passionate

5.

Harry looked at Louis as he danced. The boy had been wearing his pointe shoes since he took one step in the dance studio. His hair was a mess, the bags under his eyes revealing how tired he was, beads of sweat on his forehead and his breathing shallow.

This was the fourth day in a row and it started to worry Harry. Every time he would try to talk about it with Louis, the younger would simply tell him off.

Harry gasped when Louis sprained his ankle and fell to the floor with a pained sigh. Within seconds, Harry was at his side, placing a hand on Louis' shoulder. However, Louis gave him a fake smile and tried to stand up only to be pulled down by Harry.

''Baby, stop. You should take a break.'' Louis huffed and shoved Harry's helping hands away roughly. ''I. Am. Fine.'' He said through gritted teeth. He stood up and hissed in pain.

Harry rolled his green eyes. ''Well, obviously you're not.'' He told Louis with equal venom in his voice. Louis limped towards his phone and rewind the song before taking his first position.

He spun once and squeaked in pain. That was practically the last drop for Harry. He took his boyfriend's phone and paused the song. ''That's it. You're exhausting yourself.'' Louis spun around to face him and ripped the phone from his hands.

''Listen, you're here to watch. I would've kept going if you weren't here and I will keep going now that you are here. So you better sit your ass down like a good supporting boyfriend would do or you can just fuck off.'' He snapped.

Harry stared at him for a second, disbelieve clear in his eyes.

''So, you are telling me, that a good boyfriend is supposed to sit back and let his lover torture himself?'' Louis nodded his head sassily. ''That's exactly what I am telling you to do, Styles.''

Harry snatched his bag from the floor. Louis' eyes widened.

''Fine. Ignore your body's needs. Keep doing what you're doing, Louis. Just keep killing yourself for all I care!'' Harry screamed. Louis cringed at the tone of Harry's voice. The sound booming through the quiet room.

''Don't be so goddamn selfish, Harry!'' Louis yelled back, feeling hurt that Harry was mad at him.

''Oh, fuck off, Tomlinson. You're the one who's being a prick. Not only to me, but also to yourself. You've been ignoring and insulting me for the last couple of days while the only thing I was trying to do was protect you. From yourself for crying out loud! I am done with you right now, Louis. You can come to me once you get your head out of your ass and think about yourself for a second!''

Harry opened the door, but Louis grabbed his arm desperately.

''A-re you ang-ry?'' Louis stuttered out, his throat feeling tight. Harry looked at the boy for a second with sad eyes.

''I wouldn't say angry, more disappointed.'' He mumbled, before prying Louis' hands off of him and slamming the door shut.

Louis dropped to the floor and placed his head on his knees. Loud sobs ripped through his tired and painful body.  

Way to go, Louis. Now you're not only disappointing your family but also your boyfriend. Just great.

The ballerina cried in his hands for a long time. His cheeks wet with tears and his eyes swollen and red. 

When he was finally done, it was already dark outside. Louis sniffled and started to take off his pointe shoes, untying the ribbons from his legs. He slipped the shoe off, only causing him to sob again. His feet were hurting so damn much.

He'd been ignoring the pain, but now that Harry was mad at him, he couldn't get his mind off it. A shaky breath left his lips when he placed his ballet shoes in his bag. He took Harry's jumped which was basically his now, and pulled it over his head.