1D bromance one shots!

Point shoes and Tattoos-Lilo

Hi guys! I was bored and wanted to write. Two one shots in a row! I'm on a roll this break. I was watching some TV and there was some ballet, and I thought, oh my god, I have a one shot idea! So I came up with this, and I'm pretty sure these sort of things have been written before, but what the hell. I am punk/ballet fanfic AF. So, how was our New Years? I spent all of it on tumblr and watching 1D on New Years Rockin Eve. And I do not regret that. It's not like I'm ever going to be invited to a party... No one at my school really likes me enough to invite me to parties. And my friends are pretty much people who despise parties or just aren't interested. So I just sit here quietly on my laptop... That's actually extremely depressing... Anyways, onto this!
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Louis' POV
I stood on the side of the ballet studio, watching the other girls twirl and leap. My feet were starting to hurt from standing so long in point shoes, but I didn't really mind. Ballet was something I loved. But the thing I hated about it was all my classmates were girls, who loved to laugh at me and make fun of me. They truly believed boys couldn't dance. Which hurt, because I truly believed I had the right to dance. The music soon stopped, and my teacher calls out to me. I stepped forward and tried to drown out the giggles from the others. I focused on my teacher, who wanted me to show my routine for the recital. I got into fifth position and waited. I couldn't screw up, or the girls would never let me live it down. Just focus. Assemblé, assemblé, arabesque, jeté, passé turn, leap, and land on fifth position. I kept telling myself that as I moved, blocking out the giggling and just danced. I landed in fifth and straighten, then bowed. Not noticing the gasps of shock until I straightened again. Looking behind me, I noticed my classmates staring at the viewing area. Turning around, I realized my boyfriend, Liam was sitting there, watching me with a big grin. He raised a hand to wave and I waved hesitantly back. He looked so out of place with the other people on the bench, with his tattoos and piercings. Too caught up in thought of Liam, I didn't realize it was the end of class and the girls had flocked around me, clambering to know who Liam was.
"Who is he?"
"Why is he waving to you?"
"He's hot."
"I'm gonna ask him on a date before I leave."
"Why would he wave to you?"
I was slightly intimidated by them all. I'd never loved crowds, an that exactly what they were Doing.
"H-he's my b-boyfriend." I whispered, trying to keep myself from panicking.
Then, as if a flick of a switch, the girls recoiled, looking at me in disgust.
"Well, I guess that makes sense now why you're taking ballet. Only f*ggots boys like you dance." (Still so extremely uncomfortable with that word... I hate it)
My eyes filled with tears. I true desperately to keep them in, but it was so hard. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist.
"Is there a problem here, girls?" I heard a deep voice ask. I turned slightly to see Liam standing behind me, and leaned into him for protection.
"No. We were just talking to Lou here. Weren't we, girls?" One of the girls, whose name I didn't care to know, asked. The group nodded and walked off. Soon, me and Liam were the only ones left on the dance floor. He turned me around and looked me in the eyes. I was trying desperately to hide my tears, but it was so hard. He saw them. And he pulled me into his Chet and just whispered, "let it go, princess." And the tears came pouring out.
Liam rubbed my back.
"T-they c-called me a f-f*aggot and-and said 'no wonder y-your in this c-class'! W-why do t-they say these t-things? I never d-did anything t-to them!" I stuttered through my tears.
"People are cruel, babe. But I know, you're an amazing dancer. And better than all those bitches. You just gotta block it out the best to can. Ignore the insults think about me if you have to. My pure amazon at dancing, don't forget that." Liam soothed. My sobs soon calmed and I laughed quietly.
"You know, you acting like this doesn't go with your bad boy attitude... What with the piercings and tattoos."
Liam laughed and hugged me closer.
"Well, I'm only like this for you, princess. Now, why don't we go home and have a nice hot shower and watch some movies? How does that sound?"
I smiled.
"That sounds great. And thanks for helping with those girls... Now, I need to get my point shoes off. My feet are killing me."
"Anything for you, princess. Anything for you."