Mistreated
Worry
Tuesday January 14th
Iris’s POV:
“Did you get your petition signed?” Eleanor asked as she, Harry, and I walked to Mrs. Clark’s class. Mrs. Clark called a DSF club meeting for us all to turn in our signatures. I was kind of anxious to see how many we all got. Did we have enough?
“Yup,” I said popping the ‘p’. “My family signed it for me.”
“Iris, wait!” I heard a voice call out for me. All three of us turned around to find Liam running after us. Uh, what?
Harry leaned over my shoulder, “What’s that about?”
I just shrugged and waited for Liam to catch up to us before speaking again. “What’s up?” I decided to play it cool. I haven’t told Harry that Liam doesn’t like me. I don’t want him to be upset with Liam about it; there’s no way I’m going to come in between their friendship.
“Can I uh, talk to you?” he scratched his head. He looked up at Harry and Eleanor with pleading eyes, “Alone?”
Harry gently gripped my waist and turned me towards him, “Is that okay?”
I nodded, “Yeah, go ahead and go in. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Actually, maybe it’ll be longer than that?” Liam asked.
I sighed and pulled my petition out of my backpack, “Can you give this to Mrs. Clark for me, Harry? Just in case I don’t make it?”
He nodded and took the paper from me. “See you in there, maybe,” he chuckled before giving me a quick kiss. Then, he and Eleanor left Liam and I alone.
“What do you want?” I replaced my smile with a glare.
He leaned against the wall and slid to the floor before gesturing me to join him, “Let’s talk.”
I groan and oblige, sitting down next to him with my legs in a pretzel, “So now you want to talk.”
“Look, I’m sorry,” he frowned. “I never gave you a chance, and I was impolite and stupid. I had no right to call you deceitful without hearing what you had to say.”
“Damn right,” I smirked, flashing him a smile afterwards. He chuckled a bit at my reaction. “So you really want to hear everything?”
“Everything,” he nodded.
So I told him. I told him about my parents, the rape, the crying, the bruises, the loneliness, Riley beating me up, the cutting, the Christmas lights…all of it. I left out Harry’s story because I know Harry hadn’t told everyone what happened between him and his father. I told him Harry found me and was the only one who’d listen, which was the truth.
“Wow,” he sighed.
I chuckled, “It’s a lot to take in.”
“Now I feel even more awful about the way I treated you,” he ran his fingers through his hair.
I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re the first person to misjudge me. I’m kind of used to it.”
“That’s sad.”
“It is pretty sad, huh?” I laughed.
“I don’t get it. How can you be so smiley after all you’ve been through?” he bit his lip.
“Believe me, I wouldn’t be smiling if it weren’t for Harry,” I grinned.
He jokes, “Now that I don’t get. That guy is a piece of work.”
I giggled, “He can be.”
“Is everything going okay over here?” a familiar raspy voice said from behind me. I turned to find Harry with a big smile on his face.
I nodded and looked at Liam, “Yeah, it definitely is.”
Apparently, Mrs. Clark’s meeting was over and that’s why Harry came over to check on Liam and me. Mrs. Clark informed us that we indeed do have enough signatures, but now we have to keep up the appearance that we’re working in her classroom. Starting Monday, every week we’re supposed to meet in her class after school and do homework or projects. She said she’d help us with anything.
After talking with the boys for a bit longer, Eleanor and I agreed that we still could practice dance, so we did. We met up in the girl’s locker room which is never locked up, lucky for us, and changed into our outfits. I kept mine nice and simple: a grey long-sleeved crop top, black booty shorts, and knee-high black socks that have three big white stripes at the top. I also wound up putting my hair in a high bun so it’d stay out of my face while I dance.
Once we got into the gym, no one was there. Thank the lord. We haven’t used the school to practice yet, but I thought for sure people were going to be in there and make fun of me. Surprisingly, today was sort of quiet. I heard some girls talking about me and calling me names, but there were no awkward silences in the cafeteria or anything. I’d say people are starting to like me, but at the same time, I highly doubt it.
“So you and Harry seem awfully cozy,” Eleanor cooed as we stretched.
I sat on my butt and spread my leg out before leaning forward and touching my toes, “I guess so.”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay, that came out wrong. I uh, I meant-“
Eleanor interrupted, “Spill.”
I sighed, “Okay, so I may have a small problem with him.”
“Which is?” she raised her brow.
I bit my lip, “He treats me like a child.”
“Care to elaborate?”
I groaned and slid my hands down my face, “He won’t leave me alone about the cutting. I mean, I get it, it’s hard to trust me after all I’ve done. Still, does he really need to cut my freaking food for me?”
