Harry's Pov
I was in the library studying when I got a call from my old dance teacher. I was a bit curious because I quit dancing last year and I didn't know why he was calling. After a minute or so I sighed before getting up and heading over to the dance studio. Mr. Simon had told me to come done so that they could talk and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what he wanted to talk about. And also judging from his tone that he was not into a good mood.
So walking out of campus I made my way to the other side of of the school. It always amazes me that this school could have this much money to have a whole other building built for just the dancing students. I couldn't help the wonderful memories of this place and all the fun I used have here. Sighing I made my way to the entrance and walking inside the, whole place still smelling like fresh wood and pine-sol.
“Harry Styles you son of bitch.” yelled a voice. Turning around I was ambushed by a flash of red hair, the boy picked me up and span me around in circle. I started laughing, “Hey Ed what's up mate?” I questioned, Ed put me down on the ground before smacking me on the back of my head.
“Where the hell have you've been, we've missed you around here ya know?” Ed said giving me a pointed glare and all I could do was give him a apologetic look.
“Ed you know good and well why I'm not over here as much as I used to.” I said running a hand through my curls.
Ed looked sad for a second, “I know I know but I mean...we still like to see you around Liam has been asking about you lately.” Ed said.
I rolled my eyes, “I see Liam almost everyday in class.” I pointed out. Ed nodded his head, “Yeaahh but it's really not the same and you know what I mean.” he said.
I was going to say something but then Mr. Simon yelled from behind him, “Hey I called you over here for a reason.” he shouted. I looked up at Ed and muttered an apology before walking away towards Mr. Simon office.
Okay so before I walk in there let me tell you the story on why I had to quit dancing. It happened last year when Liam, Ed, Niall, and I went out at a club. We all wanted to celebrate Liam's solo in this play the director was hosting for Christmas, it meant a lot to him and he wanted to share there celebration. Everything was fine you know the usual, party hard, get drunk, make an ass of yourself on the dance floor until we left. There were this group of people waiting by Liam's car and we all knew who they were. These guys were huge homophobes and for the fact that we were dancer didn't help at all.
Anyway they confronted us and started pushing and shoving, calling Niall and I terrible names. Liam wasn't the fighter of our group unless you talked some mad shit about his boy, and that night Liam was already in a bad mood from when some chick spilled her drink all over him. So I wasn't surprise when he threw the first punch, which led into a full out brawl in the parking lot. Niall and I were definitely not the fighting type; Liam and Ed knew that so they told Niall and I to go hide. That's where things went really bad...I remember it like it was yesterday.
Year Ago
“ Hurry up before they see us.” I hissed as I waved my hands frantically from behind the car. I cant believe this was happening, this whole situation is getting out of hand and I haven't had a clue on what to do. I watched as scurried over quickly but before he could make it the car another boy came out of nowhere and grabbed the blonde by his collar.
“Oi look what I found!” hollered as he pushed forward making the blonde fall to the ground.
“You leave him the fuck alone!” Liam yelled as he lunged for the boy. I watched silently as another guy...Kent I think his name was, rush towards Liam knocking him down, “Ah now where do you think your going faggot.” he sneered.
I saw Ed move forward but the boy who had kicked him over onto his back, his foot on the blondes stomach, “Move and I crush his lungs.” Ed instantly stopped. This was getting to serious, these guys weren't just joking around like they usually do, they seriously intended to hurt us. For what reason? Just because he's gay...of course that's always it, and I was getting really tired of people pushing us around like this. So standing up quietly making sure no one saw me, I caught Ed's eyes and nodded at him.
The guy who had Niall down on the ground had his back to me, so when Ed nodded back I jumped on him, successfully pinning him to the ground. Reeling back my fist I punched him in the face a couple of times before getting up. Looking around Ed and Liam were alright, the other guys on the ground, sighing to myself I turned and helped Niall up off the ground.
“You okay?” I asked him. He nodded his head but I could see the tears welling up in his eyes. He was never good with the hate they got sometimes and the only person who could help was Liam. Smiling he brushed 's shirt off before doing the same to his.
Suddenly there was a click coming from someone farthest of the group. No one really noticed him because Liam had knocked him out on the first punch, but right now he was up and he had a gun. My eyes went wide as he aimed it at Niall; it felt it as if everything went slow-mo, I heard Ed running toward the guy to knock him over, Liam screaming me and 's name and me pushing Niall out the way so he wouldn't get hit.
Then after that I ended up on the ground and I felt my pants become wet with something. It was only a second later did I realize that I got shot...in the knee and it fucking hurt. I didn't hear anything else after that, not Liam screaming, Ed's frantic phone call yelling for help, or Niall's crying. All at that moment the only thing I could think of was...
I'm never going to be able to dance again....
Now here I sat in Mr. Simon's office, my mind reeling back into the past. I knew that it wasn't anybody faults on what happened that night, but it took a month to convince all three of them that it wasn't there fault. I was completely devastated when the doctor told me that I couldn't dance anymore, that my knee was completely shattered. Of course they fixed it up and I can walk around normally again, but they strictly told me that I couldn't dance anymore. It was like hell froze over, dancing was everything to me and telling me to stop was like telling me that I couldn't breathe. However after a while I sucked it up and accepted it, though Liam had a hard time doing so. Telling me that he'd quick with me so that I didn't feel alone, but I quickly objected to that because there was no way in hell was I going to stop him for doing something he loved.
