Harry Hook has been forced to take dance classes to help deal with his violent energy, and while his teacher is very fun, he still hates it. but that all changes when he spots a beautiful ballerina in the next classroom, when they lock eyes for the...
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It was so close; the end of spring performance was less than a month away. The theater was being set up, costumes in their last fittings, practices extending and turning to everyday experiences, and tickets being sold by the minute as June 21st came ever closer.
Right now you were with Harry in the studio, practicing your star routine for hours on end. Esméralda had nearly cried when she had seen you two enact the full dance after the rest of the class had performed theirs. And as the performance loomed ever closer, you were bursting at the seams to finally tell Harry you had fallen in love with him, and what you didn't know; is that Harry was feeling the same way.
Ever since his almost expulsion and return to the isle he had felt he needed to tell you about his true feelings. You knew he liked you, enough to start dating, but you didn't know he loved you, so much his heart hurt when you were away.
So he decided he would tell you after the performance, after all, what better time to tell you after you both performed to tell a story about two people falling in love. And you had chosen to do the same, taking your time enjoying the sparks that run through your veins when you held Harry's hand, the butterflies that flooded your senses when he held your waist, the flush of your skin when he smiled at you, his eyes soft and sweet.
Uma, Jane, Mal, and Evie all laughed with each other watching the two of you interact, always so close, so affectionate in ways only those in love would be capable of. Your parents and grandfather were dying to see you take the relationship to the next level, even if that level was a simple kiss; since you both had yet to do so.
Chad had been given a harsh punishment for attempting to essentially ruin Harry's life, all his electronics taken away, being expelled from Auradon prep, his credit cards taken away, was put under personal tutoring of Fairy godmother and his mother, and took a job under food service just to teach him some humility.
You and Harry had cackled for a good five minutes after hearing about your rotten brother's punishment. You both thought it was well deserved, and it was; Chad had truly tried to ruin Harry's life over a false suspicion.
A week before the performance, the classes involved had a cast party, convening in the theater, admiring the decorations and set design as everyone enjoyed pizza, wings, sodas, beer (for the 21 and older dancers), music, games, and each other's company. You and Harry sat at the edge of the stage, some of your friends sitting to your right as Harry listened to Anita telling a story about one of her recent visits to the Auradon state amusement park. It was mostly about her date with the dark-haired beauty from her English class "they were so sweet" Anita cooed, holding her face as she flushed from the memories "they gave me a bouquet and everything" her French accent was thick as she ranted, the other girls giggling along with her.
You looked at Harry, who raised his brow "you haven't gotten me a bouquet yet?" you teased and Harry's eyes widened, slightly panicking "was-was I supposed ta'?" Harry's voice cracked as he spoke, your friends giggling at his antics as you shook your head, smiling as you patted his knee which started to bounce "I don't need gifts to know you think of me, I just need you" again, your friends cooed as Harry flushed, hiding his face by turning and grabbing his last slice of pizza.
