Facade: Love, Lust and Deception

CHAPTER 8

He grabbed the invite, stepping out of his house. His eyes glance over to Louis' house and he frowns. His father is stumbling into the car with a blonde woman, a driver shoving their bags in the boot.

Isn't he attending his son's show?

He unlocked his car, backing out of his driveway as he drove past the group in the opposite direction of where they were headed.

The small theatre was buzzing with people weaving in and out of the main gates. He could see girls and boys in tutus fluttering through the back and side entrance. Everyone held cups of hot cocoa outside to warm themselves up as they waited for the doors to open to be seated.

He watched from the back as Bernadette arrived, even at the age of 65 watching her carry herself so gracefully made everyone stop and admire. She smiled and waved at everyone before being ushered inside to meet the dancers.

The doors opened shortly, the line moving slowly as people hand in their tickets. Harry's gaze moves up from where he's standing to the side entrance. His jaw loosens as he stands there, eyes slightly wide and amazed.

Louis is leaning against the wall, laughing about something a blonde girl in front of him said. He bends back a bit, his hand covering the wide smile as his eyes crinkle at the edges.

He's in a tight leotard, his bottom curving perfectly in it. His waist looked fragile and delicate. His hair had small clips holding back the fringes and his face was glittering with makeup. His small but plump lips were filled in dark red.

He looked like something the god's sat down and took their sweet time carving. Not one curve, crevice or sound that Louis carried was imperfect.

He's perfect.

"He's also your student"

Harry jumps, hands over his heart as he turns around. Cursing softly under his breath before regaining himself.

"Fucks sake Liam"

Liam snorts, patting his shoulder as they walk in.

"Of all the people you found your student to be enamoured with?"

"Don't even start with me, you got a blowie from Zayn"

"He's not my student and I won't be reported if someone finds out y'know?"

"I hate when you're right."

"Nope, you just hate when you're wrong."

And even though it didn't really make sense, it kind of did.

Fuck you Liam for being so perfect and right.

They were shown to their seats, right in the front. Harry greeted Bernadette with a warm smile and complimented her on the set up and work she'd put up for years to reach here.

She brushed it off, modest as ever as everyone settled down. The lights dimmed as the orchestra took their places. The conductor bowed towards the audience before turning to lead the music.

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The curtains elevated as the music began, the bustle on the stage clarified a royal party for the birth of the princess. Everyone watched as Taylor and her partner Laurent cradle the baby, the visitors and guests swirling around the stage as they each gave the princess a blessing.

The dancers moved flawlessly around the stage as the music continued.

The six fairies were called to the event to bless the princess with their own gifts - Beauty, Courage, Sweetness, Musical Talent and Mischief.