Dance With Me ((Harry Styles & Selena Gomez))

06.

Selena's POV:

"Okay, let's do that again!" I hear Mr. Style's voice echo as he leads each group with their designated category for the competition. I manage to heave my skateboard into the room and tumble in right as he begins today's practice. Quickly, I pick myself up from the ground and rush towards the center of the room. Watching what he has in store for Demi, I follow along, the movements pretty basic and simple. My heart sinks a bit when I notice Demi just copying and not adding anything. I want to roll my eyes and claim he's not giving her enough but I know realistically as a teacher, he's intentionally doing it with hopes she'd add her own flair and technique.

I almost want to shout at her but I remember David's lingering warning. I can't let anyone know I'm in here.

The class ends quicker than I expect and I'm a bit disappointed at the lack of rigor in the dance. A part of me is relieved I left the class and found myself a better environment where I can develop more expertise whether it's Perrie telling me my hip-hop has to be more sexy, Danielle helping me dramatize my movements, or David fixing my posture. Deciding that I need more time in here, I patiently wait for everyone to file out the room so I can blast my own music and do whatever I please; however, when all the students are gone, Mr. Styles lingers around. He shuts the door and locks it. I'm a bit shocked considering the other times I came in here, there were only a few when he was alone. He does come in before class starts at time and he'd do some of his own practices which I semi-followed but he never stayed behind before. Pressing some buttons on his iPod, he returns to the center and I can feel my heart racing when he places his hands on the mirror, forehead pressing against it. The fear that he can see me rushes through and I panic at getting caught but my body soon floods with relief when he backs up and begins a routine...for himself. It's a lot more complicated than what he has arranged for Demi and I'm surprised at how intense it is. After snapping out from my gawking, I find this a perfect opportunity to further practice. My eyes follow his movements and when I feel like I have an understanding for the gist of his dance, I glide in suit.

His routine ends minutes later and we're both panting. This is what he should be teaching. He's a lot better of a dancer than I gave him credit for and I have to remember he has got to have landed this job for a reason. I plant myself on the ground in a criss-cross sitting position, watching him wipe his sweat off and begin to pack up. He leaves and my fingers play with the dainty trinket around my neck; it's a pair of golden ballet shoes and my mother gave me the necklace before I left for college. I think about what Demi and Miley asked me when I returned the other day.

"He wants you to talk to him," Demi smiles sadly.

"Well, he can fuck off," I roll my eyes, "there's no way I'm talking to him."

"You know, I think he has a thing for you. He's been kinda sad," Miley shrugs.

"Funny," I dryly respond.

I sigh, calling it a day. It's been like a week and I've been coming in here everyday. It's much closer than Louis's place and provides me an area to practice whenever I desire to. Sometimes I go along with the class, sometimes I just follow Mr. Styles if he's in here, and at other times I'm alone and free. The competition is at the end of the fall quarter, which means there's only like slightly less than three weeks left.

Louis's POV:

"She's so incredible," I sigh, super happy I got Selena as one of my representatives. I was talking about her with Zayn and Liam until Niall arrived in mid-conversation. The small cafe is surprisingly empty and we're more than pleased to have a majority of the place to ourselves. We settle in a big booth that curves around--the only one that would fit all five of us. Liam sits on one of the outside edges while Zayn and I take the middle, leaving two empty spots on my right for whoever comes first. Niall takes place beside me now, giving Harry the edge seat when he arrives.There are small bulb lights dangling on thin wire cords, hanging from the ceiling and dropping right above us, mimicking and shaped like rain drops; they provide some source of brightness in the dim room. Overall, the atmosphere is pretty chill and the place is one of our top favorites when it's not packed with customers. 

"She's really nice," Zayn and Liam agree. The two have met her when they came to visit their girlfriends and it's a given that they liked her immediately. She was bubbly and welcoming and we all seem to admire that friendly quality of hers. 

"Tell me more about this dancer you landed. Is she pretty?" Niall jokes as I laugh at his first question.

"Yes," I nudge him whilst winking suggestively, "maybe I can introduce you two together sometime."

"Nice," he beams. We sit around, enjoying some iced tea. Due to the busy schedule and the upcoming competition, we haven't gotten the chance to hang out as much as we'd liked to. 

"So, you spent time with Harry, like what two weeks ago? What's been going up with him?" Zayn brings up as we wait for the curly lad to show up. He's late, like always.

"He's just been depressed, man. I think he finally stopped denying that he has a crush on that girl," Niall dramatically retells what happened that weekend, "like, she just disappeared out of nowhere and he's totally crushed."

"Poor Haz," I frown. It sucks that we couldn't be there for him when he needed it but work was overwhelming and not just for me, but him too. With the competition nearing, practice has become an essential. 

"Hey, I'm here," he pants. Not wanting to put a sour mood on our hang out, I clear my throat. There will always be time for him to rant and we can always discuss his emotional turmoil and tribulations. For now, we decide to move from the topic and think about happier conversations to distract him.