Dancers; c.h + l.h

2.2

(Calum's practise outfit above/side and also the song he dances to)

Age: 15

It had been a year since Calum and Luke had spoke and all Calum's done in the past year is dance, dance and more dance after breaking things off with Ashton. He was pretty sure his studio owner was getting pissed off because they had to keep ordering him heels considering he keeps braking them after intense dance solo sessions. Calum was finished choreographing a dance him and Luke were previously working on, before the huge blow out. He strutted over to the music player, feeling pretty and girly in his new 3 inch heels and pressed play. The strong, familiar beat of 'Supermassive black hole' blasted though the small room as Calum positioned himself in front of the mirror with his hands on his hips and his right leg extended. He counted him self in and started with cha cha cha open basics, then turned to enter fan position. He then turned again, going into natural top. Calum's next step was one where you throw your hips out into a circle, followed by a split. Sweat was poring of the tanned boy, fixated on getting his steps right.
"Looking good." A voice interrupted. Calum turned with an eyebrow raise.
"Thanks, would you mind leaving so I can practise?"
"Ahh, still a little bitch after all this time?"
"You guessed it."

Calum picked up his dance bag and swung it over his shoulder, walking towards the door.

"Where you going?"
"If you won't leave, I will"
"Cal, wait!"

Luke grabbed the smaller boy's wrist.

"Don't fucking touch me, Hemmings!'

Luke tried to fill the gaps in the friendship but ended up with yet another void in his heart, caused by the boy he is hopelessly in love with.

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A/n: soz this is proper shit. I love my awful grammar it makes me laugh. Oh yeah I might be dyslexic :))))))