~Dancing with Style(s)~

Chapter Two(:

I waited for an answer before I walked into the studio. My phone chimed.

'Alright, just be careful.'

I threw my phone down in my bag and picked the bag up. I walked to the door and unlocked it. I didn't see any cars around, except my mom's and one across the street. I walked in, threw down my bag, and took off my jacket. I walked over to the music station and put on the music designated for the dance I was doing. I began to dance, my eyes staying closed. I couldn't bear to open my eyes. I tried to do the jump Harry helped me with today and fell on my face. Suddenly, I heard footsteps running towards me, causing my heart to race. I couldn't get up fast enough. But when I did, I saw a hand outstretched to me. I didn't even bother to see who it was, I just let them help me up. My eyes were shut as I stood, the person grabbing my sides. I couldn't make myself open my eyes until I was flat on my own two feet.

"I told you to balance your core."

I knew that British accent. It was Harry...

I opened my eyes and they landed on those familiar emerald eyes and brown curly hair.

"H-Harry. What are you doing here?" I asked, pushing his hands away from my sides.

"I'm still trying to practice what I've learned. I'm only going to be here a few weeks, but I want to leave a good impression."

"Trust me, you've made a big enough impression."

"What is that supposed to mean?" he inquired.

"Well, you're kind of Internet famous. Everyone here knew you. Heck, I knew you and I don't even like you."

"Y-you don't like me?"

Why did I say that?

"I-I didn't mean it like that. I meant like in a 'I don't think you're gorgeous' kind of way. Other then that, you seem... decent."

"You like me."

"No. Sorry."

"You do. I can see it in your eyes."

"Impossible."

He pulled my head up to his and our eyes instantly locked. I could feel his breath on my lips, that's how close we were.

"Look into my eyes and tell me that you don't like me," he whispered.

"I-I... I-I don't..."

I took in a deep breath and sighed.

"I can't."

"I knew it."

"Look, don't tell anyone. I have my friends believing that I don't like you, so that I won't be ambushed or anything like that, or have constant screaming in my ears, because I am NOT that type of girl."

"You don't freak out when you see someone... Like me?"

"No, trust me, I almost did earlier today. But I don't want to be like that."

"Oh."

"Look, let's forget this never happened, okay?" I said quickly as I marched over to my bag, getting out my water bottle. Suddenly, I felt hot breath on the back o my neck.

"I can't forget," he whispered.

I fell into the floor again, this time, passing out. After what seemed like a few minutes, my eyes opened. And there he was, looking as perfect as ever.

"W-what happened?"

"You fell and hit your head on the bench. Don't worry, there's not a mark or anything," he said with a smile, handing me my water bottle. I sat up before taking it from him. It was cold.