Royal Mess || Harry Styles a.u.

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Di.

I was just about to start the sequence again when a soft voice interrupted me.

"Di?"

My eyes are closed but I can easily imagine yet another look of dissapointment. I shouldn't be upset. I should be used to those looks by now.

I shake my head, silently willing him to leave. But he doesn't.

"What are you doing?"

Even though I would like to believe that he's only speaking about now, I know that's not true. He means what am I doing in general. Why am I always fcking everything up? Why do I try so hard if I won't succeed anyway?

Well, fuck you Harry and your perfection. Fuck you!

5, 6, 7, 8,

Right leg up. Down. Pirouette to the right.

Don't forget to spot your head!

I keep going and during a small jump I feel a strong but gentle hand on my shoulder. I shake it off [aayyyee] and keep going.

Focus.

Balancé, balancé. Up up. Turn.

That very same hand tries to grab my arm again, causing me to topple slightly during my turn.

I regain my footing and freeze. I have somehow managed to have kept my eyes closed this whole time. I fear that when I open them, all my failures will be visible again.

I take a deep breath and just as I start to lift my leg again, he grabs my arm and spins me to face him. That's when I open my eyes, with anger blazing in them.

"Don't touch me!" I shout with an overwhelmingly croaky voice. My normal voice had dissappeared back at the studio already.

"I'm just tryi-" his eyes are pleading but I know it's just an act.

I forcefully pull my arm from where it was captured in his large hand.

"Just leave! I don't need you or your help. Whatever you're trying to do isn't worth it so just fcking leave!"

Instead of the expected look of shock, his expression only grows sadder.

"Please just listen to me."

For some reason he is still talking softly which is stupid. How am I supposed to hear over the loud music playing?

He probably realises that I zoned out, mistaking it as a go-ahead.

Both of his hands move down to lift mine up to my chest height. I struggle to focus on anything. My vision is almost completely blurred. He lets out a small whimper.

"Baby, look what you've done!" [I'M NOT EVEN SORRY]

All I manage to see on my right hand is some sort of off purple colour. It still isn't enough to pull me from my state though.

"Does it hurt? "

I'm pretty sure he's speaking to me but I stay silent. I don't even know what he's talking about.

Go again. And don't stop this time.

I determinedly rip my hands from his grip and walk across the studio, ready to start again. This time uninterrupted.