The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 6 - Mean

Walking into rehearsal the following day was... embarrassing. I was so mortified for my outburst, it was immature. My mother would never, ever behave like that. That was really big for me, to even remotely use tone towards someone in such a way. I gave him a mean expression, I was very harsh. I didn't like that side to myself, and he was the new guy after all. I needed to mend the situation, for peace of mind.

"Harry?" I spoke softly; he had been in front of me, stretching. He turned, staring at me blankly. His face was beautiful, but like always, cold. "I wanted to say I'm sorry, yesterday was inappropriate. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm really sorry."

"I don't care what you have to say," he laughed a bit. 'Just get ready to dance."

He walked off, I blinked. I was a little surprised. He couldn't have just said... I didn't even know what to do. I did as he said and started stretching. What could I do to make this guy like me? I hated the vibes that rolled off him; he made me feel like as I spoke, he was hopeful I'd stop talking. The deadpan look in eyes when he looked at my face, or even when I spoke to our instructors about or dancing, he always seemed uninterested, and hopeful that my talking would silence.

"Work relationship," I whispered. "Not friendship, professionalism." I spoke to myself again, and spun, limbering up. It was about the show, that was the bottom line.

"Let's begin," our director shouted and I moved to Harry, starting from the top.

I was focusing on myself, on my body, on moving. I focused on my love of this, my passion and joy, I thought of my mother. I could not worry about him, it wasn't my job. I had no control over what this guy did.

"Excellent!" he clapped. "Guys you are doing so well, I really am proud. Take a drink break."

We all walked off, I went right to Liam. He tucked my hair back; pieces had fallen a bit from all the lifts.

"I hate that guy."

I smiled. "Why?"

"Because he touches you," he ran his hand down to my behind. 'Where I like to touch you."

"Stop," I giggled and pushed against his chest. "Not here Liam."

"Let me take you out, please?"

"We're partners Li... I don't want to wreck that. Can't we just do what we have been?"

"It doesn't make me happy."

I frowned. "I'm sorry for that. I don't want to hurt you, you know that."

"I know," he sighed and pecked my lips, walking away. I caught Harry staring, but hey, he didn't share with me, I didn't want to share with him.

We were all called back and ran through it again, calling it a day. Liam left before me, and I knew he was probably thinking about whether or not he should just break it off with me. Whatever it was that we had, would more than likely end. I loved the company I got from him, I really did enjoy it. I was hopeful maybe things wouldn't' change too drastically. He had to do what was best for him; I just wasn't the best at communicating, or standing up for myself. Even when I disagreed with someone, I still tried to be quiet and respectful.

"Good job today." I said sincerely to Harry, tossing my bag over my shoulder. He nodded in my direction. I left with Sarah and Niall; we grabbed dinner.

"Oh take a breath," Sarah rubbed my back after my ranting.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going crazy." I shook my head. "How are you two?"

She smiled happily at Niall, her blond hair pulled back, showing off her beautiful features. She leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Oh you'll make me blush."