Cold Hearted

Bold

Elena POV

I sat in a straddle and slowly bent over to one side and grabbed onto my ankle with both hands. My aunt had escorted me to my room to change into some better clothes and then dropped me off in the ballroom to go grab Harry. I feel like an absolute ball of nerves right now waiting for him, I mean the dancing we're gonna practice is the slow and romantic sort! And I'm gonna have to maintain eye contact the entire time!

I sighed as I reached over the other way to stretch equally and heard some talking coming down the hall. I sat straight up and jumped to my feet before dusting myself off in anticipation of this whole entire thing. I nervously tapped my foot and watched the doorway and waited, sure enough, my aunt burst in with a twirl and dragged Harry in behind her. I sighed as I watched him looking slightly panicked at being dragged around and all anxiety slipped away, I trotted on over to them as my aunt exclaimed,

"Alright! Today we shall work on position and basic steps, then tomorrow we'll add more complicated steps and so on and so forth!"

I gently took Harry's hand away from my aunt and rubbed it a little bit to let him know he was alright, I looked up at him and watched his shoulders drop with relief and a shy little smile crept onto his face just as a blush crept up onto mine. I gave him a little apologetic smile for my aunts... energetic self and looked over to the door as my mom slowly walked in,

"I'll be helping with dinner if any of you need me, Anna remember to pace yourself"

My mom joked before winking to me and walking back out of the room. My aunt playfully waved her off and grabbed my hand this time as I was holding onto Harry's still and dragged us into the middle of the room,

"First, Elena do you remember the classic position ballroom dancing taking place in?"

I smiled a little bit and nodded once,

"I believe so, one person has a hand on the other person's waist while the other person has their hand up on the other person's shoulder. Then both of their free hands are interlocked and held out to the side or with a slight bend at the elbow into the air"

My aunt abruptly stopped us and made us lightly bump into each other at the abruptness and enthusiastically let go of me and grabbed my shoulders to turn me towards Harry,

"Perfect! So let's just get that first since Harry is new to this"

She quickly spoke. She then trotted to stand behind Harry and turned him towards me too,

"Alright, basic position chop chop!"

She said with a clap which made Harry jump a little bit. I giggled a little bit and gave him another apologetic smile again for her high energy level which seemed to mildly disturb him. I gently rested one hand on his shoulder and took his other hand and intertwined it in mine, but he seemed hesitant to touch my waist at all. I tilted my head a little bit at him as his hand was right next to my waist, but twitched and hovered over my actual skin,

"Harry? Are you okay?"

Harry looked at me and dropped his hand to his side which worried me quite a bit. My aunt paused and watched for a moment as Harry gulped,

"Uhm... I-I just... that's a place I haven't touched ya yet and...... and ye haven't given me permission ta touch ya so... I don't feel comfortable doing so"

He quietly spoke, but in the nearly empty ballroom, it echoed. My aunt looked rather taken aback, and Harry looked genuinely hesitant to touch me, but regardless it was sweet that he asked! He's always been so considerate of those sorts of things,