my steps, my posture.

Thinking, doing, comprehending, fakely smiling, enjoying and listening to the music all of the same time.

Without complaining.
Even if I was this tired, and I wasn't feeling my legs.
That's how it works.

After the three hour class and my rehearsal with Liam of our duet, I just needed to relax.

I was already thinking of skipping Theater History class because I just couldn't be awake much longer.

I was devastated.

But before heading to my room, I went to our changing rooms to take a quick shower and wash away my sweat.

The place was empty because nobody usually used the showers between classes.
So it was good.
I put some chill music on my phone and started undressing with the short amount of energy I had left in my system.

I was turning on the shower when I felt someone wrapping his arms around my waist.

"What the...?"

I turned around to see Zayn, grabbing me really tight from my sides.

"I've been waiting for this moment for two years." - He whispered. - "Can I shower with you?"

"What? Let go of me." - I struggled in his arms.

"C'mon, Lou. You miss me."

"No, fuck you. You dumped me, I got over you. I don't fucking want you. Let me go."

"Just a shower, c'mon."

"What? No!"

Without warning he took my neck and pressed his lips on mine, moving over and biting my lips, even if I wasn't responding to his touch.

I was frozen.

I tried to say something but I was immediately shut by Zayn's lips again, he was also rubbing one of his hands on my ass and the other one was still wrapped in my waist, not letting me go.

I was trying to push him with my own hands, but I felt trapped. I struggled a little more when he changed the curse of his mouth to my neck.

"Zayn, stop!"

"Oh, c'mon Lou. You used to love sneaking here to have sex."

"I don't want to have sex with you! Don't you get it?!"

"Can't we go back to what we had before? I missed you. A lot, Louis. I know you too, you kissed me the other day."

"What part don't you understand Zayn?! I don't want this! I was drunk!"

"Drunk people speak the truth."

"Let me go!"

"I didn't want to leave you back then, I wanted a job here. I was in love with you. I completely regret it."

"It doesn't matter now, I moved on. Take your hands out of my body. Now!"

"Louis, please."

"He said he doesn't want you, Zayn." - A voice said from the frame door of the changing rooms.

"What the hell are you doing here?" - Zayn turned.

That's when I saw him. Harry.

He was standing near the door.

"Let him go." - He said sharply.

"Fine." - Zayn said and let go of the grip, grabbed his bag from the floor and walked away, pushing Harry with his shoulder as he passed by his side.

Harry stared at Zayn until he disappeared behind the slammed door.

Then he turned to look at me.

"Are you ok?"

"I didn't need your help." - I said and grabbed a towel to cover my lower parts. - "I could get rid of him on my own."

"Sure. I know." - He nodded from a distance.

"I'm going to take a shower. Goodbye."

"Louis, wait." - He said. - "if you need anything, you can come to my office later. Maybe we can talk or something."

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"Well, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes. Tomorrow."

I looked at him and he was staring at the tiles of the floor. He swallowed. He was uncomfortable?

And then he started speaking again.

"You did good today. In class. I can see that you are taking all of my advice."

I smiled at him and sighed.

He was really a different person when there weren't people around.

"That's because I have a great teacher now."

Harry laughed and played with his foot on the floor, he didn't look up this time.

"Maybe. You have everything to be excellent though. You just need to reinforce some things, you know?"

"I'll get there if you're willing to help me."

"Isn't that what am I doing already?" - He looked at me and laughed.

"Yes, you are."

I smiled again and turned around to enter the shower, waving at Harry goodbye.