I felt bad about saying no to Harry, but what did he expect? I only met him yesterday, and I can't say how I feel about him. I mean, he was nice enough, but I didn't know anything about him and I didn't like him like that. Everyone had to go out, so I stayed home. I dug through Danielle's stuff, finding a pair of dancer's shorts and a black sports bra. I winced at the marble scars that decorated my stomach, but logged on to the internet.
I scrolled through YouTube, finding the Cellblock Tango. One of my favorites in the movie Chicago. I turned the volume up and positioned myself to start dancing and singing to it. I had done this when I was younger and on the dance team.
I prepared myself and started. Taking on all six parts. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_o8rps0m4I Like that.
I spent the next couple hours dancing, but finished off with that rendition again. Right in the beginning, I heard the door open. I wasn't going to stop now. I kept going, even as I was aware that I had an audience.
I finished up, then wiped my brow. "Hello, guys!" I smiled at them, their gaping figures.
"I think Harry might be afraid that you might kill him, after seeing that number," Louis laughed at Harry.
"Hopefully he can handle his arsenic," I winked before spinning off to the kitchen to get some water.
"CAN YOU KILL ME SOME OTHER WAY?!" Harry pleaded.
"But what about my fingerprints?" I bat my eyes. I drank my water and set my leg up on the counter, stretching out my thighs. "Oh, Dani, sorry for taking your bra and shorts. But I didn't have any," I apologized.
"You are welcome to my dance clothes, if you keep performing," Dani smiled at me. I nodded and finished off my water.
"I'm going to go shower," I said before walking off to my room.
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I put on a pair of black yoga pants with Juicy written in pink across the butt, a hot pink spaghetti strap tank top, and pink ballet flats. I tied my wet hair up in a bun, the blond in a stripe on the bottom of the bun and swirled into the bun. I put on a bit of eyeliner, my chapstick, and walked back out.
The boys were out doing some kind of male bonding (Eleanor told me that she'd practically had to kick Harry out) and the girls were dancing around the livingroom to Beyonce "Ego". I smiled at the familiarity of Kanye West singing about what he called his "ego" but what everyone knew most certainly was not his ego.
"He walk like this cause he can back it u-u-up!" I giggled and copied Dani. Pretty soon the girls and I had choreographed a dance routine to this song and we were rocking it. Dani and I were lead, and Eleanor, Perrie, and Cecily were in the back behind us.
We didn't hear the door open as we swiveled our hips and shimmied up and down the livingroom.
"The second time today that we come home and see someone dancing. I swear, this house is turning into a musical," Louis said sarcastically, causing Eleanor to hit him rather harshly on the arm.
"Bugger off, Louis," she muttered, trying to contain her giggling.
"You love it," he smiled at her. I tore my eyes away from them and looked at Harry, who was staring at me with such an intensity it made my heart skip a beat. His face broke into a warm smile, his eyes alight with joy at my blush. I smiled smally, drinking in his features.
Harry Styles, public ladies man, smiling at me like a birthday/christmas gift.