Tiny Dancer

Chapter 10 - doctors office

-Luci's POV.

"Guys please take this seriously! You're performing it, not me! You actually need to put the effort into this or you're just going to make yourselves look ridiculous okay?" I half whined, half shouted at the five immature, older than me, boys sitting in front of me.

"But it's hard," Louis stated, Niall nodded and mumbled something about it making him more hungry.

"It makes my hair all sweaty and flat!" Zayn moaned, I couldn't help but laugh at his little comment.

"Put your blooming beanie on then! Do you see me coming in to coach you with my hair all perfect and make up on?" I asked rhetorically.

"Yes, more recently you've been creeping the make up in Lulabellamozzarella," Liam shrugged, I blushed furiously and Harry smirked at me, that god damn awful boy.

"Do I have make up on now?!" I demanded, oh god, me against these five? Really?

"Nope, but only cause you slept at our house last night and you forgot to pack it," Niall stated simply, in between mouthfuls of nachos.

"Fine, can we just finish this? I need to train and go to the doctors as well today," I moaned, pushing my back against the wall and sliding down to the floor and sitting opposite them.

I watched Harry's concerned expression emerge across his face, he quickly typed something into his phone and mine buzzed instantly in my tracksuit bottom pocket.

From: Him

To: My Number

Why are you going to the D's? Want me to come?x x x x x x

I smiled and replied.

To: Him

From: My Number

Well I've got tummy pains and swelling and I just want to check it out, yeah if you want?x x x x x x

He looked up and nodded, I snapped out of my cutesy, Harry, lovely-dovey phase, trying not to raise suspicions with the other boys.

"Do we have to? It's Saturday," Louis and Niall grumbled in perfect unison.

"Fine, fine, fine, go just go! I need to train anyway," I smiled and slipped away into my storage cupboard to change into my leotard, tights and pointe shoes. I decided it was a little cold so I threw on Harry's hoodie and zipped it up to just under my cleavage, I slowly pushed the door open to reveal Harry sat in the middle of the dance studio, staring down at his phone with his perfect curls framing his gorgeous face.

"Hey," I whispered, slowly walking over to him and sitting next to him, running my fingertips up and down his back while my chin rested on him shoulder.

"Hi gorgeous," he whispered back, taking my hand and gently interlacing our fingertips.

"I can't be bothered to dance," I semi-huffed.

"But I want to watch you," he shrugged, looking at me with those chocolate, puppy dog eyes.

I smiled and got myself off the floor, I decided to just do a simple dance, the Odette solo from Swan Lake, I set myself up and instructed Harry on where to sit. Even though I think it's a simplistic dance with no jumps or complex moves, it's still a beautiful and effective dance.

I unzipped Harry's hoodie and zoned out, getting lost in the dance, not even thinking about the moves I was performing, I've done this dance thousands of times, when I was 15 I played Odette on broadway for 6 months.

I finally stopped spinning and dancing around the room, steadying myself on the Barre I turned to Harry.

"What do you think?" I puffed, fanning my reddening face with my hands, even though Pointe looks effortless, it is extremely hard work.