Dance Until It Hurts [L.S]

T H I R T Y T W O

T H I R T Y    T W O

"Good morning, Bunny."

"Good morning." - I said, lifting my head from the pillow and looking at the clock. Seven am.

"I'm heading to the Academy, I left you something for breakfast already. See you later yeah?"

"Yeah. I love you." - I said from the bed and still half asleep.

"I love you too." - He smiled and pecked my lips, before leaving the bedroom.

Seconds later I heard the sound of the entrance door closing and I knew I was all alone. Again.
It's been a week since I was expelled and everyday has been the same.
Harry wakes up at five thirty to prepare himself and go teach, while I stayed here, doing nothing until rehearsal time came, at six in the evening.

I was bored, tired and annoyed.
I was desperate for action, I needed movement, to do stuff, but I ran out of things to do on day two.
I started doing some ballet in the living room, but It was not the same as having a teacher in front of you. I couldn't count with my friends either, since they were at the academy too.
The only one who wasn't there, was me.

I was losing it, and it was only the first week. I still had two months and three more weeks of loneliness ahead.
Yey.

I mean, it's hard to lose your routine. I used to wake up with Harry, drive to the Academy, take my classes, join my friends for lunch, see Harry in the corridors or in his office, then rehearse, and go back to the flat and start all over again. And I loved every second of it. It made me happy.
I was doing everything I wanted, I was dancing and doing what I loved.
And now I didn't have any of that.

But the worst part was being away from Harry all day.
Damn, Louis. You're really dependent, aren't you?

So lately the only thing I did was wait until the clock hit five pm so I could make my way to the Academy and prepare for the rehearsal at six.

As I said. Boring.

But, on the bright side, The Nutcracker rehearsals had been good.

Harry had announced I was going to be the prince, and Liam was mad, but at least he was still inside the company.
I tried to talk to him, but he was ignoring me.
And as for me having the lead, I felt some rejection from the rest of the group, nobody was very happy about it, but guess what? I didn't care.

Harry started to show me my solo choreography and luckily it gave us some time alone during the rehearsals, while others continued practicing the group parts.

I guess I just needed to focus on the bright parts, right?

So I did.
I stood up from the bed, washed my teeth, changed my clothes, ate the amazing breakfast Harry made for me, cleaned up the apartment and washed the dishes, started cooking lunch, and later I ran the furniture of the living room and started practising my solo and some pirouettes, until the clock hit five.

I quickly grabbed my things and went to the bus stop, because Harry had taken his car with him.

But then I got there.

And Harry wasn't in the room.

Zayn was.
And he was going to coordinate the rehearsal.

Fuck.

But wait, where the hell is Harry?

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Like an hour after the rehearsal started, I kept trying to avoid Zayn and I did my best to not have him correcting me. I hid behind Emily at some point, not that I'm proud of that, but it was just to get out of his sight and not make eye contact.