Dance Until It Hurts [L.S]

T H I R T E E N

The picture above is a position named 'penché'
It's part of today's chapter. So I put it there in case you didn't know it.
Just that.

Hope you like this one ✨

Mag 🦋

T H I R T E E N

After the shower I returned to my room, wanting to collapse in my bed and conceal sleep. But Emily was waiting for me awake. And she was about to pull out an interrogatory.

"Louis Tomlinson, where were you?"

"Having a shower. Who are you, my mother?"

"It's past midnight. Your class ended like an hour ago."

"I just need to rest, can we talk in the morning?"

"Nope. You have hickeys on your neck. Who was it? That wasn't Caleb, you don't let him do that. Was it Zayn?"

"No, please. No." - I fakely retched.

"No? Ok, Then who?"

"Sorry, can't tell."

"What? Why?"

"Just can't."

"I'm your best friend!"

"Sorry Ems." - I said, turning off the lights and throwing myself in the bed. - "Goodnight."

"Oh no, you're not leaving me like this." - She said and turned the lights on again.

Fuck.

"Ok, it was Liam." - I lied.

"What?!"

"Now turn the lights off."

"What? No! He is with Maya, he is fucking hetero. It can't be. Besides he hates you."

"It was hate sex."

"Sure." - She said sarcastically. - "Tell me the truth Louis William Tomlinson."

"Can't."

"Why?"

"Because I can't. Just let it go. It was a one time thing."

"I'm going to let it go for now, because you're really tired. How was it with Harry? Did you make your thirty turns?"

And suddenly I was completely awake, sitting in bed with a big smile on my face.

"Yes! I made Thirty three Ems! It was amazing! Harry even said I was going to be in his ballet! I'm thrilled!"

"No Way! Really?!"

"Yes!"

"Damn, Louis. That is awesome! Come here!" - She said, extending her arms to me and pulling me into a hug.

"Now, you have to be in it too. You have to nail that audition."

"I Will." - She said with a smirk on her face.

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Saturday and Sunday went by really slow because the only thing I could do was think about Harry.
Thinking about Harry's eyes, Harry's lips, Harry's touches, Harry's words, everything about him.

And the fact that I couldn't tell my best friends about it was drowning me. This was too big of a secret.
They tried to get me out of my room to a party Saturday night, but I rejected it, I was tired and sore. I wasn't in the mood to get drunk either.