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LOL I LOVE PUNS
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"Hmmmm, what's Miss Twinkle toes doing back in my gym?" I hear a deep British voice say, startling me.
"Who said this was your gym?" I snap while I straddle my legs in preparation to stretch.
I've been going to this same gym for three years. That's were I met Harry. We signed up the same days, and for those three years I've been here, I've try my best to go the days Harry doesn't come and work out.
Unfortunately, I have a Juilliard audition for this Christmas' Clara for The Nutcracker. It's a pretty big deal, so I have to come in almost everyday to practice.
"It-it just is ok? You're distracting me while I train," he winks and walks away. Harry is a boxer, I admit he's hot but I can't compete with the other girls he's brought to impress. So there's no point in trying. We're two very different people anyways. He's a boxer, and I'm a ballerina.
As I was practicing my routine, I hear someone walk in. I crane my head back in frustration. Ever heard of knocking?
"Y/n, heard you have a show this Christmas Eve. How'd you feel if I showed up?" He asks and leans against the door.
"I'm probably not even going to get the part of Clara so be prepared to not even think of coming at all," I reply as I do a pirouette.
"What? I've watched you for a while y/n, you're amazing!" I feel my cheeks heat up. He's never complimented me before. All he's done was pester me.
"What are you doing Harry?" I hesitate to ask as I fold my arms over my chest.
"Just complimenting you. Is that such a crime?"
I've watched Harry too, he's pretty great himself. Obviously I'm not confident enough to tell him that.
"It's just not like you," I mumble and I get in position to do a grand jetè.
As I was about to get into position he starts talking, "what's your problem? Why do you hate me so much?" He suddenly asks, making freeze.
"I don't hate you Harry. You hate me," I point out and unfolding my arms to face him.
"What?! Who'd you hear that from?" I exclaim and he running his fingers through his gorgeous curly locks.
"Why do you look like a frog? What's that position called? Dammmn you looking fine in that leotard!" I mimic his past words in a deep British voice as best as I could.
He chuckles while gripping my waist. Thank God the windows are completely tinted to black.
"It's the opposite actually," he says, tucking a piece of loose hair behind my ear. I could basically hear my heart beat out my chest.
"Same for me," I mumble while I attempt to ignore his stare. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer until our noses are touching.
Just as our lips were about to touch, I slowly pull away, "Harry no... there's plenty of other girls you bring to impress. Like that girl yesterday," I point out.
"Oh so it worked," he smirks and pecks my lips, leaving me speechless.
"W-what? What worked?" I ask as I softly touch my lips.
"I brought them in to make you jealous!" He admits and my jaw drops.
"You asshole!" I exclaims and I punch his bicep as hard as I could. Obviously that didn't phase him at all.
"You punch like a girl," he comments and presses a warm kiss onto my cheek.
"Right. I'm sorry... I forgot I was a guy," I sarcastically throw my head back laughing.
"Hey, my audition is in twenty minutes. Do you want to watch? It's in an auditorium, everyone's welcomed," I offer, low key feeling his bicep.
"Sounds good, let's head out? I can get you a drink or whatever on the way," he offers back.
"It's a date!" I smile and grab my stuff.
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It's currently Christmas Eve, and yes, I did get the part. Harry was with me the whole time too from auditions, to dress rehearsals, to the actual performance.
I'm shaking with anxiety. Since I was a little girl, this part felt like my life's destiny. Now, my dreams have come true. I can't mess this up. Especially with Harry in the audience, that wasn't helping as much either. So I decided to practice a little, that always helped.
As I was doing a plié, feel an arm snake around my waist, "you'll do great! Don't worry," thank God it was just Harry.
I get up, to see that he was holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of twix. Bless!
"Awe Haz!" I exclaim, wrapping my around his neck and peppering his face with kisses.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" I smile brightly.
"Right, so that Niall kid can suck your face off," he scoffs.
"Harry I told you, he tripped!" I defend the poor guy. Niall plays the Prince. Once we were rehearsing, he tripped and accidentally kissed me. When Harry heard the news he came to rehearsals and punched Niall's jaw. He broke it too... good thing it was only the second week of rehearsals.
"Right... well I'm going to get to my seat. By the way you look gorgeous," he informs, quickly kissing my cheek, and walks off.
The show was a success, as of now, I'm at one of Harry's matches. I hate going, they are terrifying! Luckily, Harry wins all of them. I do owe him. I know how much he hates going to rehearsals with me because they're "boring".
"THATS MY BOYFRIEND BITCHES!" I chant, walking out of the arena drunk. Little did I know that someone spiked my drink. I brought in flavored water that I've never tried before and I guess someone put something in it.
"Y/n as much as I love seeing you like this, I have to drop you off," Harry chuckles, gripping my waist tightly as I almost tripped.
"I'm so proud of you Harry! You won once again!" I slur and I trip over my own foot. He only laughs and picks me up bridal style.
"I only knocked him out because he was staring at you," He admits, as he tightened his jaw.
"You're hot when you're jealous," I laugh, hiccuping.
"Hah, oh who'd you go against? He was kinda wooh!" I wink at him and it made him roll his eyes.
"This guy named Liam Payne."
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