She snorted, “He cuts your food for you?”
“Uh, yeah,” I drop my shoulders. “It’s embarrassing. I’m not a child, and I don’t plan on cutting myself anymore. I made a promise to him and to myself. I won’t do it.”
She scooted closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder, “Just tell him that then. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“But maybe I should just let him do it,” I sigh. “I understand why he’s so paranoid.”
“No,” she lifted her head and shook it. “If it bothers you, he needs to know. You can’t go around trying to please everyone else all the time, Iris. Sometimes it’s okay to think about yourself.”
I nod, “Okay, maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” she chirped as she stood from the ground.
I chuckled and mirrored her movements, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, El.”
“How was your day?” my mother asked as I entered the house.
I shrugged, “Same as always. Long.”
She laughed, “Well Harry’s here. He’s in the living room with your sisters.”
“Harry!” I called him over. I’m kind of lazy, but mostly because I just had dance lessons and I’m tired.
“Hey Mercy,” he smiled as he entered the room.
“Hey, Babe. So uh, not to be rude, but why are you here?” I asked as I walked over to the fruit basket and grabbed a green apple. I love granny smith apples.
He leaned against the counter and sat onto a barstool, “Since Mrs. Clark said we need to start working on our grades, I figured we could do homework together.”
I giggled, “Harry, we don’t have any classes together.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t help each other out,” my mother butted in. Harry pointed to her and gave me a look that said 'I agree'.
I playfully rolled my eyes, “I suppose.” I grabbed an apple slicer out of the cabinet because I figured I could dip the apple in peanut butter since we sadly don’t have caramel.
“Uh,” Harry pointed to the apple slicer. “Want me to help you?” he grinned.
Both concern and happiness spread across his face. Even an apple slicer could cut me, and he’s scared I’ll do it. At the same time, he’s genuinely happy to help. How can I tell him he’s so suffocating when he’s smiling like that? He doesn’t see what he’s doing.
“On the other hand, I think I’ll just eat it the way it is,” I smiled back and placed the apple slicer back into the kitchen cabinet. “Let’s just go do homework.”
Harry’s POV:
We sat on her bed with books between us. I was working on my math while she worked on her English and we figured we’d occasionally help each other out. I kept getting distracted by her outfit though. The short shorts, the crop top showing off her skin, and the socks highlighting her muscly legs from dancing. She’s such a beautiful girl.
I can’t help but worry about her all the time. Does that make me a bad boyfriend? She’s just so fragile and I don’t want her to fall apart again. My gorgeous girlfriend once thought so low of herself when she was beyond wrong. What if she cuts again? What if she does worse to herself next time? She’s happier now than I’ve ever seen her, but what if it’s an act? She's my rock and I need her. The thought of her missing from my life scares me.
“Can we take a break?” I whined.
She laughed her cute little laugh that I love so much, “Harry, you’ve only done two problems.”
“That’s two problems more than I’ve done in six months,” I groaned. “I think I’ve done plenty of work.”
“Fine,” she playfully rolled her eyes and closed her book. “What do you want to do then?”
I set my book on the floor, “Well, I can think of a few things.”
I smirked at her and eagerly pulled her closer to me, making her giggle some more. I cupped her cheeks and leaned in slowly before my lips met her’s. We lazily detached and reattached our lips as I pulled her so close that our chests were touching. I slipped my tongue into her mouth without asking for permission and dance it around her’s. I smiled into the kiss once she moaned in approval. I laid back onto her bed and pulled her down with me. She hungrily kissed me back like she’s never kissed me for. It’s a huge turn on.
I chuckled as I pulled away, “Maybe we should stop.”
“Why?” she furrowed her brows.
“Because you’re gonna give me a boner,” I admitted, making her blush and look at the floor. I laughed and gently lifted her chin so her blue-green eyes would look into mine. “It’s okay, Angel. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Kind of hard not to,” her eyes widened along with her smile.
I gave her one more desirous kiss on the lips before sitting us up and wrapping my arms loosely around her waist, “It’s my fault. It’s hard to resist you in that outfit.”
She blushed again, “Really?” I love it when she blushes, she’s so adorable.
“Of course, Angel. You’re stunning. I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
“And I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” her mouth curved into a smile.
I kissed the tip of her nose, “Come on, let’s do some more work.”
Friday January 17th
Today is the auditions for the talent show. Damn, we are lucky that Mrs. Clark is half in charge of this. Iris and Perrie went before us and I was lucky enough to get to peak in and watch her dance. You see, the doors that lead into the audition room have rectangular windows on them, so I decided to peer through them. I wasn’t the only one: Zayn and Niall joined me in watching it. We could hear Perrie singing the lovely song "Let Her Go" by Passenger if we pressed our ears to the door. We all already knew she had a amazing voice though.
