Logan's POV
I felt his eyes on me, the sharp green of his eyes acting upon my senses.
I glanced up, our gazes locking with just one look.
Harry seemed lost in thought, his bottom lip placed between his teeth, defined jawline resting upon his fist.
I paced around the stage, listening to the music play and following the choreographer.
His eyes narrowed, an intense amount of pressure burdened upon me.
I could feel the other dancers stare at me as I danced my solo, shaking and swaying my hips with the beat of the music.
I lost myself in the experience, my head held higher than before.
As soon as the music had been put to an end, I opened my eyes, looking at the empty seats of the stadium.
My chest rising and falling heavily.
The other dancers clapped their hands lightly, faces still stoic, lacking emotion.
"You.. You can take a break." Pamela smiled, patting my shoulder.
I thanked her, walking to one of the empty seats.
I glanced behind me, Harry somehow making a disappearance.
I fought the urge of looking for him, apologizing for my rude behavior from the previous afternoon.
I grabbed my small satchel, searching through it for my phone.
A bright piece of paper caught my attention, making me furrow my brows in question.
I took it out, unfolding the neatly creased note.
'Please meet me out back. - Harry'
I glanced up, watching the other dancers come forth, smiles on their faces as they socialized. I walked past them, making my way out of the building.
His brown curls caught my attention immediately, his back facing me.
"You left me a note..?" I inquired, approaching him hesitantly.
He turned around, a small bouquet of red roses in his hand.
"I-I just wanted to.. To apologize for everything.."
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"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...
