Tiny Steps { L.S }

III

Louis watched Beauty And The Beast for the 100th time. He didn't understand why he liked it so much, maybe it was the storyline? Or perhaps the talking teapot that was wise, a mother figure he never had. Or in a wild imagination, the fucking hottest villain, Gaston. The flex of his muscle that Louis made whole whirl about before he falls asleep. Then of course, there was Belle. The short brunette always looked up to her, she was brave, cautious and beautiful. For goodness sakes it was in her name. She really was the Belle of the season.

Liam interrupted the movie, slamming the door open and closed. Lou looked up at the motion, noticing how emotionally drained the older boy looked.

"Uhm, you okay?" he asked, moving around under the blankets of his bed. Liam nodded, tossing his shirt off, replacing it with an overused hoodie.

"Yeah, just tired I guess," Louis hummed in agreement.

The next morning the feminine boy awoke in startle at yet another slam of the door. He groaned and muffled his whole face into the extra pillow. The sun was barely up, it was so cold that even the sun shivered. Okay, that was an overstatement but like, it was cold.

After a few minutes, Louis couldn't really go back to sleep, so in replace he swiped down Instagram, liking every picture without even looking at it. As he was scrolling, he came across a user by the name Niall_Horan11. The boy clicked on it, as the profile was only a picture of a chair, and fair enough it was the Irish fella Louis met in the hallways a couple days ago.

He clicked follow, then put his phone away. Time to get ready, he guessed. With a pair of sweatpants and stained jerseys, Louis scurried out the door and made his way to the Dance Barre. It was 7AM, class didn't start for another hour and a half but he went to practice his points.

Louis opened the door, only to see Styles sitting on the floor, towel chucked on his shoulder and a plastic bottle in his hand.

"Oops, sorry. I just came to practice," Lou said, placing his things down. The tall boy laughed at him, leaning his arm on the one leg that was up.

"Hi...? Uhm, It's the dance barre, I have a strange feeling that this is where everyone comes to practice," right, of course. Louis mentally faced palmed himself. Despite the warm feeling in his gut from embarrassment, he began his pliés. He knew Styles was watching him, knew by the way eyes burned into his head.

"Have you ever considered going to the gym? You've got like, 0 muscles. No wonder Mr. Pouff made you change into the female role, you're basically one yourself," the tall brunette said, placing the half empty, half full water bottle into the empty compartment of his duffle bag.

"First off, that hurt. Secondly, shut the fuck up. I came here to dance, not to make enemies with a jerk like you," Lou replied, switching from pliés to stretching. The sweatpants obviously didn't make it easy, but they were comfortable and he was too lazy to take them off.

"Mkay, so obviously fem boy has an attitude. I'm a third year, which means you've got to respect me. I'm also the best dancer here, so watch what you say," Styles threw at him, staying on the floor and not returning to dancing. The other male just laughed, deeming his exercises enough. He began going into the splits. From there, he started bending the bottom part of his legs. Flexibility, hello?

"I see. So you're jealous because I have potential to be better than you, someone who as been at this school for nearly three years, where as I haven't even been here a week. I smell jealousy, Mr. Styles," the latter shifted uncomfortably where he sat on the floor.

"Don't call me that. My name's Harry, not some formal shit. And I'm not jealous, you're just bratty and annoying" the newfound name sparked interest in Louis. With moments of silence, Harry evidentially found a new spot standing and began the new tendu routine Mr. Pouff taught the class. He did this for 30 minutes while Louis found a pattern of stretching.

The shorter one finally came to realization at how Styles managed to earn the only clap from the dance teacher. His points were basically more precise than the bar itself. He swiftly embraced every move, transitioning into the next like it was made for only him. Maybe he was from another universe where it's all singing and dancing. Everyday is filled with wondrous joy, a glee fulfilled with rainbows.

Harry stopped, and eventually so did Louis' staring. To be completely fair, how could he not stare at someone as hot as he was. Obviously, in Louis' opinion he was an upright jerk, a show off and had a tendency to think everyone was three steps below him.

Then, the long haired boy left the room with no words, slammed the door shut and left Lou dumbfounded. Okay, so that was his competition. Cool cool cool cool, no doubt no doubt no doubt. He's got this. Totally.