The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 19

As he began to lean down slowly and painfully, the door closed with a thud.

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I quickly snapped back to my senses and pushed Harry off me.

What the hell was I thinking?! Was I going to kiss Harry?

Of course you were, dimwit.

My annoying inner conscience decided to make an unneeded appearance.

Hello to you too, Princess.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm okay in the head.

I always wonder the same too.

We are the same person, idiot.

Yet different in so many ways.

How might that be?

I, for one, am not confused about my -your feelings for Harry.

I do not like Harry!

Who said about liking him? I was just talking about the feelings you've for him. They are not necessarily pinpointed at liking him.

Damn, I've a sassy conscience. She definitely got me there.

One for me, zero for you.

Oh stop being so full of yourself.

You're one to talk?

Piss off.

Gladly. Figure out your feelings for Harry soon. Or else, I'll be making an appearance again.

I groaned and got up from the bed. She was right, though. Me and Harry,we do have something. And back then, would we kiss if there was no interruption? Would I have possibly liked it? Would he?

I shook the thoughts away from my head and sat up straighter on the bed.

Harry followed suit. The moment our eyes met, he awkwardly looked away and ran his hands through his hair.

One minute later, we were still sat there, not speaking a word to each other like complete and utteridiots.

"Wow, this is more awkward than the time I had to witness a childhood picture of me wearing a bra on the screen at the Chatty Man's." He stated.

Despite the situation we were in currently, I gave out a long and hearty laugh.

"Jeez, I really do love that sound." He muttered. And I unfortunately heard.

I gulped but decided that I didn't want this to get anymore awkward than it already is. "Wow, Curly. Way to ruin a moment by being cheesy."

He chuckled and winked at me. "I cannot help it. I have a cheesy reputation to mention."

I laughed. "Why am I friends with you again?"

"Because without me, your life would be totally boring and dull." He smirked proudly at me.

I snatched a pillow from the bed and threw it at him. He ducked it and raised his hands up in surrender.

"Let's go. The other boys will wonder where we are." Harry said, getting up from the bed and ruffling his curls up.

I think I just died.

Get a grip on yourself, Michelle. I scolded myself and followed hottie Styles out of the room and to the other waiting boys.

Wait what? I'm going nuts.

For Harry. My inner conscience decided to butt in again. I just simply ignored it. And followed Harry back to the boys. Once we reached there, we were met with curious glances from Liam and Niall.