innocent vs dangerous // larry stylinson

one

harry edward styles was 17 years old and signed up for a dance academy in england. it was ballet and he lived his life just to sign up for his dream school. he was so excited when he enrolled.

"mum. i'll miss you, alright? i'll try to come home over the holidays. but i can't guarantee." harry mentioned to his mum over the phone.

"i love you mum. bye." harry said as he hung up, and he walked up the steps and spotted his old friend, liam, and they shared a hug.

"liam, mate. i missed you so much!" harry said excitedly and liam smiled and they hugged again.

"we better get to class. we definitely don't wanna be late on our first day." harry explained as he grabbed liam's hand as they ran up the stairs.

mrs. allen. probably one of the most meanest and intimidating ballet teachers in the whole academy. hell, maybe in england. she insulted students for their dancing. it doesn't help whatsoever, it just leaves a lot of students in frustration and tears.

"HAROLD!" mrs. allen screamed as harry tripped over his own foot and caught himself before he could land onto the cold, hard ground. (a/n: ohhh, ohhh, trouble, trouble, troubleeee)

mrs. allen turned off the classical music that they were dancing so beautifully to. "i'm sorry, i'm just a really clumsy person. i could do better, i promise. i'm truly sorry."

"no excuses. a lot of people here are clumsy. but practice makes perfect and you better put your heart into what your ass is doing in my class. if you're going to suck up and make excuses then be my guest. now FOCUS HAROLD. one, two, three..” mrs. allen started before she turned onto the classical music.

harry blinked the tears away from his eyes, and he started turning and spinning across the room as he danced ever so delicately across the floor.

***

harry was quickly walking down the steps until he came across a boy with blue eyes and brown shaggy hair in a black jean jacket and a white T-shirt with black jeans and vans. he had rectangular glasses.

"oh, hi." harry greeted, and the boy nodded and waved at harry.

"i'm louis." he said, and he shook his hand firmly and he wouldn't let go and he pulled away as he looked in harry's intense green eyes. "so, what's your name? ooh, wait, i wanna guess!"

harry nodded. "sure, knock yourself out.. louis."

"mason?"

"no."

"jackson?"

"no."

"larry?"

"no."

"steven?"

"absolutely not."

"hmph, i'm out of guesses. what's your name, green-eyes?"

"my name is harry."

"awhh. can i call you hazza?"

"sure..."

"alright, hazza. i'll see you at the café after class. call me if you'd like. or hit me up late at night. i'm always up late...so i wouldn't be bothered. especially if it was you.." louis flirted to tease harry, which worked because the adorable dimple faced cutie was blushing and his whole face was a pink tint.

"that is so cute."

"t-thanks." harry stuttered nervously, and his face was even more pink. "i'll see you there."