Damn, Iris learned a lot in such a short time. She was so flexible too. She would lay on the floor and hold her legs straight in the air before spinning them in a circle and rolling to her stomach. Then, she’d slide herself back onto her feet, do some leaps, some twirls, and a few kicks.
How do I know what these things are? Maybe because she told me as she’d show me. I’m a good listener. She didn’t show me too much though since she didn’t want to give away her and Perrie’s plans.
Holy shit, her shirt lifted up. I’m a pig. Nah, I’m a guy and that’s my girl. I just can’t help myself.
She did some cartwheel like thing where her feet didn’t even touch the ground until she landed. I’ve never seen that before. Then she gracefully got on the ground and rolled her body backwards twice on the floor before rolling forward once. She’d stand up again and hold her foot straight in the air and do some twirls. She’s amazing; I could watch her all day.
“How do we compete with that?” Zayn shook his head in amazement.
“I know this is a contest, but why do you want to beat your girlfriend so bad?” Niall asked him.
“We have a bet,” Zayn winked.
I rolled my eyes, “No shocker there.”
“Okay, boys,” Mrs. Clark stepped out of the room and gestured us to come in. “You’re next.”
We passed the girls on the way in and I grabbed Iris’s wrist to stop her. “You did great,” I smiled.
She gasped, “You were watching?” She giggled and hit my chest, “Now we have to do something else for the show if we make it.”
“If it helps, you can watch us,” I poked her exposed stomach.
She curled her lips and crossed her arms, “Maybe I will.”
“Haz!” Louis shouted. “Come on, Mate!”
I waved at him to hold on. “Later, Angel.”
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek, “That was for good luck.”
“Thanks,” I smiled and walked over to the boys.
“What will you guys be doing for us?” Mr. Sanchez asked.
“Singing a song we wrote,” Liam smiled.
“You wrote it?” Mrs. Clark raised her eyebrows.
Niall chuckled, “Well, Louis and Harry did the writing.”
And it was true. Eleanor had finally told Louis about her mum, so Louis and I have bonded over how our girls have been hurt. When I told the boys I could sing, they had me prove it to them. I sung them the song I wrote for Iris which had Louis admitting he likes to write songs too. He and I started writing a song inspired by our girls; we were proud of it and the boys loved it. Though it might not be the song we will play for the show, we figured it be cool to use it for tryouts to put our talent out there.
“Okay, well go ahead and start,” Mrs. Clark grinned.
My hands,
Your hands
Tied up
Like two ships.
Almost immediately, we were all goofing off as we sung. Louis took my hands and started rocking them back and forth before releasing them on the next line:
Drifting
Weightless.
Waves try to break it.
I'd do anything to save it.
Why is it so hard to say it?
My heart,
Your heart
Sit tight like book ends.
I watched as Niall patted his own chest before patting Zayn’s and fluttering his eyes like a dork.
Pages
Between us
Written with no end.
So many words we're not saying.
Don't wanna wait 'til it's gone.
You make me strong.
I'm sorry if I say, "I need you."
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love.
'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker.
Is that so wrong?
Is it so wrong
That you make me strong?
Zayn started twirling like a ballerina and smirking at Iris and Perrie who were watching us through the door. I leaped over to him and held out my pointer finger to which he grabbed and did more twirls.
Think of
How much
Love that's been wasted.
People
Always
Trying to escape it.
Move on to stop their heart breaking.
But there's nothing I'm running from.
You make me strong.
Louis started running in place and Liam walked over and pulled him backwards before shaking his head and crossing his arms at him.
I'm sorry if I say, "I need you."
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love.
'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker.
Is that so wrong?
Is it so wrong?
So, baby, hold on to my heart, oh, oh.
Need you to keep me from falling apart.
I'll always hold on.
'Cause you make me strong.
We all ended in what we called “Our Badass Positions”. Zayn and Liam had their backs to each other, holding their hands up like guns. Louis and I were on one knee, squatting on the other leg, and holding one of our hands a few inches away Liam and Zayn’s crotches. Niall laid on the ground in front of us all, his head resting on the hand of the propped up arm as one of his hands rested on his propped up leg.
Mrs. Clark and Mr. Sanchez gave us a standing ovation, so we all did a bow for them.
“I have to say, you guys are pretty big competition for the other contestants,” Mrs. Clark nodded.
“Wait,” Zayn grinned. “Does that mean we made it?”
Mr. Sanchez waved his hands, “Whoa, whoa. Slow down there boys. We can’t tell you guys yet because it wouldn’t be fair to the others.”
