Behind the Mirror

CHAPTER 1: 4 Minutes (Madonna feat. Justin Timberlake)

 ***NOTES: Heyyyy there! My name is Zoey and I am a hard core Larry shipper, not that I have anything against Eleanor! She's great, don't get me wrong! Okay well I got this idea from my friend who was begging for a dancer!louis and dancer!harry fic and I've never really published anything on wattpad before so sorry if it sucks! Oh and each chapter kind of has a song that's either involved in the chapter or has a theme that was inspired by it! I reccomend that you listen to them as you read! Please please please comment and tell me what you think!***

***WARNINGS: Oh btw, this fanfiction is what it says, FICTION!! I don't own anyone in this fic except some of the extras ;). Umm it's rated R for language, some alcohal usage, triggering (so if this triggers you then PLZ don't read!!), and maybe smut in later chapters. Looks like you'll have to find out. Mwahaha! Love yoooou! Okay go!***

Harry slipped his bag off of his shoulder and onto the sleek wooden floor. It was quiet. He liked it like that though. When he was alone he felt like he was able to concentrate better anyways. He leaned down and unzipped his green Adidas bag, revealing various items: receipts, a water bottle, and some comfortable trainers that he swiftly snatched out and slipped on in place of his Converse. Harry took a deep breath and momentarily gazed around the room.

The floor was a light wood that had been smoothed out for all of the other dancers that may stumble through there time after time. Harry was the only one that was ever really there though as far as he knew, so he assumed that the scuff marks that had been scattered throughout the floor were mostly from him. The walls were a subtle beige color and where the back wall should have been, there was a one-way mirror. And that was by far Harry's favorite part...for many reasons.

He steadied himself about couple of meters away from the mirror and waited for about a minute or so before the door to the room that he was peeking in on suddenly swung open, revealing an almost illegally attractive guy walking in. His caramel-colored hair was done up perfectly into a quiff and Harry wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a white v neck that was also clinging to his, what looked to be, toned torso. He was thin and definitely well fit from what Harry could tell. His skin was tanned, which was odd seeing as it was still spring in London. He looked almost exotic, and Harry loved every bit of it. Remember how Harry loved that one-way mirror, yeah, well, this is probably the main reason.

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“Alright! Let's get this show on the road!” His loud, cheery voice echoed to his class who were all eager and full of joy as they watched their dance teacher in amusement. “Okay let's just check to see if everyone is here! Eleanor, Danielle, Marcus, Kennedy, Josh, Liam, Emily, Matt, Sarah, Maria...hmm,” The dance instructor pointed to the respective people as he called their names, then poked at his chin in thought. Then he snapped loudly and everyone jumped, including Harry, “Oh no! Where's Niall? Our little Irish leprechaun isn't sick is he?” Liam then scoffed quietly from next to him,

“Nope! He's seeing from friends of his from Dublin. They're probably drunk right about...” He held out the last word for a sarcastic effect, “now,”. Liam tapped his watch at that moment and the room erupted with laughter and snickering and even Harry couldn't hold back the chuckle that escaped deep in his throat.

The beautiful dance instructor held his hand up in order to tell the class to calm down. Harry looked through the one-way window, enjoying how he could admire the teacher without seeming too much like a creep. Facing the- well, mirror in his point of view- the instructor called to his class, a mischievous smirk playing on his features, “Well it looks like we're going to have to make our Nialler regret not coming, right guys?” The whole class hollered and whooped when the music to “4 Minutes” by Justin Timberlake and Madonna began to echo in the dance studio.