The Choreographer

28: Rehearsal

I just dyed Daisy's hair back to the white color that it was a month ago. I can tell it's her favorite. She wanted to talk to me about Harry. I told her that if she attempted to talk to me about Harry I was kicking her out.

She shut up.

I don't want to talk about Harry because I don't want to get upset. If I don't think about him, then I don't hurt as much. I have to put it out of my mind.

Now I'm alone again, my training with Wyatt is over since the Stadium Tour is starting soon, so I have no where to go. Nothing to do. I can sit here and be sad for an eternity of lifetimes. It doesn't hurt as much without Harry anymore. The past week has made everything better. Or at least that's what I tell myself.

My phone buzzes. It's Liam.

Liam: Wasn't sure if you remembered, we are supposed to meet up to rehearse dances again...at 12:00

Kill me.

Me: I forgot, I'll see you there soon.

It's 12:10 by the time I get out of the house. I'm running to my car, into the building and through the halls down to our room. All five of them sit on the floor waiting. Harry.

Screw Harry, I am a strong independent woman.

"Hi," I say walking in the throwing my stuff in a corner.

Greetings are exchanged and I try to find the tracks for their songs. They're whispering behind me. No doubt about me. I feel my face heat up. I should have known better than to date Harry. I should have known it would have thrown me into this mess. I should have been smarter.

I turn around to see that they all left. Not all actually, just all but Harry. "I am not in the mood for this." I mutter more to myself than to anyone else.

"Trust me, neither am I." Harry says.

I sigh and walk out of the room looking for Louis, who I presume is the leader of their escapade. Harry follows me out. I've seem stuff in tabloids about how fans have been trying to "comfort Harry" after this "unfair breakup." I am the bad guy. Like I really expected to be anything but.

We walk for awhile, down hallways, peeking into rooms. "I don't see them." I run a hand through my hair.

"I haven't either." Harry tells me.

I would have appreciated it if he stayed in the room.

I turn around and walk past Harry going to see if they returned to the room in our absence. When they aren't there I turn around to face Harry.

"Was this a set up?" I ask. It's not secret they want us back together.

Harry puts his hands in his pockets. "Probably, but I wasn't in on it."

I sigh. "They should just accept it, right? I mean really, this is childish."

Harry takes a few steps toward me. "Have you accepted it?"

I nod. "I mean of course I have. I couldn't have made the decision without having accepted it."

Harry is quiet and leans on the wall, just about a foot away from me. I look over at him, only to see him staring straight ahead.

We are quiet, and no one returns back to us. "How are we supposed to rehearse?" I ask.

"They don't care about rehearsing." Harry tells me.

"Then what am I getting paid for?" I ask.

"I don't know." Harry says.

I debate leaving. As I'm about to turn around and grab my things Harry grabs my arm. I turn to face him. "What?" I ask.

He pulls me closer to him and kisses me. I stand still for a moment before I give in. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring us closer together. I have missed him so much. It's like this closeness, this kiss, makes me feel better, makes me feel together.

Well, I did tell him to be assertive.

But this feeling, this kiss, can't last. I have made this decision. I have accepted it. I pull away only to have Harry put his hand on the small of my back, preventing me from leaving entirely.

"Don't." He says, catching his breath. "Don't tell yourself that it is okay to leave. Don't tell yourself that I will be fine, or that you will be fine. I know that you feel what I feel Isabel. You are a part if who I am." He reaches his other hand up to brush away some of my hair, his eyes on the blonde.

"But I..." I try to reason with him, with myself, and I can't. I can't find one good reason to turn around and leave Harry standing alone in the hallway.

I put my head on Harry's chest and I feel him relax and and sigh. I think he was holding his breath.

"I am an awful person Harry." I tell him.

He strokes my hair. "Everyone has an awful side."

I wrap my arms around his torso and am quiet. "I'm sorry." I say, my voice cracking with emotion. "I am so sorry."

"It's okay." He says. "It's all okay now." He kisses the top of my head. "Do you know how bad this past week has been?"

I laugh, because I'm bitter, and I know how bad it was all too well. "Yeah, I do."

Harry's phone buzzes and he pulls it out to check his message. He chuckles. "There was no rehearsal today."

"Liam made it up?" I ask, pulling away.

"Yeah." Harry smiles, shaking his head. He pauses, then frowns, "Are you mad?"

I shake my head. "No." I smile up at him and take his hand as I walk to get my stuff from the room. "No, I am not."

I think Harry and I have better friends than we could ever have hoped for.