A Little Bit of Love Hate

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|3 Years Later|

Logan's POV

I walked into the dance studio, the mirrored walls showing nothing else but my reflection.

I positioned myself in my pointe shoes, arching my back midway, placing my arms above my head in a graceful yet firm position.

The music queued, resulting in the motion of graceful strides, and effortless turns. My jumps higher, much more powerful than yesterday's.

I was interrupted by the sound of my cell phone ringing obnoxiously.

I pressed pause, walking over to the small bag I had brought.

"Hello?" I whispered, regaining my breath.

"Hey Logan, we actually might have found you an audition." My manager said through the phone.

"Oh that's great." I said, smiling to myself.

"It's for this singer, he needs a few back up dancers for the next few shows, your audition is scheduled for tonight at 6. I'll text you the address. Good luck love."

"Thanks Gracie." I said, before tapping the end button on my phone.

I looked at the time, 4:49.

I walked out of the studio, rushing to my car and back to my flat.

I was greeted by his blue eyes, enveloped in a tight hug.

"Hey love." Louis smiled, kissing my forehead lightly.

"Hey.." I giggled, kissing his lips in a hurriedly manner.

"Where you off to?" He asked, following behind me as I slipped on a pair of dancing shorts and a light blue v-neck.

"Gracie was able to book me an audition." I smiled grabbing my small duffle from the corner of our room.

"Oh, for what?" He asked, leaning against the door frame, his masculine frame blocking the doorway.

"Some singer." I said, slipping underneath his arm and walking towards the door.

I turned around one last time, kissing his lips gently before walking out.

I arrived at the small venue down by the heart of London, the building containing the numerous performers auditioning for the few spots available.

I felt intimidated by the glares they were giving me, their eyes locked on my every move.

I held a certain confidence, walking with grace towards one of the small

spots available for stretching.

I took a seat, reaching for my toes, warming up my feet.

One of the dancers approached me, her mouth set in a straight line, her superior attitude expressed through her features.

"Good luck." She smirked, walking past me and into a vacant corner by the stage.

I narrowed my brows inquisitively, bending down once more, reaching for my toes.

"All dancers to the stage please." A woman had said through the microphone.

Everybody began to scurry towards the stage, an excited yet nervous smile taking form on their lips.

One of the choreographers gave us a routine to repeat over and over again.

"Okay. Everybody. Once you've been tapped on the shoulder, you're out." The choreographer said sternly, eyeing each one of us.

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, taking their first position.

"Ready. 5-6-7-8." The music began playing, the heavy beat could be felt beneath my feet.

I kept my poise, chin up, confidence circulating through my veins.

This was something I haven't felt in a long time..

The choreographer passed me, looking me up and down before continuing to tap the next person out.

Within the next few minutes, the stage was empty, barely a handful of people still dancing.

Then I saw someone. His tall frame standing behind a chair, his full pink lips set in a line. Those familiar chocolate brown curls, piercing green eyes watching my every move.

I shut my eyes tightly, opening them once more. He was still there, looking at me in particular.

"Stop." He called, the familiar low, raspy voice echoing through the building.

I could feel my eyes sting madly, hisname on the tip of my tongue.

"H-Harry?"