Yours

[Harry's POV]


"She was just using you man, she wasn't worth it. She's a fame whore."
I stood up from my bar chair. I turned around and faced the guy. I've had enough of the shit he was saying about Rebecca.
"Say it one more time," I got up in his face. "I dare you." I gritted making my hands into fist by my side.
He smirked. "What? when I called her a whore or when I called her a bitc--"I cut him off by punching him right in the jaw.
"I told you to shut the fuck up." I yelled looking at him on the floor holding his face.
"What? it's not like you cared about her? she was probably one of your sluts." He said.
I lost it; I lost it all.
I don't think i've ever hit someone so many times before, but he deserved every single hit.



[Rebecca's POV]


"Mom," I sighed. "it's been a week and I can't do anything right. I've missed counts, i've fallen, I can't even remember routines."
"Rebecca, all dancers go through this."
"All dancers don't forget every single dance they've ever done. I can't remember a single one anymore. I'm done for." I slumped down onto my couch.
"Baby, it's going to be okay. You just need to clear your mind. Stop stressing so much."
"I can't help it. Everything i've worked for is gone and I don't have a back-up plan. I should just stop it all." I nearly shouted.
"Rebecca Ann, I will not let any of my children give up on any of their dreams because something happened. Pick your arse up and find a new goal. A different school, maybe? do something instead of sulk on the couch pouting that your life is over."
I was shocked. "Mother.."
"I'm sorry, but I just hate hearing that you want to just give up. Don't make me fly to London and hit you with that stick the monkey from The Lion King just hit Simba with to get his mind straight. Like you said, you've worked your whole life for this to just give it up. Now, go out there and find something. There are plenty of opportunities."
"Really mom? The Lion King?"
"Sorry, Lizzy wanted to watch it. I kinda got into it, anyway, find a new goal."
"But... I wanted the Academy.." I trailed.
"I know, sweetie. I'm terribly sorry your jerk of an uncle took that away. Trust me if there was a way I could go down to the school tell them everything, I would, but I can't."
"I know, what am I going to do?"
She sighed. "You remember in sixth grade when that girl in your dance class told you, you weren't good enough?"
"Yeah.." I said glaring at the wall thinking about her.
"Remember how you spent two days locked up in the studio? You kept messing up because you were determined to prove her wrong?"
"Yeah.."
"And you remember how you stopped and just cleared everything out of your head, her comments, the music, everything and you just danced?"
"Yeah..."
"Do that right now, go to the studio, clear your head of everything, and just dance whatever comes to your head. No music. Just you dancing what comes to you. You proved that girl wrong by getting the award she would have won if you didn't stop being stressed."
I smiled. "Dad was right"
"Excuse me?"
I giggled. "He told me how smart you were."
"Oh," she gushed. "you should listen to your father when he says that."
"Thanks mom."
"Your welcome, baby. Now, go on."
"Okay, I love you."
"I love you too, bye."
With that we hung up. I breathed out and stood up. Maybe I should try. I mean, nothing else could happen right?
Instead of changing into some sweats I decided to just wear what I had on. Maybe it'll help me forget thinking so hard about dancing if that even makes sense. I shook my head and walked out of my apartment grabbing my bag. I sat on my steps waiting for a cab.
I looked over to Harry's apartment. I haven't seen or talked to any of the boys for almost two weeks. I just.. they still aren't forgiven. His car was gone so i'm guessing he's gone. Well, duh. I looked at my phone for the time. 8:28 pm. Huh... wonder where he is?
I heard a honk and got into the back of the cab. I would walk, but it's freaking freezing. I learned my lesson earlier this week. Not again. No no. I told him to the gym and he drove me there in about five minutes. I got out and paid the guy.
I stepped out and ran into the building. I walked onto the dance studio and dropped my bag.
I looked up at the ceiling and walked around with my arms out. I took a deep breath and closed me eyes standing in the middle of the dance floor. I tried clearing my mind. No people, no music, no drama, no nothing. Just a clear mind.
I held out my arms and felt myself moving. I was doing this.

