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"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"It's Harry."
"Ugh," I heard Louis grumble over the phone. I rolled my eyes, he was childish. And he truly believes he's the greatest person? Please. "How did you even get my number?"
"Elena," I explained simply. "We need to sort out what we're doing for the recital." Shuffling was heard on the other end of the line and finally, a sigh. "I have the routine, when do you want to pick it up?"
"You're kidding, right? I get a say in our routine, too," I argued. He scoffed, "based on your original performances, you don't need to say anything." My mouth opened in shock while my hand clenched around my phone harder.
"Just meet me at the studio in 10 minutes, okay? I booked it for myself, but since you wanna be an asshole, you can come along," I spat before hanging up on him immediately. I tugged at my hair in frustration, that didn't come out right.
I didn't want to hate Louis. He seemed like an okay guy when I met him. But there can only be one winner, and that was me. He was sloppy, he's far too short and he can't even jump high enough. He thinks he's better, but in reality, I am the best.
I tried being friends with him. He wasn't getting his footwork right back when we were younger, so I tried helping him by telling him to sit and watch me. And I didn't mean to make it sound bad, but he obviously took it the wrong way. He yelled in his pubescent, voice-crack prone, high pitched, whiny voice, "I don't need your help!"
"You do," I pointed out to him, but he huffed and just stormed off. So, whatever. It didn't make him any better. Our hatred for each other just grew from there, part of it had to do with our competitiveness whilst the other part was just because...because we did.
"I'm off, bro," Zayn waved before exiting the studio. Now, I was alone in the studio. I loved being alone in the studio. Although dance was my passion, there was something else I loved to do...
I was quick to jump at the stereo before connecting my phone to it. The sound of the instrumental for Can I Have This Dance from High School Musical began to play. I closed my eyes, I really loved this song. "Take my hand," I started to sing.
"Take a breath."
Breath.
"Pull me close."
I stepped forward, holding my arms out.
"And take one step."
Pirouette.
"Keep your eyes, locked to mine." I heard someone else mumble. My eyes opened in disappointment to see that Louis was already here. He got here surprisingly quick, must have been in the area. Louis looked up at me, blushing, "sorry, I have a thing for this song."
"It's fine," I said flatly. "Keep it playing, I wanna sing and I'll show you the routine at the same time. And I thought about what you said, you can change a few moves if you want but don't go too crazy, okay?" Louis stated, with his left hand on my shoulder and holding my right hand with his. "This better be good," I huffed, my free hand holding his waist.
"It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone, like you," we both sang. I sang a bit lower to harmonise. Throughout the song, he instructed me when to lift him up and dip him, we twirled and spun. It was coming to the high note and he hit it perfectly.
