Jones [H.S.]

Chapter 6

Sweat ran down her neck, her face flushed breathing heavily. He watched her from the corner, very attentively. Ally was tense, shaky. Her mind still raced with what happened the previous night and every time she remembered the painting her heart skipped a beat.

"Ally, what is wrong with you today?" Monica asked, walking closer to Ally. "Are you alright? You're shaking."

Ally cracked a smile and nodded. "Yes, yes," she answered, rubbing her neck. "I'm great." She lied. Ally was nowhere near great.

"Go stand there," Monica pointed. "And relax, please. We have a long practice after this class."

Ally looked in the direction and her breath hitched. Harry would be sitting right in front of her in the corner. She held eye contact as she walked to the empty place, stood in position and continued the practice.

As she continues, Harry's eyes pierced through her. He looked at her face, body, arms, how she breathed heavily, how she would crack a smile every time her eyes met Monica's.

"She's gorgeous." He thought. Vicky in the far corner was watching him and for a brief moment, Harry looked at her. He smirked when he saw jealousy visible on her face.

The practice was over, Ally rushed to the toilet before her next practice. Once she entered the room, she quickly walked over to the sink and splashed her face with water. Looking at herself in the mirror, the bags under her eyes were visible and her eyes were droopy making her look super tired. Ally didn't have proper sleep the previous night, she kept flipping in her bed and looking out the window thinking that maybe she went crazy.

The door of the room flew open and Vicky appeared, anger written all over her face.

"Well, well, well,"

Ally looked at Vicky's reflection in the mirror. She rolled her eyes and turned around to face Vicky.

"I might be a bit concerned you know," Vicky lowly said, stepping closer to Ally. "You may be taking something that is mine." She raised an eyebrow.

Ally scoffed and shook her head. "And what is yours exactly?"

"You know damn right what I am talking about." Vicky snapped. "He's been watching you in class, watching every step you do and take."

"Then why are you coming to me?" Ally furrowed her eyebrows. "You should go talk to your little boyfriend of yours." She took her bag, ready to leave. "He's the one who has been after me, not me"

Ally placed her hand on the door handle and looked back at Vicky on last time before leaving and she said. "Coward"

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The practice was over. Ally sat in the hallway, massaging her thighs. She whimpered in pain as she massaged her feet. Taking off her pointe shoes, blood stains were on her tights. She gasped and removed the material, realizing that the blood was oozing out of her toenail.

She stood up and went to the little clinic on the floor above, that's where all the offices were located. As she walked down the hall, limping, Harry suddenly walked out one of the offices. She came to a halt, looking up at him then at the office he came from; Monica's office.

"Sorry," Harry breathed, running his fingers through his hair. "Are you alright?" he asked, pointing at her feet.

"It's alright," she mumbled, completely ignoring his question.

Shuffling came from the office, grabbing both attention. "Harry, who is that?" Monica asked.

Ally stepped front and smiled. "It's me," she waved. "I was just-"

"Oh dear! How are- oh god, what happened to your foot? Are you alright?" she was questioned again.

"Yes, I am. It's not a big deal. It happens." She shrugged chuckling.

Monica stood up and made her way to her. "Okay," she nodded. "Harry, why don't you go with her to make sure she's okay, hm? When you come back we can talk about your paintings."

Ally's head shot up, looking at Harry. He had his eyes on her.

"No, it's okay. I-"

"No, no," Monica shook her head. "I insist. It's alright honey."

Ally quickly nodded and turned, making her way to the clinic not even waiting for Harry to catch up.

When she entered the room, the nurse was sitting on the chair, tapping on his phone. Once he saw ally, he gave her a smile and looked down at her foot.

"Oh, dear," the nurse said, putting his gloves on. "Hop on the bed."

Ally sat and soon enough Harry appeared at the door. She whimpered as the nurse did his work, clasping her hands together and biting on her finger.

"Why don't you lay back," Harry suggested. "When you watch you'll feel more pain."

"That's true," The nurse agreed.

Ally eyed Harry for a moment before laying back, covering her face. Harry walked in and stood by the bed, watching the nurse take a small clip and dug into the skin making Ally sit up gasping.

"Sorry, sorry. Just bear with me for a little."

Harry held on Ally's hand, taking her off guard but she didn't have time to react when pain shot in her toe again making her groan loudly.  She held tight onto his as the nurse quickly finished his work and bandaged her toe.

"All done." The nurse smiled. "Tomorrow morning you'll be fine just don't put too much pressure on it tonight."

Ally relaxed and removed her hand away from Harry's, looking up at him. The nurse excused himself and left the room leaving them both alone.

Harry brings the chair closer to her side and sits down.

"I saw you last night at the gallery."

Ally turned to face him, "Oh," she raised her eyebrows. "Great paintings by the way. Didn't know you draw."

"What makes you think I can draw?"

"Harry," she rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid, okay? You know I can sue you."

"Half of your face is smudged away, you're still considered anonymous."

"You drew me and put in up in the gallery without my consent." She snapped, glaring at him. "And why? Why did you draw me? You could've drawn your girlfriend."

"My girlfriend?"

"Vicky, harry. You could've drawn Vicky."

"She's not my girlfriend." Harry laughed as he shook his head.

"Really?" Ally stood up pretending to be shocked. "She followed me to the toilet today accusing me of taking something that is hers" she quoted in the air. "Because apparently, you can't take your eyes off me during class."

Harry's laugh suddenly died down and furrowed his eyebrows. "Something that is hers?" he asked as he stood up.

"Take down the painting." She commanded.  "I don't want my face to be hung on someone's wall."

"It wasn't for sale."

"Then burn it." She snapped back.