Royal Mess || Harry Styles a.u.

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Harry.

Walking into the studio I keep my head down, avoiding everyone. After rolling around the whole night, only getting three hours of sleep and this caffeine induced headache I just can't. Luckily I don't get bothered. Reaching the piano, I notice three things lying on top. I place my bag down and inspect them. There's my headscarf I wore yesterday, a piece of paper and something rectangular that's wrapped with a bow on top.

I reach for the paper first. It's covered with delicate writing.

Dear Harry,

Please forgive me for whatever I did wrong. I know you said that you made a mistake by kissing me, but I can assure you, I definitely did not make a mistake by kissing you.

This is a small gift I got for you the other day. I hope you like it.

Di .x

P.s. I'm pretty sure you lied about never having been kissed before. Damnn.

I chuckle as I read the last part. Maybe I was wrong about her.

Next, I tear open the gift. As I read over the bumper sticker a booming laugh escapes through my mouth. Oh wow. That's a good joke. I bend over, not able to stop laughing. I look up, scanning the room for her blonde bun.

There, on the other side of the room is Di. Dressed in a plain white leotard. The innocent color matching her light skin perfectly. Her green eyes catch mine in a hopeful gaze. I smile at her and I can literally see her relax. I start walking over to her, but Madame Moreau enters the room halting my actions. I give Di a quick reassuring wink and head back to my seat.

The dancing starts soon thereafter.

"I think we will start off with the Odette variation. Di, I don't even have to ask, do I?"

I watch as a huge grin spreads over Di's face. The glare on Katna's face doesn't go unnoticed.

"Two hours Di. Break. Two hours Katna."

Everyone scurries into two lines. One on each side of the room. Di takes her place at the back. I keep my eyes trained on her. She runs into the middle, on her pointes, her delicate arms moving in style. She stops, her arms lift, she bends down, and I start to play.

I watch in awe as she flawlessly brings her leg straight up, only standing on one pointe. She repeats this, her arms fluidly moving with. Through the whole dance I can't keep my eyes off her. Every turn, every jump, every line is absolutely perfect. She has this way of pulling you in when she dances. There is no denying that she was born to play this role.

I realise now that it isn't a coincidence that she is wearing white today. It is obvious that she will do anything and everything she can to get this role.

The dance ends and everyone applauds her. The biggest smile I have ever seen dances on her lips.

"Marvelous. Brava, Di." Madame compliments her. "Just a few things.."

Madame names a few places where she can improve, although I can't imagine that piece being done any more perfectly. To say I'm stunned would be an understatement.

Madame sends her off to begin again. She quickly walks over to me with a smile.

"Stop staring at me like I have five eyes." She whispers and runs to her spot. I chuckle.

Yeah, I was definitely wrong about her.

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Di continues to amaze me for two hours. When the break is announced I see her almost collapsing in the far corner. I quickly walk over there. She looks even paler than usual and I notice that her small hands are shaking. She leans against the wall with her fists slamming on her hips. I frown.

"Di, are you okay?" She looks up at me with a pained expression.

"I'm fine. Just a bit tired is all." She says softly.

"Have you eaten today? You are very pale. Are you sure you're okay?"

"No I don't eat breakfast." She sighs. "Please stop mothering me Harry. If I really wasn't okay, you would notice."

I nod, still unhappy about how she looks. She's obviously lying, but I decide to not push her any further.

"Thank you for the gift. I'm sorry about yesterday." I sigh. Her expression lightens a bit. "What I did was wrong."

"Do you mean kissing me was wrong or leaving was wrong?" She warily asks.

"Leaving you. I was being stupid. I thought you were using me, but I know now that you aren't one of those people." I shamefully admit.

"Why would you think tha-" she's cut off by Madame calling everyone back. "We'll talk about this later, okay? I'm taking off now, will you meet me at my house?"

"Okay. See you." She gives me a quick hug and I head back to my piano.

The next two hours of Katna dancing is uneventful. I might be a tad bias, but she isn't half as good as Di. This piece is a very light, delicate piece. Katna would do better as the black swan.

I'm actually excited to go back to Di's house for more than one reason. I want to fully apologize, watch her dance more and I want to feel her lips against mine again. Despite all the drama last night, I still had my first kiss. I know it's really bad that I'm nineteen, but to be completely honest I didn't think I would ever be kissed by anyone who isn't family.

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I walk up the gravel path to Di's front door. It's the beginning of February so it's still very cold, but I'm used to it. I knock a few times and stand back.

It's impossible to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. I am so incredibly nervous for what might happen. First of all I want to properly apologize. I did a very stupid thing by leaving like that. I was honestly confused by her intentions, but after today I think I have an idea of who she really is. That being said, I unfortunately still doubt that she has feelings for me. One, look at me. I'm such a loser- never talking to anyone or even making eye contact. Yeah, I've warmed up to her, but still. Two, she is absolutely perfect, she is so out of my league that I can't even imagine her going for me. Three, we've barely known each other for a week. I've heard of love at first sight, but our first encounter wasn't the most romantic.

The door opens and I look up, expecting to meet forest green eyes, but instead I'm confronted by Hazel ones. I immediately start to panic. This is the right house. I'm pretty sure..

"Hi, can I help you?" The girl smiles. She looks a few years older than me.

"I-I uhm. Di?" I squeak out.

"Oh, you're that boy! I'm sorry it completely slipped my mind." She laughs lightly, holding the door open for me. "She's taking a quick shower so you can just go up to her room I guess."

My heart rate picks up. Oh shit.

The girl confuses my panicked expression for a confused one and explains where her room is. I walk up the stairs, turn right and walk into the first room. I hear the shower running in the en suite and quiet humming. Skinny Love.

The room is quite plain compared to normal teenage girl rooms. The grey walls are empty and there are no picture frames anywhere. The bed is covered in different purples and pinks. The mahogany desk by the window is covered in stacks of books and papers. I curiously start to inspect them.

The books are mostly second hand classics, mixed with The Hunger Games and Divergent. I'm shocked, to say the least, when I notice that all the papers are music scores. I'm not familiar with the titles, I assume it's piano music. It's mostly high level modern pieces and some classical and baroque.

"Holy fuck!"

I hear a familiar voice yell from behind me and spin around. She's only covered in matching black lace underwear. I stand frozen and try with all my might to look in her eyes, but my eyes won't stay up. The way her small waist slightly widens into her hips. Her tiny legs, showing only muscle and bone. Some guys might not agree, but there's a thing about skinny girls that makes me go mad. I take in each and every inch of her pale body before she grabs a towel to cover herself. I look up and notice the playful glare on her face.

"I assume you like they view." She says, before walking over to her dresser to grab clothes. She smirks at me before walking back to the bathroom to change, leaving me there speechless.