Dance Until It Hurts [L.S]

T W E N T Y O N E

There's smut at the end this one ‼️

I like this chapter a lot though.

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T W E N T Y  O N E

One week of endless classes, rehearsals and a lovely weekend locked in Harry's flat had already passed. And I surely could get used to that life.

Today it was Thursday again. And Harry had cancelled the rehearsal of The Nutcracker this evening because one of the girls was sick, leaving us a free night.
Finally.

I was picking my stuff to leave Zayn's classroom after we finished practicing my duet with Liam.
I was thinking about meeting Em and Niall at the coffee shop across the street for lunch because I was seriously starving, when Harry entered the room and asked to talk to me.

Shit.
All eyes on us.

Liam and Zayn were especially attentive at the situation.

"Yes Mr. Styles? Did something happen?" - I said, trying to use all my politeness and my respect towards him. My teacher.

"Can you come to my office, please?"

"Of course." - I nodded and followed him out.

We walked silently to his office, awkwardly taking distance from each other, until he closed the door behind me.

"What is it?" - I smiled.

"I want to ask you something."

"I'm not going to fuck here at lunch time, anyone can walk in."

"No, is not that." - He laughed.

"Ok, what is it then?"

"Do you want to go get lunch with me?"

I froze.
I wasn't expecting that.

"Like a date?"

"Yeah."

"Then ask me properly."

"What?"

"Ask me on a date."

"Mmm, Louis, would you go on a date with me right now?"

"Nope. I usually have lunch with my friends, I'm not cancelling them with such a short notice."

"Wait. Really?"

"Yes."

"Are you rejecting me?"

"Kinda. Why? Did nobody reject you before?" - I teased him.

He shook his head, denying.

"Am I your first, Harry?" - I teased again. - "I'm flattered."

"Well, sorry for taking your time then. Go meet them." - He said looking at the floor. - "I guess I'll just see you tomorrow?"

I felt my heart melting at the sight. I couldn't say no to him, he was like a little sad puppy.
I got closer to him and took his cheeks in my hands, kissing his lips tenderly.

"I actually am free for dinner if you want to take me out, because luckily, tonight I don't have rehearsal nor my unbearable private class with this asshole I have as a ballet teacher."

"Is he really an asshole though?" - He giggled.

"Yeah, he has those annoying curls on his head, and he always says 'you're dismissed' who does he think he is? King of England?"