Enlighten Me

Meeting Mr. Perfect

It's been two days since I moved to London I've settled in this new house. Right now I'm getting ready for the ballet classes I signed up for. I was training 15 students in age group of 12 to 16.

I got into my car after locking the door. I had already visited the studio a day ago. So I was familiar with the way.

Music was on full blast I was singing along to fifth harmony.

Give it to me I'm worth it.... baby I'm worth it....a haan I'm worth it....

It is almost a twenty minute drive. I park my car in the lot and move inside busy with my phone.

"Hi Blaire ready for the first day." Catherine greets me in her chirpy voice, bringing my engrossed self out of the phone. She is the owner-cum-receptionist-cum-manager.

"All set Catherine. Are the kids here yet?" I ask.

"Yea almost of them are there." She answers going to her cabin. "Meet you after you finish the class. All the best"

"Ohk." I move towards the doors and push them open thinking 'here goes nothing.' I see kids doing warm ups, well that is new usually I wouldn't see such well mannered children. As soon as I take a step in they all stand up and bow to me and that bow was just perfect to the T, it gets my hopes high. I do same to courtesy them well that's how you usually do that.

"Hello girls and boys I'm Blaire Rose Christine. I'm going to be teaching you until the classes get over in spring." I introduce my self to them. "Today we will start with some introduction's let's start with you." I pointed to he guy on extreme end.

"Hi I'm Nick. I'm 14." I could tell he was shy with the way he anxiously rubbed his hands.

"Hi I'm Sarah I'm 13." She was the bubbly one. She had beautiful hazel eyes with tinge of orange to it. That was something that you don't see daily.

And so the introductions carried on then I explained them there their schedule.

"Anybody has any questions" Sara raised her hand almost at the speed of light. "Yes Sarah go ahead ask your question?"

"Are you Edward Christine's daughter." And there's the question I hate to answer now that it's damage has been done.

"Yes I'm his daughter." I answer with total disinterest.

"I knew it when you entered that door." She said in her fangirling tone. "You look more beautiful than those pictures they don't do you any justice."

"Why thanks Sarah." I answered her curtly, wanting to end the conversation. I see Trey's hand go up next "Go ahead ask your question Trey."

"Ma'am I've seen your Swan lake performance can you please show us how many fouettes can you do?" He asked me.

After processing what he asked me I was shocked how had he known me for who I am and not who my father is, I was genuinely surprised and almost instantaneously agreed to his demand, "I will sure thing."

I got hold of my ballet slippers that were laid in my duffle bag, resting for so long.

I tied them up and did a bit of warm up. And stood in my position and started with the fouettes. After 10 I lost the count. I started enjoying it, the trill of it, excitement and exhilaration spreading through my veins. I loved doing this, ballet was my passion I loved it from the core of my heart. I was so engrossed with the routine that I forgot that parents had started to arrive when I was doing the last part of the act I was caught in two hazel eyes he was looking straight at me then I took my last leap and took a bow.

I did not know how this one hour went by. The parents were applauding. But the guy with hazel eyes did not budge to look away or show simple appreciation.

One by one I met each and every parent introduced myself well some recognised me and others chose to ignore which made me really happy. They appreciated me for my achievements in such a young age. And were glad that their children had a chance to learn from me. Well to say I was flattered would be an understatement, I was on the seventh heaven and a constant smile was plastered on my face.

After bidding Adios to Ben's aunt, I took in a deep breath, last but not the least it was time to meet Mr. Hazel eyes who came to pick his, assuming, sister and I wasn't surprised that he was Sara's kin one could easily see the similarities but it was something different that was biting me he seemed awfully familiar like I had met him or seen him. I asked without a second thought, "have we meet before?" To which he gave a devilish smirk but denied. Then it hit me like a whiplash he was the guy that I saw on the street that day.

"Hello I'm Blaire Rose Christine. I'm going to teach Sarah for the next 6 months." I said and offered my hand for a shake. I was back to the formality I made myself a little bit more composed.

"Hello I'm Zayn Malik, I'm Sarah's brother." He had perfect jawline high cheek bones and all that, that takes to be a greek god. He confirmed that he was indeed Sara's brother I would have judged if it was any other way. He took my hand, what I did not expect was that he had other plans he took my hand and kissed back of my hand. Too old school but that was a later thought at that moment I was to preoccupied by the sparks that flew throughout my body as soon as his lips had connected to my hand. It was an emotion that words could not describe. It was like a whole zoo was partying in my stomach. In short i was out of my head and i was completely into the moment and he was my gravity in that very moment.