A Dancer's Reflection: Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter Thirty

TJ's POV

As soon as the doctor says stop dancing my mind fills with memories. One of me finding her alone in the gym. Another of her dancing for he first time. The last one was definitely the best. It was of our first kiss. As the doctor walks out, the memories stop. I remember. Everything.

"Let's go talk to her." Zayn says. We walk in silence down to her room. Her head has stiches from hitting it off the sink. She was awake just staring. Someone clears their throat and she looks up, but looks straight again.

"Hey Kay. How are you feeling?" Aslin asks. She looks up, tears surfacing.

"It's okay. I know."

"Oh Kay. I'm sorry." Harry says walking over to her.

"Thanks Haz." he quickly kisses her lips and my heart breaks. She looks up and sees me.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry do you want me to leave?" I say smiling. Her face lightens up.

"You remember." she breaths. I nod and walk over to her. I give her a tight hug. I pull back and look into her eyes. We each take turns hugging her trying to cheer her up. She puts on a fake smile but I know she it breaking inside. Everybody clears out to let Harry have some alone time. I shouldv'e known everything wouldn't go back to how it was before. After a while I can't stand watching them anymore. I go into the lobby and see someone I never thought I'd see.

"Caroline?"

"Where is she?"

"Talking to Harry." she collapses into a chair. She buries her face in her hands.

"Don't feel sorry for yourself just because-"

"Stop! I actually care."

"What did you do?" she starts crying again. "What did you do!" I yell.

"I got... I got a package in the mail. It was a white powder. It had a note saying it would take care of all of my problems. It was supposed to make her loopy so I could get to Harry. Something must have gone wrong. You had to be 100 pounds. I guess I wasn't paying attention." I couldn't speak. Someone is trying to get to her. We thought it was Caroline, but it wasn't. It wasn't Morgan. Who was it?

"I want to make things right." she says.

"Then you can explain to her why she can no longer dance." I stomp away. Should I tell Kaylee? Should I tell her the person that ruined her dance career? I think as I walk up the stairs. When I get infront of her room, Harry is just walking out.

"She wants to talk to you." he says. His face was emotionless, but hearing his voice you could tell something was wrong. I walk into her room. She half smiles and pats the chair next to her.

"Hi." I whisper.

"Hi." we sit in awkward silence which doesn't usually happen with Kaylee. Finally, I speak.

"Listen. I know that things can't go back to the way things were before the accident. I know that I'm not going to instantly be your number one again and I'm sorry for hurting you. I was confused and-"

"It's okay I'm used to getting hurt by now."

"It shouldn't be that way. This is going to be hard but I will be here for you." By now she has tears in her eyes.

"Your right. It is going to be hard. That's why... I'm going home."

"What! You can't."

"You said it yourself. I can't keep hurting you and Harry. I can't keep hurting everyone around me."

"Your not hurting us. We love you. You would be hurting us more if you left." A tear slowly slips of his eyelash. She squeezes her eyes to get them to stop.

"TJ. I can't dance. I can't do the one thing that I love." her voice quivers. I wrap her in my arms and she soaks my shirt. It feels like the night I found her in the gym.

**Flashback**

I walk into the gym at 7:00 like always on Saturday. Today I see a body lying in the middle of the floor. I set my bag sown and make my was over to it. I relax when I see her breathing. Then I see tears roll down the pale cheeks.

"Kaylee? Are you okay?" she opens her eyes to reveal bright, blue crystals.

"Yea, I fine."

"Tell me what's wrong." she slowly sits up.

"I'm done." she whispers.

"What?"

"I'm done playing forever." she cries.

"I'm sorry." I say rubbing her back.

"This has been my home. The one place I could express myself."

'What if we can find a new home?" She looks up at me.

"What?"

"Come with me." I stand up and she raises her eyebrows at me. I extend my hand out to her.

"Trust me." she grabs my hand and I pull her up. We hold hands and I lead her throuth the twisting halls. I push open the auditorium doors and lead her down the isles. I practically have to drag her up the stairs and into the middle of the stage. I turn and face her.

"You used to dance right. So dance."

"No. I can't."

"Please. Just try." she sighs and takes off her shoes and jacket. Then she starts twirling around the stage. Then, she starts doing cartwheels and front ariels. When the music stops she is breathing hard.

"That was amazing." She smiles.

"My mom was a gymnyst."

"I think we found your new home."

**End of Flashback**