Since the concert on Monday, Harry and Louis only saw each other at school. Harry was basically killing himself with last minute practice because today, Friday, is his performance day. He was nervous; not too much, but nervous, worried about that move he still occasionally struggled with. He did not want to fall. And on top of all that, he was thinking about Louis more and more. He held hands with Louis. It was brief but it still happened! Harry was trying to stop thinking this early in the morning, but before he could get up on stage to turn on the music, he heard his phone go off.
Louis Tomlinson: Today's the big day! Excited?
Harry smiled like a dork at his phone; it was cute that Louis texted him about this.
A little. Nevous, though, Harry typed, come watch me practice?
Louis was now the one grinning like an idiot; Harry's text definitely made him feel wanted, however he had to decline. Gotta practice, we're gettin' stuff on stage set up. Sorry curly, maybe during free?
Sounds great! x
Louis stared at the 'x' for a long time before Zayn tapped him from behind and ordered Louis to follow him. They brought some stuff up on stage, Liam directing because that's what he does best. Louis admired Zayn and Liam's relationship. Liam would call out something he wanted them to do, and Zayn would jokingly yell a profanity back, complaining about how it was 'too early to be moving shit around' and Liam would say, "Yeah, yeah babe just do as I say," and of course Zayn would, and they both had smiles on their faces the whole time.
Harry did his dance a good fifteen times, practicing the illusion about twenty times, before he had to go to first period. He always worked hard, but he swore he'd never worked as hard as he did this morning. He was going to be ready for tonight; he wasn't going to have to worry about falling. He was going to accomplish this if it kills him.
"So, sending kisses to guys we're 'just friends' with?" Zayn teased Harry when he sauntered into the classroom and sat next to his friend.
"Uhh, what?" Harry asked genuinely confused.
"To Louis?! I saw your text to him over his shoulder!"
"What the hell?! Snoop!"
"Say it, Styles," Zayn demanded, "You. Like. Louis."
Harry stared at Zayn, trying to keep a stern look on his face. He couldn't, though. He did like Louis, Zayn was right.
"We fell asleep together on my couch Monday night," Harry admitted quietly.
Zayn laughed, "Too cute, Harry."
Harry knew he was being silly, and kind of sounded like a girl giggling about his crush. (Though it's not all twirls and pointed toes with him, he's muscular and could kick your ass if needed.) But having someone to crush on and to make you smile is nice, so Harry didn't care.
Harry and Louis were both happy when it was free period and they could finally see each other. Louis hadn't been watching Harry the past few days because Louis was busy with his own practice.
They smiled, and hugged when they saw each other.
"Missed you, Lou," Harry whispered.
"Missed you, too, curly."
They pulled out of the hug, and Harry questioned, "Are you sure it's okay I'm taking you away from your practice?"
"Yeah," Louis nodded, "Zayn's making Liam give everyone a break for the rest of the day. I think Liam only gave in because winter break starts tomorrow and we have time to practice after that."
"What are you doin for break, anyways?" Harry asked as he climbed up on stage.
"Going home!" Louis said all too excited, "You?"
"Same. Mum and Gemma are coming tonight for the performance and they wanted me to go back with them but I'm not done packing so I have to leave tomorrow." Harry showed his guilty face, making Louis laugh and tease him.
"You're slacking!"
"Yeah, yeah." Harry smiled, then turning on his music and practicing again.
Harry didn't have much time to practice because he had to go over last minute things with Jess, and go into the locker room to get changed into his performance outfit.
The theater started filling up quickly. Louis invited Zayn and Liam to sit with him, half because he didn't want to be alone with strangers and half because they were kind of becoming friends. (Or at least it didn't seem like Zayn was annoyed with Louis. Harry told Zayn he'd like Louis eventually!)
The lights went low, spotlight on the stage; the dancers started. There were many boys, but more girls. And none of them were as good as Harry.
Eventually, the lights went low again, and a voice said, "Presenting Mr. Harry Styles."
The spotlight on the stage lit up, and Harry gracefully did his chasse onto the stage. The music started, Harry smiled, doing his chaine turns flawlessly. He moved into a grand jete and then his favorite move: the pierouette, which turned into fouette turns. He did another chasse, then a tour jete. Louis watched in amazement. Of course he'd seen Harry dance before but this looked so fascinating; flawless, and clean, no mistakes anywhere. Absolutely perfect.
Louis noticed that nervous look on Harry's face, though he was trying to keep a smile. Louis knew he could do it, though, and he did; is last move, the illusion. Everyone clapped, some even giving a standing ovation. Harry wanted to clap for himself too, he was proud he didn't screw up.
Harry quickly went back into the locker room to clean himself up and change. When he went back into the theater to find his mum, sister and friends, people were passing him to leave, and many were stopping him, complimenting, "You did so well, Harry!" "Good job! I'm sure you make everyone proud!" "Excellent! How long have you been dancing?" Harry happily stopped to appreciate everyone's kindness, but he continued to search for everyone, until he ran into Zayn and Liam.
"Very nice, Styles," Zayn smiled.
Liam agreed, "Perfect, as always."
Harry nodded, "Thanks, guys. Have you seen Louis anywhere?"
Both Liam and Zayn looked to their sides and behind them. "He was just here," Zayn answered curiously, "I don't know where he went. Anne and Gemma are over there, though." Zayn pointed to Harry's mum and sister, Harry smiled as soon as he saw them.
"Alright! Guess I'll find Louis later," Harry sighed, "See ya guys, happy winter break!"
Harry ran up to his mother and sister, attacking them with hugs. "I've missed you!"
Anne kissed Harry's cheek, "I missed you too, H! You did so lovely, I'm so proud." Anne was always genuine complimenting Harry, and Harry loved her compliments, it made him feel good.
Harry stood around talking to Anne and Gemma for a couple of minutes, hoping Louis would pop up but he didn't. Soon, Anne and Gemma said their goodbye's to Harry so they could go back home, Harry said he'd see them tomorrow and it's been awhile since he could say that so that made him happy.
Harry was bummed he didn't see Louis. He dragged his feet into the locker room to collect his things, and then he heard the door open a few seconds after him. He figured it would be one of the other dancers, but then he heard the voice.
"Very well, Harry." Harry turned around to see Louis, who looked proud.
"Thank you," Harry hugged him.
"I knew you'd be able to do it, even though you were nervous."
"I'm gonna miss you. Even though it's only gonna be like two weeks," Harry chuckled at himself, hoping he didn't sound too pathetic.
"I'm gonna miss you too," Louis admitted, and that made Harry feel a little better.
Before Louis even thought about what he was doing, he pulled out of the hug, and kissed Harry. When it registered in Louis' head that he was kissing Harry, he got scared and pulled away, and Harry's face looked like he was in complete shock.
Louis wanted to slap himself, why the fuck did he just do that?