Breaking Pointe

{Chapter 2}

*HARRY*

I finish my set of push ups and take a breather. When I hear the door open I whip my head around and see Penelope enter.

"Harry I have some news for you, tomorrow you have a class with Ms . Whitmore at 11:40 to teach a soloist new choreography for her dance in front of the company. Her name is Hayley Stevenson"

Oh great. Another prissy stuck-up bitch coming in here acting like she owns the place just because she dances for the Royal School of Ballet. Not on my watch. If I have to teach one of these bitches I was going to make them suffer. Hard and Long. I hated ballet girls. they made me sick to my stomach. I had a passion for dance but the stuck-up bitches annoyed the hell out of me.

"Of couse miss Andrews, I'll be there at 11:30"

"Good boy Harry, I knew I made the right choice hiring you"

I just hoped I made the girl suffer enough to make her quit.

*HAYLEY*

*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP*

I sat up and groaned, this was it, my chance to impress my new teachers, my burns were incredibly sore and I was sure that they had blistered. I walked to the bathroom wincing as I went. After taking off the bandage I put some deep heat on the burns and took some painkillers. I wasn't really in any condition to dance but that wasn't going to stop me. The painkillers were really kicking in.

I had a really queasy feeling in my stomach but I brushed it off as nerves. All of a sudden my stomach lurched forward and I sprinted to the bathroom to empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet. I groaned and brushed my teeth for the second time that morning. I wasn't going to let this stop me. I got up and stomped to the front door, took my dance bag and my keys and drove to the studio.

I was sure I looked like a hot mess but honestly, I didn't give two flying f*cks. I entered the studio and huffed to see that I was 5 minutes late. I placed my dance bag onto the bench and walked to the centre of the room to await further instructions. At the top of the room I saw Ms. Whitemore and her assistant Mr. Styles and he was HOT. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a lip piercing on the edge of his bottom lip, tattoos absolutely consumed his arms and he was buff. I met his eyes and they were intesely green. There was anger in his eyes, a lot of it.

"You're late"

No hello or introduction from him anyway. Ms Whitemore stopped fiddling with the stereo and turned around. When she turned around she gave me a warm smile.

"Ah hello love, you must be Hayley Stevenson, yes?"

I smiled back and gave her a curt nod. I liked this lady already. For Harry, yeah i wasn't so sure.

"Harry will you start to warm up with her? I just have to go to the office to drop this Debussy CD in." asked miss

"No problem"

I watched her leave the room and as soon as the door closed I looked to Harry as he made his way to me.

"Go to the barre and start stretching out your splits"

I did as I was told. I was one of the most flexible in my old class and was proud of the way my body worked. He watched me stretch with an expressionless face.

"Decent. Now stretch your ankles, back shoulders, neck arms and waist"

I sighed and obeyed. For once I just wanted practice to end.

"Now take off your tracksuit so we can start the choreography and make it quick I have more important things to do"

I nod and take off the tracksuit to reveal my plain black leotard and sheer white tights. I grab my pointe shoes and start to put them on. I adore my pointe shoes and always have. I start to tie the ribbons and catch Harry staring out of the corner of my eye. He doesn't look away. When I stand up he eyes me from head to toe.

"Good. Well as you already know, I am Harry Styles, I am 19 years old and I am Ms. Whitemore's teaching assistant. I will be teaching you the basic choreography for 'The Red Shoes'. Im sure you've heard of it."

*HARRY*

She is different. Different from the other girls. She moves with grace, she holds her posture beautifully. 

When she starts to dance I can see it in her eyes that she is free.