Logan's POV
"5-6-7-8!" The head choreographer called, her effortless moves were mimicked, our failed attempts resulting in her frustration.
"The show is in two nights, and you all expect to go on that stage representing Harry?" She questioned, brows raised in both amusement and concern. We shook our heads, taking our previous positions, muscles aching from hours of rehearsal.
The door creaked open, the brown curls popping in and taking a seat in the corner of the room.
The other girls seemed to brighten up, standing taller, more poised.
Pamela queued the music, walking us through the difficult steps once more.
The other dancers' A-Game seeming to appeal to Harry. I laughed to myself, witnessing their change of attitude to impress their little crush.
I glanced over, his green eyes meeting mine, the charm dangling from his neck as he slouched forward, his cheek resting on his fist.
His smile clouded my thoughts, making me stumble on my own feet.
The mistake caused everyone to burst out in laughter, Harry obviously stifling his own.
I shot him a glare, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.
"Sorry.." I mumbled, my eyes darting to the ground.
"Klutz." One of the other girls scoffed, the room erupting in another fit of giggles.
"It was my fault. She- she's still distracted by our date last night." Harry winked.
My mouth went agape, my eyes widening in disbelief.
He threw me a cheeky grin, his dimple somehow making my knees grow weak.
The room went silent, as if Harry's comment destroyed their humiliating thoughts.
Pamela gave us another nod, beginning from where we left off.
I tried not to focus on anyone but myself, my eyes focusing on the mirror ahead of me, trying to make my movements more precise yet graceful. My head was held high as I turned, kicking my leg up and grabbing it close to my body. I tried to hold this graceful embodiment throughout the routine, yet failing in doing so due to the rhythm of the music.
Pamela gave us a five minute break, everyone rushing for the cells and bottles of water.
I took a seat in the corner of the room, watching everyone else socialize. I was basically an outcast here. It felt like.. Like high school all over again.
Someone took a seat next to me, letting out a long sigh before breaking the silence.
"They're just jealous of you." His velvet voice cooed. I looked to my left, peering at him with narrowed brows.
"Why?" I inquired, pulling my legs up to my chest.
He stared at me meaningfully, the soft color of his green eyes making my heart beat a bit fast.
"Because, you're beautiful." He smiled.
I elbowed him lightly, rolling my eyes.
"They could be models. I'm.. I'm a potato.." I laughed quietly.
Harry glared at me, "A potato?" He questioned, raising his brows. I nodded my head, biting the inside of my cheek.
"You must be a really beautiful potato then..." He whispered leaning in. I found myself doing so as well, his warm breath grazing against my lips.
I didn't know what I was doing, his full lips pressed against mine unexpectedly.
He kissed me..
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfic"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
