When Worlds Collide ( Ballet Dancer x Reader )

Chapter 3: Confessions

The next few weeks were.... rough. To say the least.

Lou and you still had to meet once a week and you *did*. In a way.

The usual procedure for the last few weeks was:
-you got to the studio when Luo was done with training,
-you entered the room,
-he started a 30min timer,
-you put on your shoes and streched,

in complete silence might you add,

-and then you both danced your own things for about 20 minutes before the timer rang and lou immediately, without a word, left.

You had tried talking the first time he danced, giving a small suggestions about one of his moves. But his glare at that was one to have chills just thinking about.

After that you completely stopped, trying a few more times only to be glared at or ignored completely.

It had been absolutely torture.

Forget the awkwardness of it all, you were also wasting time you could be using in other ways. You really did want to get better before the competition. It was only a month until the event and you wanted to be prepared.

You knew you couldn't be the only one though. Lou had a performance in a month too, on the same day. He should be just as nervous and by the bruising on his feet and concentrated expression, he *was* indeed trying to get better.

But that didn't work if you coulndt *talk*.

After a few weeks you were fed up.

"Lou you know this can't go on right? We're both wasting our time like this. We have to be able to at least *talk* for this to work. What is your problem??" You tried after entering the training room as always and waiting for everyone to filter out and leave the building.

The boy in question continued streching in front of the mirror with a bored expression.

"Are you seriously ignoring me again ??? I'm serious."

You looked at the mirror since Lou had his back turned to you. You saw your form in the backround, tall and defiant, chest heaving in frustration. You must make a weird picture to any outsiders.

A posh boy who looked like he'd die if you put too much salt in his food sitting in a half split streching and a girl who looked like she could, and was about to, beat his ass standing begin him.

You let out a frustrated growl at the lack of response and mumbled under your breath "that's enough." .

With long strides you crossed the room to the boy in an instant, crouched down to his level and turned his face in your direction by grabbing his face in your hand and pressing his cheeks harshly.

His shoked expression was so funny it almost made you forget why you did this in the first place.

But you remained composed and said with a clipped tone.

"You're going to talk to me. Or I'll make you talk. Understood?" you hear and saw the boy audibly gulp and let go of his face. His cheeks now red with your fingerprints visible in red on his skin.

"This is ridiculous, you're acting childish . Whats wrong ?? We have a month before the competition and this is going nowhere! "

You saw the boy try to keep his expression from showing emotion but his pouty lips betrayed him.

"Cmon, *talk to me* ! I'm not a mind reader! Use you words! " you stood up before the still sitting boy, legs streched in either side like he had been before you started this whole thing.

"You keep pretending like you know me.. How it's like.." you heard him whisper under his breath but the echo of the room once again revealed it to your ears.

" How it's like... what?" you asked with a questioning look, resting your hand on your hip after standing up again and shifted your weight.

"to live .. like this.."

"What it's like to be rich?" you joked, chuckling.

you knew you fucked up when the boys eyes seemed to burn into yours as he stood up suddenly.

You were inches apart as he raged.

"YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO LIVE LIKE THIS. TO BE SURVEILLED EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY. TO NOT HAVE CHOICES BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS DECIDED FOR YOU! TO FEEL LIKE NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO YOULL NEVER EVER, EVER REACH ANY OF THE EXPECTATIONS ALL OF THESE PEOPLE, THAT DONT EVEN KNOW YOU, HAVE.
THAT YOULL ALWAYS BE-"

A sob.

"-always.. always be a failure.."

the boy in front of you trembled as sobs tried to escape his throat and tears threatened to spill out his eyes but not being allowed to.

Slowly. Stiffly. You closed the distance between you two and hugged the boy tight, pressing his face into your shoulder.

"You-"
"shhh"

you shushed and relaxed your body, feeling the tremors get stronger as you whispered.

"it's all right."

And the dam broke. Tears began flowing freely and sobs started echoing around the room as the boy sank to the floor, you following to hold him.

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He clutched at your back and cried like that for what seemed like hours.

Slowly he seemed to calm down and his breathing evened out. The room was engulfed in calm silence. Until the boy spoke and broke it softly.

"I'm sor-"
"shut up."

he pulled back quickly and looked at you indignantly, haughty face looking so different with red nose and puffy eyes.

" No apologizing for crying. If you wanna explain why you did go ahead though."

you explained and the boy seemed to understand.

"I.. I know I'm privileged. In many ways. I know this but... I sometimes wished I didn't live the life I do.

I feel so guilty for saying this when others have problems that are much worse and have it harder than me.

But I can't stand the way I live. I sometimes hear I must have many friends because I'm rich but.. I don't.

I'm not allowed to make friends, much less ones that I choose myself. I only meet up with kids my age when my parents want to pretend to have good relations with other influential families.

We dont even get to talk, really.

My whole day is always planned out from morning to night.

Hell my whole *life* is planned out.

My parents have already decided where I'll study, what I'll do as a career. Who I'll marry. Where we will live and where our kids will go to school.

People I have never met pretend to like me just because of my parents and people have *expectations*. They're all diffrent and all things I never agreed to.

Just look at all the people who watch me train every day! Who supposedly have a "crush" on me! They don't even know who I am! *I* don't even know who I am at this point..."

You sighed and took the boys hand in yours.

He looked up quickly and saw you smiling encouragingly at him.

"No matter what anyone says. Your troubles are valid. If someone is drowning in 2m or 10m deep water it doesn't matter because their both drowing and both deserve to be helped.

So don't wo-"

" I know how to swim tho- OUCH!"

you hit the back of his head and sighed.

"It's a metaphor! Or analogy..? Idk whatever ! Won't try to pretend to be wise again." you muttered cursing that internet post you quoted.

"My point stands! So just shut up and cry if you need to. It's human. We're human."

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ANOTHER CHAPTER FINISHED YAYYYY
I rlly like writing this chapter and I hope you guys do too , any questions will be answered immediately so go ahead and shoot!! see yall in the next one byeee