A Little Bit of Love Hate

One More Time?

Logan's POV

As soon I said those simple words, I tapped the end button quickly. Letting out a deep breath, I tried my best to fight back the salty droplets.

My face burned with an unusual emotion, I immediately new I had made the wrong decision.

Taking the job as Harry's dancer had put me in a risky situation. Something deep inside had ushered me to take the position, it wasn't the thought of the money.. It was something else.

It was as if something was telling me to give Harry a chance, a chance to proven he's changed. But, there was always that one doubt that would change your whole opinion on one thing.

I heard Lou's voice from behind the door, asking me if I was okay.

"Yeah. I'll be out in a minute." I said, turning on the faucet and splashing my face with the cool water.

I stared at myself in the mirror, examining my appearance. My hair was still up in a messy bun, my face dripping with water.

My hand slowly made its way to my neck, grasping the chain that was maudlin to me.

"Just.. Just give him one chance." I whispered to myself, squeezing the small charm.

I walked out of the washroom, my face buried into the soft towel. Louis's arms wrapping around my waist.

I stifled a giggle as he lifted me up and sat me down on the bed.

"The wedding is in seven months.." He cooed into my ear.

"I know.." I said, placing my head on his lap, staring into his mesmerizing eyes.

Deep within, I was hoping that within the next few months, nothing would change.

|2 days|

Harry's POV

I stood in front of the girls, microphone stand in front of me, my large hands gripping the pole.

I sung a few bars from a short pop song, watching the dancers move with a certain kind of passion, a deep amount of emotion put into each of their moves.

My eyes especially focused on Logan, her dazzling smile appearing on her full pink lips as she walked across the studio kicking her legs upward whilst spinning.

I think my mouth was partially agape, eyes widened in awe. The other girls stared at her enviously, it was easily perceived that they were trying to impress me. Their eyes on me as they did each move, a smile taking form on their lips as I gave them a small nod.

But all my attention was on Logan, I was swooned by her attitude and talent, her hazel eyes somewhat picturesque.

My heart just skipped a beat thinking about it.

I walked to the small seat in the back f the studio passing Logan.

I timidly looked into her eyes, "Great job today." I mumbled as I retrieved my bottle of water.

My compliment was unrequited, only receiving a small nod in return.

Even though she had accepted the job, she didn't appear to be comfortable around me. Her body tensed if she sensed I was about to touch her, even speaking to her she seemed at an unease.

As I walked out of the building I heard that soft voice from behind me, calling out my name nervously.

"H-Harry?" Logan called once more, I came to a halt, turning on my heels brows raised in inquiry.

"Hmm?"

She walked up to me swiftly, taking my hand in hers she placed a small white envelope in my palm.

She closed my fist, turning away without another word.

I opened the envelope, feeling a cool metal chain graze my fingertips. I pulled the item out.

Our charm.