Only to Dance (n.s.) [ON HOLD]

III

Harry's POV

I woke up in my bed with my alarming blaring at me, telling me to get my ass up. I groaned, stuffing my face into the pillow briefly and then reluctantly rolled out of my bed. I looked in the mirror to see my hair looking a little too greasy to just leave for the day, so I decided to take a shower.

As the warm water dripped down my back, I couldn't help but think of the events of yesterday. I could still feel Niall's blue eyes boring into mine. He was so beautiful, he is so beautiful. His gorgeous sky eyes, his soft blonde hair, his lovely petite frame. I wanted him so bad, but I knew there was a rare chance of me having him.

Why would he want to be with me, a business major who's barely spoken to him before, when he could have Liam or Zayn or one of his thousand other handsome ballet partners?

Once I had finished with my shower, I threw on a black button down and skinny jeans, making sure to leave the top couple buttons of the shirt open. Today I only had two classes to go to, business and art, a mandatory class, and I wasn't feeling the effort of a dressy outfit.

~~

"Come on Harry, we've been talking about the show for at least a week," Cindy whined. "Literally, how could you not know about it?"

"I don't know! I have more important things to think about...?" I shrugged my shoulders, but on the inside, I was freaking out. Apparently my art teacher was taking our class to watch the ballet student's show and to study their anatomy and body movement. I hadn't heard about this trip, and was currently freaking out, because what if Niall was there?

"You thinking about pretty boy?" Cindy questioned with a smirk.

"Shut up, Cindy," I hissed. "Don't be so loud."

"You act like you don't like it when people are loud, but I bet if you had the chance you'd let Niall be loud with you, if you know what I mean," she waggled her eyebrows.

I sighed. "I don't even know why I'm friends with you."

"You love me."

Once we got to the theater, we all took our seats in one section of the front rows. Cindy and I sat together and I could see perfectly from this view. My heart was racing fast as soon as the lights shut off and the murmured voice ceased.

A soft piano melody began, and the spotlight slowly brightened to show a silhouette of two people on the stage. I recognized the tune as Not About Angles by Birdy and let the quiet music take over my senses.

My heart beat even faster when I realized the silhouette was Liam and Niall. Liam was bent forward, holding Niall's small waist as Niall bent his back in a dramatic pose as if he was trying to do a back bend. {pose up top} Liam was wearing black skin-tight pants that made many of the girls from my art class swoon. And Niall was wearing a light gray leotard with white tights and a long, light gray tutu, which made me swoon. As the woman's voice began to sing, they started moving.

We know full well there's just time

Liam started pulling Niall up, and Niall raised his head, bringing his arm up to softly stroke Liam's face with his dainty hand.

So is it wrong to dance this line?

Liam started to push Niall away, turning his head to face the other way. He released his hold on Niall, starting to step away from him as Niall looked on sadly.

If your heart was full of love

He reaches out to touch Liam, but Liam pushes his hand away. Niall walks up to him again, wrapping his arm around his shoulder and leaning his head on the other. Liam still doesn't look at him, but brings his arm up behind him to grab Niall's leg and lifts him up, slowly spinning them around.

Could you give it up?

Other dancers begin to appear on the stage, about four couples, dancing along synchronized, but Liam and Niall remained in the front.

'Cause what about, what about angels?

They will come, they will go, make us special

They stayed the main couple, telling the real story of the dance. It seemed as thought it was telling a story of falling out of love. Possibly Niall was dead, and Liam was trying to forget him, let him go so he could move on. But not matter how hard he tried, Niall still came back and Liam still loved him.

Don't give me up

Don't give... me up

I couldn't stop watching Niall's delicate frame, his stunning movements. I couldn't help but wish it was me up there instead of Liam, dancing with him. I wanted to touch his soft skin, hold his beautiful body. I wanted to stare passionately into his eyes and never let go.

How unfair, it's just our luck

Found something real that's out of touch

I haven't even spoken to him before, haven't even held a real conversation with him. I didn't deserve him. He was beautiful and frail and perfect.

But if you'd search the whole wide world

Would you dare to let it go?

He deserved someone like Liam, someone with similar interests. I wanted to protect him, I wanted to be the only one he ran to, the only one he really loved.

'Cause what about, what about angels?

They will come, they will go, make us special

And I hadn't even met him yet.