Dirty Dancing

7

The next evening I knock on Louis' cabin door. I hear music so hopefully, he's there. I gulp nervously. He opens the door and stares at me in surprise.
"Can I come in?"

He moves away from the doorway and I step inside and look around.

"I guess it's not a great room. You probably got a great room." He apologizes. He sounds nervous.

"No. It's a great room!" I assure him.

He walks over to the record player to kill the music.
"Leave it on." I say.

He doesn't have a shirt on and I gulp again. He turns around to look at me. I take a step closer.
"I'm sorry about the way my father treated you." I say sincerely without breaking eye contact.

"No. Your father was great. He was great." Louis protests.

He drags a hand through his hair and sighs.
"The way he took care of Eleanor."

"I mean the way he was with you. It's really me it has to do with." I explain.

He just looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I take a deep breath.
"Louis, I came here because my father..."

He interrupts me. Takes a step closer.
"No. The way he saved her... I could never do anything like that. That was something. People treat me like I'm nothing because I am nothing."

I can't believe what I'm hearing.
"That's not true! You're everything!"
I say, upset he thinks so little of himself.

He clenches his jaw.
"You don't understand the way it is for somebody like me. Last month I'm eating candy to stay alive. This month, women are stuffing diamonds in my pockets. I'm balancing on shit and I can be down there again."

"No, it's not the way it is! It doesn't have to be that way!" I protest fiercely.

He comes even closer.
I've never known anyone like you. You think you can make the world better. Somebody's lost, you find them. Somebody's bleeding..."

It's my turn to interrupt.
"I go get my daddy. That's really brave, like you said." I snort.

"That took a lot of guts to go to him! You are not scared of anything." He states.

I just stare at him before I open my mouth to correct him, letting my emotion get the upper hand.
"I'm scared of everything! I'm scared of what I saw. I'm scared of what I did, who I am. I'm scared of walking out of here and never feeling for the rest of my life... the way I feel when I'm with you!"

His eyes widen and he lets a small gasp slip. I take a step closer so our chests touch.
"Dance with me."

"What, here?" He questions.

"Here." I reply softly.

He takes me in his arms and we start to dance slowly. He stares intensely at me and then he leans in to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. The dance is foreplay. He removes my shirt, kisses my neck, before he dips me back and brings me back. We're grinding and kissing and it does wonders for the erection.

We move to his bed. He kisses every inch of my body as he removes our pants. My breath hitches and he looks up, making sure I'm okay. I bite my lip. Blushes.
"It's my first time." I admit.

"Shit! We don't have to do this." He says.

"I want to." I assure him.

He smiles and captures my lips.
He's gentle. My body is on fire but he takes the time to make me ready. He makes sure I'm comfortable, asking me if I'm okay now and then. It's a wonderful first time and I'm so glad it's with him.

We just lay and talk afterward until I have to hurry off to eat dinner with my family. He gives me a goodbye kiss and smiles sweetly.

I join my family at the table. My father doesn't even look at me.
"Singers, dancers, actors, this is your lucky day! Auditions for the annual Kellerman
end-of-the-season talent show... beginning in the playhouse." Niall shouts through his megaphone. He must really love to use it as it always seems glued to his hand.

Zayn walks up to us. He smiles at me.
"Everyone gonna be in the show?"

"We're leaving tomorrow. Miss the weekend traffic." My father answers. I just stare at him.

"But we're paid up 'til Sunday."
My mother protests.

"And miss the show?" My sister questions.

"I said we're leaving tomorrow." My father mutters. He still refuses to look at me. I want to sink through the ground.

"I was going to sing in the show." Gemma pouts.

"It's the big event. People bring their own arrangements. You don't want to miss it. Baby, I need you for props." Zayn adds.

"Why would you want to leave early?" My mother wonders, sounding confused.

"It was just an idea. We can stay if you want to." My dad shrugs. Then he turns to Gemma giving her his full attention while he continues to ignore me.
"So, what were you planning to sing?"

Gemma smiles excitedly. I feel bad for her. I just realized that our dad gives me more attention sometimes.
"l Feel Pretty. Or What Do the Simple Folk Do? Or l Feel Pretty. What do you think, Daddy?"

The next day I head over to Eleanor to see how she's doing. I smile when I step inside her cabin.
"You look much better."

"You just missed your father. He's such a wonderful man." Eleanor smiles.

The door opens and Louis steps inside. He freezes when he sees me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realize..."

"You couldn't have. It's okay." I smile.

We lock eyes for a second and then he turns to face Eleanor.
"So, how you doin'?"

"I'm okay. Dr. Styles says I'm going to be fine. I can still have children." Eleanor beams.

"Oh, El, that's really great." Louis replies happily.

"So, how did it go last night?" Eleanor asks and looks between us.

Louis glances at me.
"Good."

I can't keep my eyes off him. I try not to stare but fail miserably.
"Fine. I didn't do the lifts,
but it was good."

The room goes silent.
"Well, I guess I gonna go. See ya." I say and walk toward the door. I turn my head and give Louis one last long look before I exit the cabin.

"So, he says you're going to be fine?" Louis asks Eleanor, trying to pretend as if nothing happened.

"What are you doing?" Eleanor snaps.

"I'll tell Max your grandmother died." Louis replies, avoiding the question altogether.

"How many times have you told me never get mixed up with them?" Eleanor argues upset.

"I know what I'm doing." Louis sighs.

She sits up in bed.
"You listen to me. You've got to stop it now."

Louis looks up at the floor, letting his eyes trail.

I wait for him outside. He stops to look at me.
"Look, I gotta run. I got a lesson with the Kramers. They'll kill each other if I'm not there."

"Well, sure. You've gotta go." I say shyly.

"I'll see ya." Louis hurries off.

"Louis!" I yell.

He turns around and I just stare at him, looking for answers. He smiles at me and turn around and walks away.