Adagio. Allegro. Allonge. Arabesque.
We had done the same four ballet moves at least six times. My body was still aching from my cold and these stretches were killing me.
"And again!" I groaned silently and repeated the steps twice over. Harry had left right before I had this morning and I was still feeling upset about his lie. "All right, you girls can go. Our next class is Wednesday at eight a.m. sharp." I hurried over to an empty bench and pulled off my pointe shoes. Sliding into my flats, I noticed I had a text.
To Alyson; From Harry (15:00)
You look amazing dancing xx
I was smiling like a complete fool as I walked down the corridor. Harry must've shown up and watched my class at some point.
"Alyson?" A strong Irish accent pulled my gaze up and I recognized the blond haired lad. "Hey, I didn't know you went here." Niall had a charming smile and a black backpack slung over his left shoulder.
"Hey, yeah I study dancing," we began walking side by side and my phone went off again.
To Alyson; From Harry (15:13)
Wish we could see each other tonight
He used one of those sad face emoticons at the end of the text and then I realized Niall had been talking. Niall and Harry seemed to have been friends for awhile. It made me wonder if he knew who Cassadee was. I'm sure he did. In the pit of my stomach I knew I shouldn't ask Niall anything, but I couldn't get the memory of his phone call out of my mind.
"Hey, Niall," I asked. We had stepped out into the fresh England air and were walking towards my car. He nodded once at me and I knew it was okay to go on. "I don't know if I should even be asking you this since I haven't even asked Harry, but," I paused and he nodded me on. We faced each other and I realized that he was quite attractive. My head came up to his chin and he had stunning blue eyes. In comparison, though, he was nowhere near as handsome as Harry.
"Go on," he chuckled, slinging his bag over his other shoulder.
"Do you know who Cassadee is?" Niall's expression instantly dropped and so did my stomach. "She called and texted him last night and then in the middle of the night she called him and he lied and said he was at your place and I don't know." Niall chewed on his middle nail while I rambled on
"Alyson, Alyson," he said, distracting me from my endless speech. "Honestly, I don't think I should be the one to tell you."
I drove home replaying Niall's words in my head. What did he mean he shouldn't be the one to tell me? The more I thought about it the faster my heart started to beat. When I turned onto my street the familiar black Range Rover caught my eye immediately. A smile crept onto my face and I parked beside him. He opened my door for me and smiled when I got out.
"Hey beautiful," I blushed at his words and even more so when his finger tips grazed over my cheekbones.
"I-I thought you couldn't stop by tonight?" Harry brushed his lips over my forehead and then pressed his palm to it.
"You're warm again? Why did you go to class?" I rolled my eyes and stepped away from. Leading him into my flat, he plopped onto my couch immediately.
"I went to class because I like to dance," he wriggled his eyebrows at me and my core ached. "Why'd you stop by?" I sat beside him and smiled.
"I can't come see you?" I slapped his chest playfully. "No, I can't stay long. I have to do that... thing in about an hour."
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