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The girl on the far left in font is Rebecca.
I smiled because I was actually doing something, but once I did the skip forward, I literally skipped forward right into the floor. I groaned and got back up. Well this clearing your mind thing isn't working.
I decided to sit on the floor and stretch, maybe that's it. I stretched my legs and arms. I stood up and began again the stuff I remembered, same dance. I bit my lip hoping I wouldn't trip again, but I did and this time i'm pretty sure i'll have a nice bruise on my face.
Instead of getting up, I just laid there with my cheek on the floor.
Maybe dancing isn't my future. I'm obviously not good enough. It's sixth grade all over again. I flipped over and put my hands on my stomach. What am I doing here? I mean, I could go back home to Florida. I only moved here because of Harry and the academy. Now both are gone. I don't need to be here, but I want to be here. I do. I love it here. It's just.. what am I going to do?
I've put all my hard work into preparing for this audition I missed, and I have no back-up plan. Wow.. i'm a real idiot.
I leaned up and thought of another dance I could do.
I got up and went to my phone to see if I had the song. I smiled when I saw that I did. I placed my phone on the floor and started the song.
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I started the dance. I started cursing myself when I missed steps. At the end when I hit the floor purposely, I lost it. "GOD DAMMIT."
I got up and hit the wall with my hand. Why can't I get anything?
I picked up my phone and turned off the music. I should just quit. I picked up my bag and turned off the lights. I stormed out of the gym. I looked at the time. 9:43. I'll just walk.
As I walked, I decided to stop by the ice cream store. I went in and waited in line. As I got to the counter, the lady looked at me weird. "Are you alright, Miss?"
I tilted my head. "Yes, i'm fine. Why?"
"Because you're crying." She said handing me a napkin. I took it and bent down looking in the little window that had the ice cream in it, you could see your reflection. I was crying. I quickly wiped my face and ordered vanilla ice cream in a bowel. She made it and I paid.
I walked out of the store with my ice cream. Ice cream in winter... in London. Yeah, I'm an idiot. I shrugged and ate my ice cream in peace. I can't believe I was crying. How embarrassing.
I was half way home when I walked by a bar. I heard yelling. I turned my head and saw two men fighting. Oh lord. I stopped and saw people gathering around. This well built blonde guy was on top of some guy I couldn't see his face. Some people were yelling to stop, but others were encouraging.
I dropped my ice cream when the guy from underneath the blonde flipped him over and started punching him in the face. Harry. Something in me just freaked. I started pushing past people to get them to move. Once I made it close enough, I shouted. "HARRY STOP!"
Both of them turned there heads. The blonde smiled with a bloody smile. Harry had a busted up lip and a bloody nose. "So," the blonde laughed. "she did show up. Need extra money sweetheart?"
Harry turned back to the blonde. "That's it." and he punched him right in the cheek.
Need money.. what?
I did something extremely stupid, but I had too. Harry would have killed that guy if I didn't. I ran right up to those boys and yanked Harry off by his shoulder. Both of us kinda fell backwards. "Get out of here." he breathed.
"No." I firmly said.
All of a sudden Harry yelped in pain. The blonde started kicking him in the side. I stood up. "Leave him alone!"
"He started it." He said kicking Harry again.
Some of the guys in the crowd pulled the blonde away while I helped Harry up. "You idiot let's get you home."
"No," He grunted in pain. "I need to teach him a lesson."
"I think you did that just fine." I said walking slowly towards his car.
We got to his car and he handed me the keys. I opened the passenger side door and carefully put him in. I buckled him in. "Ow."
"Sorry," I said giving him a sympathetic look.
I went around and got into the drivers side. I started the car and drove off. "What the hell Harry?"
"What?" He shrugged then made a pained expression.
"Yeah." I rolled my eyes.
Within minutes I pulled up to my apartment and stopped. "Why'd we stop?"
"Because, you're going with me." I said getting out and going to the passenger side. I opened the door and helped him out. "Take me home." he demanded.
"No," I sighed. "you're drunk."
"No i'm not." He fought as we went up the steps.
I unlocked it and he went in first. "Then how come you can't walk in a straight line, huh?"
