The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 20 - Questioning

I walked through the company and into the costume room, today was fittings. The costumes were set in that time. The opening of the production were full dress like costumes with touches of color, but then when my character died I was in a stunning all white, very full, dress to represent my spirit. It had a beautiful sparkling top, so gentle and soft.

"I just love this," I smiled at the designer, touching the incredible detail.

"Only the best for the showcase, can you do some spins?"

I nodded happily and fluttered around, loving the way it moved. "You did amazing, thank you."

"You're welcome." Harry came out in his Duke costume. He had gray bottoms that were fitted, a long sleeve darker gray, almost black shirt with a detailed gold chest that showed off his upper body strength. "I love that,"

"It fits."

"Does it, you can move?" she touched the fabric gently, pulling it around. "Stand side by side, I want to get the full picture." He nodded and we stood next to each other, staring at the other in the mirror. "Love it, great guys, thanks."

"Thank you," we said in unison and went to change. I had noticed how closely Harry watched me as I interacted with the costume department; it was like he was expecting me to behave badly or something.

After that we went and kept practicing with the rest of the company. It was going so well, and it was coming up fast. Harry and I didn't speak, unless it was through dancing. I was honestly trusting in him to catch me, I really didn't think he'd let me fall.

"Good job," I said coldly and started out, meeting up with Liam. "I'm so tired," I huffed, leaning against him.

"Hop on," he stepped in front of me and knelt down. I smiled and climbed on his back, tossing my arms around his neck. "Where to?"

"No clue, I want to shower and sleep."

"We can do that at my house."

"Are you being flirtatious?"

"Maybe,"

I smiled and he tossed me up farther on his back. My cell rang, it was my mom. I hung up on it, ending the call. I didn't know how to possibly handle that. I wasn't good at working through things like this, something so massive. It's like... it's like when you build someone up and up, and you finally get to know them and it's just this awful sham. It broke my heart, a feeling I hadn't felt before.

We went back to his place and I did not shower with him, no way. I took a shower and then he did, I was conked out in his bed. I just felt so drained, from dance, from my family life. I needed rest.

I woke up with Liam asleep next to me. We never really did the whole cuddle throughout sleep, it did kind of make me sad but I don't think I would have enjoyed it with him anyhow. I wish I knew what love felt like.

I got out of bed to make a late dinner, unsure of what they had. I walked out in a pair of his pajama bottoms and sweatshirt. I walked down the hall, the living room opening up, along with a wall of smoke. I coughed; there was Louis, Harry and some guy I hadn't ever seen staring at me. They had pot between them all. Harry melted back into the arm chair, kicking his legs out and taking a deep breath.

"Um, whoa?" I stared at Louis.

"Hey Odie, want a hit?"

"No thank you," I shook my head, in shock and started digging through their kitchen. They had nothing healthy, so I was forced to toss a frozen cheese pizza in the oven. I yawned and leaned against the counter, off of the back wall so I wouldn't see them smoking. I heard them call Liam. But I knew he wouldn't do that, he wasn't that kind of guy.