The lights in the theater were dim; the bigger lights being on the stage where he was dancing. Harry Styles, the schools most talented dancer. He'd been dancing longer than any guy or girl at the school- since he was three.

Louis sat in the back, watching. He'd been doing this every day during free period for two weeks. Louis was new, and on his first day went into the wrong theatre and saw Harry dancing. He was absolutely fascinated at Harry's flexibility and the way he twirled so gracefully.

Louis knew it was wrong to invade this guy's privacy- Louis knew nothing about him, not even his name. He just knew that this nameless person was a really good dancer.

Louis told himself after watching the first week that he had to find something else to do. He didn't really have anything to do, though. The script for the play he was going to be in wasn't ready yet, and the only person he really knew at the school practiced his music during free period. So on Monday Louis came back and watched again; he felt rather pathetic, and guilty.

Harry never noticed Louis, though, and Louis was thankful for that. Harry was basically in his only little world, concentrating hard because it was nearing December and the winter performance was right before winter break; he only had a few weeks to make his dance perfect.

As Louis sat quietly in the back and watched, he told himself this had to be the last time. He considered leaving now, but since he really had nowhere to go, he just continued to watch the beautiful dancer.

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