He turned around. "Oh, I don't know maybe it's the fact I just got kicked in the ribs three times." he said giving my the 'You've got to be kidding me' look.
"Right.." I trailed. I took his arm and lead him to the kitchen. I leaned him against the counter as I got a towel to wet.
"Why'd you fight, Harry?" I asked.
"Erm, I, uh..kissed his girl." He said looking to the side and nodding more convincing himself.
"That's why you needed to teach him a lesson?" I asked not believing this.
"Yup." He said popping the p.
"Harry," I said lifting his chin and dabbing his nose. "the real reason."
He looked in my eyes as I dabbed his nose. He took a deep breath. "That guy was talking shit about you."
I stopped and looked at him funny. "You fought a guy because he was talking bad about me?"
He nodded slowly.
"Why?" I asked.
He looked at me. "Don't you get it?"
I stopped clearing his blood and crossed my arms. "Get what?"
"That I care about you." He said genuinely.
I shook my head. "No you don't." I said reaching up and wiping the blood off his lip.
He took my wrist and took the towel off his face. "Why won't you believe me?"
I sighed stepping back. "Harry," I looked down. "you wouldn't have done what you did to me if you cared."
He groaned. "Rebecca, do you think if I had known you couldn't audition again I would have agreed?"
I looked up to him. "Would you?"
He shook his head. "No, I wouldn't."
"You wouldn't?" I asked shocked. My mother was right.
He stepped forward and placed his hands on my upper arms. "No, I wouldn't because I really do care about you."
I tried so hard not to smile. "Why can't I believe you?"
"Because," He sighed leaning against the counter again. "i've given you every reason not too. I've been a complete prick to you before and that's the only guy you can see at the moment because you're hurt."
I nodded. "I guess that's it."
"Rebecca, the past two weeks have been horrible. My life was falling part and when I needed you the most you were there to pick me right up again, and this time literally. You picked me up and brought me to a safe place, but when you needed someone the most I let you down." he said looking down to the ground.
"Yeah, you did. You all did." I said tearing up.
"I'm so sorry, I promise you if I knew about it I would have never agreed with Simon." He pleaded.
I nodded. It was silent for a few seconds. I looked up and he was staring at me. "What?"
"Do you believe me?" He asked with sad eyes.
"My mom said that you probably didn't know and if you did you probably wouldn't have agreed. Apparently she was right." I said wiping a tear. I don't know why I was crying.
"Yeah, she is right." He said.
All of a sudden, I felt him switch places with me, and sit me on the counter. "Rebecca," he lifted up me chin. "why are you crying?"
I shrugged. "I don't know."
He wiped a tear that slipped. "There's obviously a reason."
"I'm just stressed right now, I guess a lot has happened in the last hour." I sniffled trying to not cry.
"Becca, i'm sorry. Please believe me." He begged kissing me cheek.
I made a pained face. "Woah, why'd you do that?"
A little smile showed on my face. "I fell while trying to dance."
"Trying?" he knitted his eyebrows.
I nodded. "Yeah, I can't dance anymore. I keep falling, and forgetting counts, and routines." I looked up to him. "Looks like you weren't the only one who's life was falling apart the last two weeks."
"Rebecca Grey has forgotten to dance?" he chuckled.
I punched his stomach by accident. "Ahh.."
I gasped. "Oh my god, sorry."
He chuckled and shook his head standing up straight again. "No," he took a breath in. "it's alright, I deserved it." he pulled up his shirt and there was a huge red mark on his left side. "Do you think it'll bruise?" he asked.

I giggled. "I would be worried if it didn't." I said touching his side lightly.

He put his hand on mine and slid it down off of his side and looked back up to me. "But, seriously? forgetting how to dance?"
My smile disappeared. "Yes, I can't dance."
He took my head in his hands. "Now you're the one that needs to stop telling me bullshit."
"Or what? you'll get on top of me and punch the hell out of me?" I smirked.
"Well, I may get on top of you." He winked.
I gave him a look and he chuckled. "No, but i'll help you."
"What?" I asked.
He dropped his hands and they landed on my hips. "You're going to dance for me and i'm going to help you. It's my turn to pick you back up."
I blushed at the last eight words. "Har--"
He cut me off. "Do you believe me?"
I looked back up to him. "Harry?"
"Yes Rebecca?" He asked.
I kissed his cheek and lingered there for a few more seconds than needed. I pulled away.
"I believe you."


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