9 parts Ongoing Mature"I rested my hands on my hips and focused on his figure in the mirror. He seemed slightly tense from what I could tell, but his features turned to an immaculate shelter for his true inner world. I cleared my throat and decided to lay eyes on him as he finished stretching his shoulder.
"So you wanna get to know me and teach me to dance in five days?"
Harry looked up and caught my eyes in the reflection.
"I've planned a lot more than that."
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One step forward.
Two steps back.
For a man who used to crave the unmistakable heavy air behind the curtains, the soothing touch of the wooden ballet barre under his palm and the frantic uncoordinated dance of dust in a trail of light shining from above, Louis was anything but in a fever to get back on stage.
Locking that slice of his past in a huge, wrecked cardboard box up in the attic of his memories seemed like a fitting idea to maintain the great future he indeed deserved, however, the art of dance found its way to return to his fragile life, forcing him to put on a show one more time.
The soft melodies were welcoming.
The shoes embraced his feet as if he had decided to leave them only the day before.
And there was also.... him.
The unattainable master of movements with the ever-changing shades of emerald eyes. A mystery to solve, a man Louis insisted on figuring out.
Dancing with him surely meant an irreversible change in his life....
It was one step forward.
But falling two back, right in Harry's arms.
