Harry woke up in a bad mood. Tuesdays were usually his good day; he had his dance classes with Jessica, meaning he didn't have maths so that made him happy. But today, Harry didn't want to go to dance practice; he wasn't ready. Harry slept through free period yesterday, studied all night, crashed around 1 a.m. and woke up late this morning. He had no time to practice that move again and he didn't want to let Jessica down by falling on his arse.

Once Harry finally got to school, he was almost late to first period again. He saw Zayn and Liam standing outside the classroom, and Liam obviously brought Zayn food this morning because he put the rest of something in his mouth, and then took a drink from his water bottle.

"Harry! Sorry, I tried to find you this morning to bring you food, but you weren't in your theater," Liam explained.

"I woke up late," Harry announced in a grouchy tone, and walked into the classroom.

Liam and Zayn exchanged a look, then the bell rang and Liam whispered to Zayn, "You have to deal with him, not me,"

Zayn glared at his boyfriend, "Thanks babe."

Zayn walked in and sat next to Harry who had his mad face on. Zayn didn't have to bother asking 'what's wrong' because he knew it had to do with the fact Harry woke up late, and of course like always, it probably had to do with dance.

That's all Harry's life is: Dance. When he first joined dance class when he was three, his family thought it was 'cute' and 'he'll grow out of it in a few years' but, he didn't. As the few years passed, he got more and more serious about it. So when he made it into this school, he felt lucky. He found a place near campus to live by himself, and started school as soon as he could. Even though he had to leave his mum and sister, and live alone, it was all worth it. That's why when he's having trouble, or is stressed with his dancing, he knows he can't give up. This is what he's been working towards forever.

"Okay, Harry, show me what you got!" Jessica said, as she turned on the music.

Harry's stomach dropped, filled with nervousness. He tried to remind himself he could do this.

Chasse, chaine, grand jete, pierouette, chasse, illusion-thud.

Harry turned bright red with embarrassment, "Sorry, Jess!"

"It's alright my dear, just try again."

So he did. He attempted, and did fine up until that move and fell again. He was so ashamed of himself. Jess showed him the move, and Harry watched in awe because she did it so perfectly. Harry smiled and thanked her for demonstrating, then she turned on the music and Harry tried again. He concentrated as hard as he could, and finally, not perfectly and almost falling again, he did the move. He wanted to be proud of himself, but still he wasn't. He was, however, surprised at himself.

Jess clapped for Harry, and turned off the music. She told him she was proud, and he thanked her. They talked about some other moves he could perform because he wasn't finished with the whole dance yet.

"You'll think of something good, I know. You're creative," Jess complimented.

Harry smiled and thanked her again, and she left Harry alone in the theater.

Harry wasn't alone for long though. It was free period, and Louis was back to watch. Harry practiced the illusion a few more times, falling once, but mostly getting it, very imperfectly. Harry sighed and decided he'd give himself a five minute break to grab a drink and cool down.

But when he hopped off stage, that's when he saw him.

"Hey!" Harry called, fast-walking towards the back where Louis was sitting.

Louis muttered a curse to himself, grabbing his bag and quickly heading for the door.

Harry was right behind him, though. "Don't you leave." And Louis froze. He turned around slowly, and there Harry was. Up close and personal, like Louis had never seen him before. Yeah, he seen Harry in the halls and stuff, but they shared no classes, so this was the first time he was actually making eye contact with Harry. It made Louis nervous.

"What are you doing here? Spying? Trying to steal my moves for your performance?" Harry questioned, figuring he was a dancer that Harry didn't know. This is the dance theater after all.

"No, no, I swear," Louis explained, "I'm not a dancer."

"Then what are you doing in here?"

"I was lost," Louis half-lied. Yeah, Louis was lost… Two weeks ago. "I'm new. Not a dancer, I promise. An actor, actually. My names-"

"Louis?" Harry vaguely remembering Zayn blabbering about the new actor.

"Yeah," Louis looked confused. How did Harry know him?

"My friend was telling me about you. He's an actor, too. Uhm, I'm Harry, by the way." Harry stuck his hand out, and Louis shook it, starting to grin.

Finally, the pretty dancer he'd been watching, has a name.