Dancing and Dissension
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 44m
  • Reads 108
  • Votes 2
  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 44m
Ongoing, First published Apr 25
Follow along with the story of enemies Louis and Harry, one being a timid ballerina discovering his passion at a young age that eventually lead him to starting a career in the field. Present day, he owns his own studio that happens to be across the street from a run-down boxing studio owned by Harry Styles. The two of them cross paths, and Harry seems to push Louis away every time he dares to try and get closer. Harry starts boxing lessons with Louis, and Louis shows Harry a thing or two about ballet techniques- and tutus. 
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Ever since Harry stumbled into Rough Patch, Louis couldn't get him out of his head, whether it's teasing him about his music taste, or trying to see the blush that creeps over his face, or making the dimple in his cheek make an appearance. * "I work at a record store, love. Music is literally my job, I have taste." "I dj and host at a radio station, love." Harry retorted, mocking Louis' accent as best he could. But he didn't do a very good job of it. "Music is literally my job." "That's a good thing then, you've got a face for radio." Louis' voice was dripping in sarcasm, a smirk plastered on the shorter boy's face. Harry's eyebrows knit together, glaring down at the boy. "Are you calling me ugly?" Harry rolled his eyes and started to walk out of the store. "Wait," Louis called. Harry stopped on his heels, expecting an apology. "What radio station do you work for?" He asked instead. "What's it matter, since I've got no taste?" * Or the one where Harry works at a radio station and Louis works at a record store so they bicker over music. It's teasing and it's cute. * The playlist for this fic is in my bio * #16 in larrystylinson