Behind the Mirror

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3: Blah Blah Blah (Kesha)

***NOTES: I'm so sorry!! I know I said that I would post this chapter yesterday but my internet crashed...it sucked. Well here you go! I promise I'll make it up to you my dears!! Oh and by the way, Niall is introduced in this chapter!!!!! YAAAAAY!!! Okay, go go go! Read, read, read! ;D Love you guys!***

Harry groaned at the sound of his phone ringing from his nightstand. Not even bothering to check who it was, he pulled the pillow over his head tried to block it out. After about five rings it stopped and Harry smiled peacefully. Ten minutes later, more ringing. Harry sighed exasperatedly and murmured a string of curse words under his breath as he crawled over to the other side of the bed. He picked up his phone. 2 Missed Calls. Harry squinted at the clock and saw that it was almost noon. He begrudgingly stood up and unlocked the phone to see who the calls were from. Both were from the same unknown number. Just as he was about to call it back, he got a text from the same number.

Harry opened it and his eyes widened almost comically. There was no way.

Hey Harry! It's Louis, Eleanor's dance teacher from yesterday??? Yeah, she gave me ur # so I could tell u that ur first class starts at 3:00 today. U still up for it? Louis x

Harry let out a not-too-manly squeal and began rocking on his heels like a school girl with a crush. Come on Styles! Get it together! As much as he tried, the dopey grin wouldn't come off of his face. He came crashing back to reality when he realized that he should probably text back now.

Hey Louis. Of course I'm still up for it! Can't wait to start and thnx again for paying for my 30 day trial :p . C ya then! Harry x

Almost immediately, a reply came back,

Haha ok Harry, c ya then! Hope u can keep up with me ;)! Louis x

Harry laughed loudly and put his phone on the counter. He could just tell that today was going to be great.

By the time 2:30 rolled around, Harry was dressed in some gray sweats and a faded Ramones t-shirt. He had tried and failed miserably in taming his unruly curls, so he just pulled a gray beanie to cover what he could. He stumbled out of his apartment with his green bag slung around his shoulder and walked over to his car that was in the very front of the parking lot. The familiar signs of winter were closing in quickly, not that Harry minded much; The cool air hitting his face, the crunching of his shoes under the snow, and the overall just Christmas cheer was just lovely.

Harry slid into the driver's seat and turned on the engine. After waiting for the car to heat up, he pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the studio. While he was driving, Harry's mind drifted back to Louis. The dance teacher was going through something right now, that much was clear. Louis did a good job of hiding it though. Harry tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he pondered about the whole situation. Well if he was hiding his problems from other people, that could mean one of two things: A. The problem could be little and he just didn't think it was necessary to tell anyone, or B. It's a more important problem that he's hiding for some unknown reason. Harry shuddered at the thought, hoping that it was the former.

He pulled into the parking lot of the dance studio at exactly 2:53 and he practically strutted threw the doors out of sheer joy. Harry sauntered up to the lady at the front desk and flashed her his most charming smile, which she blushed at. “Hello,” Harry drawled, glancing down at her name-tag which read Caroline, “My name's Harry, Harry Styles. I'm here for Mr. Tomlinson's 3:00 o'clock class,” he stated, but it came out more like a question. Caroline smiled and nodded. She looked at her computer screen and squinted her eyes as she scrolled through some sort of list. After about a minute of scrolling and typing, Caroline finally told him that he had been registered and was free to go in. Harry was about to turn to go to the room, when she called out to him, “Oh, uh...Harry,”. He turned back to her expectantly. She looked at Harry and winked, “You know Harry, you're very lucky to be in Mr. Tomlinson's class. He's a real great bloke. Have fun sweetie!” She finished fondly. Harry gave his thanks and waved goodbye. Wow, he thought, People here are just so...so nice!