Royal Mess || Harry Styles a.u.

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Di.

Walking into the studio, I immediately spot Harry's head of curls by the piano. His back is towards me so I decide to surprise him. I quickly tip toe right up to him and place my hands over his eyes.

Harry lets out a yelp, earning some looks from the other dancers. I glare at them until they look away. I know Harry gets easily embarrassed so I'll spare him this.

"I know it's you, Di." Harry chuckles.

"That's not fair, you have eyes behind your head." I giggle removing my hands. Harry turns to face me with a dimple-showing smile.

"No I knew it was you because of your smell."

My hands quickly shoot up to hug myself. I just showered, how can I be sweaty already? Harry realises my distress and quickly recovers.

"No no. I meant you always smell like watermelon. And I- I really like watermelon." The last part is almost too quiet for me to hear, but I do. My smile instantly grows.

"You're so sweet Harry." I stand on my tippy toes and give him a hug. And I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that he just sniffed me. I giggle at his weirdness.

"What?" He pulls back frowning.

"Nothing. I'm just happy." I give him one more hug before walking off to the floor. Front and center.

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"Aaand... End with right foot devant."(in front) Madame finishes off the dance. "You have five minutes!"

Everyone rushes to get water into their systems. I grab my towel and my water and head straight for Madame Moreau. She's standing by the mirror, fixing her lipstick. I would be lying if I said she doesn't obsess over make up. I guess it's understandable, her being a retired dancer and all.

"Excusez-moi Madame?"(excuse me) She spins around with a tight smile.

"Yes, Di?"

"I was wondering when you will be choosing the lead for Swa-" she shushes me, placing her finger on my lips. I internally roll my eyes.

"I was waiting for you to ask that. Well let me be honest with you- there is a very large chance that I might pick you." I squeal in excitement. She holds her finger up, signaling that she hasn't finished yet. "But.. You have one person in your way." She didn't even have to say the name. Katna.

I put on my best fake smile. "Merci Madame. I hope you make the right choice." (thank you)

I turn on my heal and head straight for the passage. On my way out I lock eyes with Katna and give her a deathly glare. She knowingly smirks back. I have to restrain myself from walking over there and wiping that stupid smirk off her face. This is far from over.

Our five minutes are soon up and everyone heads back to the floor. I take my normal spot in front, eyeing Katna on my right. Calm down, Di. You can do this. I tell myself.

I look over at Harry and see that he's already looking at me. His eyes widen and he looks down with red cheeks. A smile grows on my face. Fvcking adorable.

"Alright we will be running this piece for the rest of today. Each and every one of you will go home and practice it until you thow up. Any questions?" Katna puts her hand up, smiling sweetly at Madame. I hate her.

"Madame, when will we know who gets the role of Odette?" She asks this looking straight at me. I keep her gaze, trying to intimidate her mentally somehow.

"Today is Thursday. From tomorrow to Tuesday we will rehearsing both the swan, Odette, and black swan, Odile, pieces. On Wednesday all roles for the show will be announced. Goodluck."