A Little Bit of Love Hate

Again

Logan's POV

I walked into the small studio where Harry was holding the first rehearsal, my palms sweaty, body tense.

Three other girls stood aside, stretching and pulling at their legs, doing small hops in order to warm up their toes.

I smiled at them, hoping to expect one in return, but none of them looked interested in my attendance.

Someone caught my attention, chocolate curls bouncing loosely as he walked into the room.

His green eyes making contact with mine instantly.

"Hello everyone." He cooed, his smooth voice finding a way to ring in my ears.

The girls from behind me smiled, waving madly, their faces turning a deep shade of scarlet.

I gave him a small nod, continuing to lace up my dance shoes.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?" He asked, grabbing hold of my exposed shoulder.

My body tensed, his foreign touch sending a bizarre feeling throughout my body.

"Oh.. Uh. Yes." I mumbled, following him out into the vacant hall.

It was as if I was meeting a stranger, the unfamiliar sense of friendship and trust was buried deep in the past.

"Logan.." He whispered under his breath, his green orbs meeting mine with a certain confidence.

"Haz..?" I said softly, I saw his body stiffen in response to the name I had called him.

"Only a few people call me that. All of them are back home in.." I cut him off.

"Cheshire.." I said quietly, completing his sentence. "Holmes Chapel to be exact.." I said a bit louder.

A look of bewilderment was plastered on to his face, his mouth slightly agape, eyes wide in disbelief.

"So.. It is you..." He said, reaching out to grab my arm. I took a small step back, avoiding his touch.

"I-I've... I've missed you.." He stuttered, unable to put together a proper sentence.

"You're the one who left." I said, my voice showing no emotion.

"I-I." He mumbled, looking down at the ground timidly.

"You said you wouldn't leave.." I whispered, my eyes still glued to the tiled floor. Harry didn't respond, the stark silence filling the halls.

I shook my head, still astounded by the amount of strength I had gathered to say that.

I made my way towards the studio, my heart beating with an unfamiliar rhythm.

I felt his hand grasp my wrist tightly, pulling me back towards him.

A soft gasp escaped my parted lips, his toned chest making a slight thump as my back made contact with it.

I felt my body tremble beneath his grasp, the pain in my left arm growing harsh as he tightened his hold.

I put my hand against his chest in a failed attempt to shove him away.

"Stop.." I muttered, fisting the black t-shirt he was wearing.

The light green orbs I had previously disappeared behind the dark shade of green they now held.

I let out a quiet whimper, enduring the unbearable pain.

A small curse escaped his lips as he received a punch to his chest. My efforts to remove my had from his grip resulted in something different.

I watched as his eyes drifted from mine to the hand he was gripping. His gaze meeting the shining ring on my finger.

His eyes growing wide, full lips parting in disbelief.

He held it close, his eyes embracing every diamond on the small ring.

"You-you're engaged..?"