The Dancer

SCARLETT P.O.V
"WHAT HAPPENED?" "MISS SCARLETT WHY IS YOUR DRESS RIPPED" "WHO WAS SCREAMING" "WHO LOVES WHo?" "ARE YOU AND HARRY IN A RELATIONSHIP"

all the paps are screaming things at us as we emerge.

The paparazzi that are locked outside.

I don't know how the ones that are inside got in, but right now I don't care.

"Harry," I whisper frantically, "what about Nic?"
he just shakes his head and pushes me forewards.

Elbowing people out the way.

The flashes from the camera make me feel dizzy, it's like strobe lighting.

i see the car we came in through a gap in some guys arm, I se our driver standing at the door looking perplexed.

He spots me and Harry fighting against the sea of paps.

He runs forewards. Pushing people out the way, shouting move.

He takes my arm, but I keep my grip on Harry. Not daring to let go.

He yanks the door open and I fall in, I scramble to the seat and let Harry in.

My driver runs round and starts the engine.

I stare at my..can I still call it a dress?

Its ripped practically everywhere.

It's ripped down the back passed my bum, so thank god for Harry holding it together or they'd have seen my underwear!

Not that it would Be the end of the world if they saw my pants. But I think I've had enough humiliation.

I look up and Harry's staring at me.

"You okay.."

I nod, I'm as okay as can be...

"thanks for holding my dress together.." I take my shoes from his hands.

"Oh your welcome."

I exhale, and lean back against the window.

I can see Harry wants to talk abou what happens.

"I'm sorry you had to see that.." Wait what? The way he's saying it..it's as if..well as if it's happend before.

"It's happened again?" I whisper

"again, yeah w..wait what? He's been like it before?"

"Only once...that's why it was..." Is scary the right word? Was I scared?

"Scary?"

I nod.

"hes done it once before, we were at a launch party. And well we got him out in time. But he went..mad. Screaming. On the bus..he burst into tears...crying for you. Course then none of us new who you were! And well we didn't really put the pieces together when we met you. Him calling you Lettie..you saying call me Scarlett..." He trails off.

i stay silent.

"We never knew what to do. But It was awful, we heard him crying..cried himself to sleep. If we tried to comfort him..he wouldn't have it. Sobbed your name. None of us new why. Then the next day he would hbe so quiete and subdued. Wouldn't laugh or anything. Then he would be back to normal, normal funny Louis."

"Normal funny Louis." I echoe.

"So was he talking about you?"

I shrug, he continues to question me.

"What happened the first time?"

I think back, it was some party some popular kid had organised. Louis begged and begged me to go for a week.
finaly on the night of the party I gave in. I wore a pretty dress and did my make up. We arrived and I got odd looks, but Louis just said I ignore them because there jelous. I felt so put of my depth. I hardly knew anyone.
we arrived at the drinks table and Louis downed everything within arms reach. I sipped on some foul tasting drink.
he began to do some weird dance making me laugh and loosen up. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the dance floor where people where slut dropping and grinding on one another. We swayed together laughing and singing. His friend Stan came over and we all danced together doing our party tricks showing off. Then he left and it was me and Louis again.

a slower song began to play and many people grabbed partners and began to sway in there drunken states. I remember throwing my arms round his nEck and swaying with his hands placed on my hip. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. Then before i knew what was happening he lent in and gently kissed my lips.

I had never thought of Louis in a romantic way. Sure he was handsome and charming. And I knew many girls fancied him. But I never once imagined myself and him together...

I pulled away shocked and I removed my hands from his neck
he looked me in the eyes and all I saw was pain. I walked off the floor and towards the a empty room. He called my name. I rememeber everything that happened, clearly.

"Lettie wait...Lettie."
"your drunk Lou, you need to go home."
"why did you pull away?"
"because I was shocked! Lou your my bestfriend and drunk as fuck lets go.."
He slured something but I ignored him.
"not like your going to even remember this tomorrow," I say
"I will.. I remember it all!" He shouts "I love you Lettie"
"yeah I love you too." I say tiredly
"you mean it?" I look up at him, and e doesn't look one bit drunk, and the words he spoke where as clear as anything.

I just stare at him.

"Say you mean it." He says in a whisper. "Please lpleade!" His eyes fill with tears as he becomes hysterical.

"Louis stop it." I begin to feel scared "stop being silly!"
"I'm not! I'm serious!" His voice become stern and he begins to shout. I move backwards stepping on a empty can.

I bump into someone I turn and see Stan. He looks at me and I don't have words to say. I turn and a look at my bestfriend crying shouting his love for me. I run from the room.




I rember running and not Looking back. Stan helped him home. But that's all I rember. 2 days after he had no memory of it.

Yet I do. It's crystal clear.

Etched in my memory.

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