Prima Ballerina [Harry Styles]

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-Louis's P.O.V-

I groaned, putting the phone down.

"Can some of you please come with me home?" I asked, looking at the lads with puppy eyes. I pouted my button lip and made it tremble, me eyes watered and I went on my knees, looking up at them all.

"The puppy face? This must be bad," Liam sighed. I nodded, keeping my face.

"Fine, you have to suffer, we'll suffer with you," Harry said, making me jump up and fist bump the air.

"What is it even?" Zayn asked, not looking up from his damn phone.

"Mum is forcing me to come to the school talent show."

"What!?" Niall said in horror.

"Noooo..." Zayn cried out, finally putting his iPhone down.

"Yeees, now you said you'd come, so come on," I said, walking out of the cafe with them grumpily walking behind me. We got in the car and I drove us home to Doncaster.

At home, I got a couple of good hugs from my sisters and mum. The other lads also got hugs and they got settled in the guestrooms, while I put my bag in my room. It never changes from each time I come home and I love it.

I hope home never changes.

~~~~~

"So... Who of you are performing something?" Liam asked while we ate dinner.

"I am," Lottie said, smiling with her braces on show.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"Dancing with a couple of other girls. We lost a bet, so you're allowed to laugh." I chuckled and shook my head lightly. Lottie had never really been a very shy person, so this didn't surprise me much.

"How many acts are there?" Zayn asked her. She looked up, probably thinking.

"I think it's about 15 and then there are art stuff as well, paintings and such," she said after a bit.

"Is there any good there?" Harry asked, making her roll her eyes.

"Of course there are some good, Harry. There are a couple of dancers and groups, or singers. I think even one of the acts are doing some kind of ballet thing. It's supposedly very beautiful. I've never seen them dance before, but their names are Avangeline and Richard. They're seniors," she said, then put some spaghetti in her mouth.

"Is she hot?" Mum sent Harry a scolding look. He raised his hands innocently.

"You'd probably like her. She's blonde, blue eyes and the full package. The thing is, she is so damn guarded. She's nice and all, but Richard is like her only friend. Everyone pretty much gave up on being her friend after her second year here. She moved from Paris four years ago." She rolled her eyes at the end, making me look at her questioningly.

Everyone did actually.

"What?" she asked annoyed by our staring.

"You sound jealous," Zayn said what was on all our minds and we looked at her expectantly.

"Who wouldn't be? Wait until you see her. She's like the perfect child, minus the prude part though." I laughed at her last part.

"Don't be so mean, Lottie. You never know what's going on outside school," mum scolded her, but she had a point. She might be that guarded because she has trust issues or something. You never know.

"Anyways, how old is she?" Harry asked, making us all look at him dumbly, even Daisy and Phoebe.

"She's on her last year and it's March 12th, her birthday was March 1st." Lottie said, letting him find it out himself.

"So... She's 18?"

"Yes, Harry, yes! She's 18," Daisy exclaimed, her tone indicating that he's an idiot.

"Okay okay." He raised his hands in mock surrender. The conversation then just flowed. We talked about our tour, the girls' school and mum's work. We just had a little catch up...

But it was nice to be home.