The Choreographer

17: Split POV - 'I Love You'

"No, stop." I tell Harry as he tries to seduce me away from cleaning.

"But I miss you..." He purrs running his hand down my back. I turn and face him. I know that I'm giving him a dirty look.

"If you love me, you'll let me clean my nasty bathroom." I tell him, he doesn't move his hand off my back. "And stop touching me for goodness sake!" I move away from him. I'm in a bad mood and he's just not getting the hint. When I look at him next he's pouting. I sigh. "Harry I have things to do today." I tell him rubbing my temples.

"I was hoping we could spend some time together." He kicks at the floor.

"Let me clean the bathroom, then I'm yours." I negotiate.

"Deal." Harry nods. He's such a liar. He'll play nice for a half hour, then he'll start to complain, and whine and cheat. I pull out the Clorox and start scrubbing.

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"Are you don't yet?" Harry complains.

"Yes," I tell him, annoyed.

"Oh good!" He sounds happy, and I feel a little guilty for being annoyed.

I sigh and fix my pony tail. "So what do you want to do?" I ask walking out of the bathroom.

"I don't know but I talked to your mom and she said that you clean when you feel out of control." Harry sounds like a psychiatrist.

"It was dirty." I roll my eyes.

"You cleaned it four days ago." He points out.

"So?"

"And you've been at my house three out of the four of those days."

I sigh. I hate that he and my mom are basically besties. I mean, I like it, but it's kind if annoying. "It's nothing, it's just that I've been gaining weight, which is good..." I pause and Harry nods a me, reassuring me "...but I just feel out of control when I gain weight. So the bathroom will be spotless."

"Now wasn't that nice?" Harry asks pulling me into a sitting position on the couch.

"What was?" I ask as he runs his fingers through my pony tail.

"You just telling me what was bothering you?"

"No." I tell him and he laughs. He kisses my ear.

"You're a liar."

"Maybe." I tell him. I weigh about 130 now, Harry thinks I don't see the number, but I do. I've talked with Wyatt about gaining weight. I figured he would give me an unbiased opinion, because he's my trainer. He said that if I'm not at a healthy weight I won't be able to preform well. So I guess for now I'm still gaining.

"So I saw that dress you bought..." Harry tells me.

"What dress?" I ask.

"That red one." He lays down with his head in my lap.

"Yeah? I bought it out of weakness."

"Put it on."

"No, I look like crap."

"Please?"

"No."

Harry wraps his arms around my stomach. "Please." He drags out the word.

"Fine. Get off me." I relent, Harry rolls off of me and sits on the couch with his hands folded in his lap, very innocent like.

I stand up, irritated and go into my room. I lock the door and put on the red dress, it's actually more of a burgundy, but Harry doesn't get colors. It's a high low dress. The shortest part in the front goes right above my knee and the back hits the floor. The top is kind of like a corset. I slip on some heels for the complete effect. I don't really think the dress is all that great and I don't know why Harry wanted to see it. I put on some Chapstick.