In The Spotlight (LS au)

3 - To live is the rarest thing in the world

(2601 words)

"No Harold you're doing it all wrong. Your hands are supposed to be on Taylor's waist. It's a simple box step." Mr. Roberts shakes his head as the curly headed boy stumbles over his feet. He claps his hands to a beat, "One... two, three. One... two, three." He demonstrates with Taylor, who gives him a sad smile.

"Sorry sir, I'll practice some more this afternoon." Mr. Roberts nods and dismisses them for lunch. Harry packs his bag taking his inhaler out of his pocket and throwing it to the bottom. He hasn't had an asthma attack in years but keeping it on him would be safer considering all the dancing he has to do. As he walks out of the smaller dance room and heads for the stairs he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns slightly to see Taylor walking next to him. "Hey Taylor, your acting is phenomenal." He says awkwardly, he doesn't particularly like talking to girls. Well, he more so doesn't know how to talk to them. All he really does is listen, because they're nonstop when he asks them a question about themselves.

"Thanks! Hey, me and the girls, y'know Eleanor, Maya, and Amelia are going canoeing during free time at the beach. Wanna join us?" She says with a friendly smile. As they head up the stairs he sees Louis talking with Zayn, Stan, and Gaten. A grin slowly slides to his face as Louis' loud voice travels across the lobby. "Hello? Harry?" She snaps in his face and his trance is broken.

"Hm? Oh, uh I think I'm going to be busy actually. Maybe tomorrow?" His eyes don't leave Louis as he answers Taylor. He walks away without a goodbye.

"-and when I tell you he flew off of that horse's back, no I'm not joking! The irish lad landed on his arm. Nearly broke it, the poor boy." Gaten is cackling as Louis tells his story, the younger boy stared at Louis in glee. When Zayn spotted Harry he waved at him with a giant smile. Louis then turned around and his face lit up. "Harold! It's about time you showed up! The lads are all waiting inside, Niallar sprained his wrist from a horseback riding incident." Harry cringes. "Promise it wasn't as bad as I make it sound."

"Right, you're just trying to be cool for Gaten." Zayn says hopping to his feet and wrapping an arm around Harry's waist, he pecked his cheek. "Missed ya curly."

"Hey... that's my nickname for Haz." Louis says smacking Zayn's hand away from Harry's waist. Harry giggled quietly as the four of them walked into the cafeteria, with Louis slamming the doors open. Nearly everyone stops talking and looks towards the swinging doors. "Be calm! You're king is here!" He shouted over all the noise. Everyone laughed and then went back to eating. A sly smirk still prominent on his lips he looked over at Harry. "How was choreo?" Harry's sighs.

"A mess, like always. By now Paul should know I'm not a dancer, it's why I chose this role! I was told there'd be no dancing." He says frustrated. Louis simply chuckles as they set their bags down at their table. Harry pouts and Louis rubs his back gently.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm shit at dancing, so Paul has pulled me out of every dance number. From the few that I'm in at least." Harry grimaces. "Anyway, after vocals we're going zip lining. Wanna come?" Louis wraps his arm around Harry's waist guiding him into the lunch line. The boy's face immediately heats up as the shorter one grips his hip. Zayn walks next to them his knuckle grazes his arm, he's smirking as he looks forward. Harry rolls his eyes, scoffing. The hand disappears from his waist, and he turns to look at a disappointed Louis, "If you didn't want to go you could've just said so." He says in a dismissive tone, walking ahead of them.

"Wait- no- that wasn't towards zip lining, Zayn shoved me." He says quickly grabbing his hand. "I want to go." Louis looked back up at him with a smile coming back onto his lips.

"You're funny curly." Harry swears sometimes this boy has crazy mood swings. "Now, let's get this gross thing that they call lunch." Once again Harry is giggling as they get their food.