And yeah that's the story, I know it sad....tragic really but it's life and I got over so yah. I finally looked up at Simon who was staring me down from his chair. “Are you done reminiscing?” he asked. Sighing I nodded my head....Simon always could see right through me.
“Now I know it's kind of hard for you to be here, but your the only person I could think of that can help this kid.” he started.
“What's the blokes name?” I asked, ready to hurry up and get the hell out of here.
“Louis....Louis Tomlinson...really good but he's stumbling, I really can't explain what's going on with him.” he explained.
I scrunched up my face, I swear I've heard that name before...sounded very familiar. Then I remembered, Louis from Doncaster, he moved here a couple of months ago I believe. “Yah I've seen him around school...didn't know he danced though?” I questioned. I watched Mr. Simon nod his head.
“Now I want you here tomorrow so you can watch him, try and figure out how to fix him because I've done my best.” he said.
“Sure I'll come by no worries Simon.” I said as I stood up from the chair. Great I thought now I have to come here and babysit some guy who can't dance. Huffing a bit I ran a hand through my curls again before leaving his office, and just my luck as soon as I did I ran into Niall.
“Harry!!!” the blonde cried as he pulled me into a tight hug. I couldn't help but smile because Niall was such a cheery person, I mean who couldn't smile around the little leprechaun. “Hey .” I said back, the blonde let me go before stepping back.
I noticed that he was decked out in his jersey and cleats meaning he just got out of practice. “Where's Liam?” I asked as I started to walk towards the entrance door. Niall's smile fell to a frown.
“He's sick today.” the boy said sadly, so that's why he wasn't class today I thought, “I wanted to stay and take care of him but he didn't want me to miss practice.” he added.
“Sooo why are you here?” I asked. Niall stopped to sit on the bench to take off his cleats and put on regular shoes.
“Wait'en on Ed, he promised me some Nandos after he was finished up here.” Niall explained. I was going to say something but was interrupted with Ed's arm being thrown over my shoulder.
“And I promised so here I am, just had to get some music sheet out the studio.” Ed said. Niall beamed before hopping to his feet, converse on, and his green snapback on his head. I smiled at the boys eagerness, then suddenly his blue eyes were turned to me.
“So Harry why exactly are you here?” Niall asked giving me a suspicious glare. I sighed for about the millionth time.
“Simon wanted me to instruct some bloke tomorrow so yeah.” I said lamely. “What's his name?” Niall asked as they walked out the building.
“Louis Tomlinson...I've seen him around but I never talked to him.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
I heard Ed gasped, “Oh man that bloke is amazing at dancing.” he cried. I raised my brows, “Really if he's so good why am I coming over..as Simon says to 'fix' him?” I asked. Ed's face fell a little.
“Yeah he's been kind of off lately I don't know what happened, but the first time he danced and I played for him, it was like...shit I don't even know it was beautiful.” Ed exclaimed. Niall laughed at Ed's poetic way of describing the boy.
“Well I'll be the judge of that tomorrow.” I said, “I'll see you guys later yeah?” he called out as he made his way back to the main building.
“See ya Harry.” Niall yelled.
“Bye curly.” Ed waved.
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When I made it back to the building I went straight to the music room to get my stuff. I totally forgot that I left my bag here in a rush to get to Simon's office. Turning the corner I stopped when I heard someone crying; peeking over the corner I saw a boy with feathered brown hair, his back against the wall, his blue eyes were looking straight ahead, tears silently falling. I know it was wrong for me to eavesdrop but I couldn't help myself....because this was Louis. The guy I was supposed to be teach tomorrow and I wanted to know why the boy was crying.
“What...did the doctor say?” I heard Louis squeak out.
…...there was silence for a minute, then I saw his face pinch up in anguish.
“C....Cancer?”
“B...But you said...it wasn't serious mum.” he cried, and now I felt really bad because this was none of my business, but I just couldn't turn away from someone so hurt. I watched as the boy slid down the wall, his face not losing that painful look.
“No...No....okay I'll try....love you to mum.” I heard Louis say before sliding his phone off. I watched silently as the boy start to cry and I mean shoulder shaking, hiccuping....just full on sobs and I just wanted go over there and hug him.
Making up my mind I was going to go over there and comfort him but someone beat me to it.
“Louis?.....Lou what happened?” I peeked over the corner again to see a tall tan boy with his dark hair a bit in a quiff, but much more messy, his brown eyes were filled with concern as he crouched down in front of Louis.
“Lou?” I heard him ask.
I didn't stay after that I felt guilty for listening on to the poor boys conversation so I decided to leave. I made my way back to the entrance and to the parking lot. Sliding into my car I sat there for a second and realized that I was crying myself and I didn't know why. It's just that painful and utter despair on that boy's face was just so....so sad.
And at that moment I had this urge to call my mum.