“I loved it though,” Mrs. Clark gushed. “Did you guys choreograph that too?”
I chuckled, “No, we kind of just can’t help ourselves. It’s too fun.”
She laughed, “I like how you guys enjoyed yourself. So, if you do make it, I’d like to see that on stage. Maybe without grabbing anybody’s groins next time.”
We all giggled like the little girls we act like before Liam finally spoke up, “Do you guys have any advice for us though? Like, we don’t need to work on anything, do we?”
Mrs. Clark bounced her head, “Well, I think you each have a unique voice, so maybe you should all have a solo and just sing together on the chorus.”
We all nod and smile. “Thanks,” we all say together before walking out of the room.
I found Iris smirking at me. “What?” I chuckled.
“Should I be worried?” her look became smugger. “You were all over those boys.”
I shrugged, “Maybe. Why? Are you jealous?”
She pouted, “Maybe.”
I reached sown and kissed her pouted lip, “Better?”
“You’re so gay,” she joked and started busting up laughing at her own wisecrack.
“Well you’re so awkward,” I smirked and gently pushed her.
“Hey,” she pretended to be shocked.
“I still like my awkward girl, don’t worry,” I wrapped my arm around her as we made our way out of the school.
She wrapped her arm around my waist, “And I still like my gay boy, don’t worry.”
This girl…
Iris’s POV:
“Did you get your petition signed?” Eleanor asked as she, Harry, and I walked to Mrs. Clark’s class. Mrs. Clark called a DSF club meeting for us all to turn in our signatures. I was kind of anxious to see how many we all got. Did we have enough?
“Yup,” I said popping the ‘p’. “My family signed it for me.”
“Iris, wait!” I heard a voice call out for me. All three of us turned around to find Liam running after us. Uh, what?
Harry leaned over my shoulder, “What’s that about?”
I just shrugged and waited for Liam to catch up to us before speaking again. “What’s up?” I decided to play it cool. I haven’t told Harry that Liam doesn’t like me. I don’t want him to be upset with Liam about it; there’s no way I’m going to come in between their friendship.
“Can I uh, talk to you?” he scratched his head. He looked up at Harry and Eleanor with pleading eyes, “Alone?”
Harry gently gripped my waist and turned me towards him, “Is that okay?”
I nodded, “Yeah, go ahead and go in. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Actually, maybe it’ll be longer than that?” Liam asked.
I sighed and pulled my petition out of my backpack, “Can you give this to Mrs. Clark for me, Harry? Just in case I don’t make it?”
He nodded and took the paper from me. “See you in there, maybe,” he chuckled before giving me a quick kiss. Then, he and Eleanor left Liam and I alone.
“What do you want?” I replaced my smile with a glare.
He leaned against the wall and slid to the floor before gesturing me to join him, “Let’s talk.”
I groan and oblige, sitting down next to him with my legs in a pretzel, “So now you want to talk.”
“Look, I’m sorry,” he frowned. “I never gave you a chance, and I was impolite and stupid. I had no right to call you deceitful without hearing what you had to say.”
“Damn right,” I smirked, flashing him a smile afterwards. He chuckled a bit at my reaction. “So you really want to hear everything?”
“Everything,” he nodded.
So I told him. I told him about my parents, the rape, the crying, the bruises, the loneliness, Riley beating me up, the cutting, the Christmas lights…all of it. I left out Harry’s story because I know Harry hadn’t told everyone what happened between him and his father. I told him Harry found me and was the only one who’d listen, which was the truth.
“Wow,” he sighed.
I chuckled, “It’s a lot to take in.”
“Now I feel even more awful about the way I treated you,” he ran his fingers through his hair.
I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like you’re the first person to misjudge me. I’m kind of used to it.”
“That’s sad.”
“It is pretty sad, huh?” I laughed.
“I don’t get it. How can you be so smiley after all you’ve been through?” he bit his lip.
“Believe me, I wouldn’t be smiling if it weren’t for Harry,” I grinned.
He jokes, “Now that I don’t get. That guy is a piece of work.”
I giggled, “He can be.”
“Is everything going okay over here?” a familiar raspy voice said from behind me. I turned to find Harry with a big smile on his face.
I nodded and looked at Liam, “Yeah, it definitely is.”
Apparently, Mrs. Clark’s meeting was over and that’s why Harry came over to check on Liam and me. Mrs. Clark informed us that we indeed do have enough signatures, but now we have to keep up the appearance that we’re working in her classroom. Starting Monday, every week we’re supposed to meet in her class after school and do homework or projects. She said she’d help us with anything.
After talking with the boys for a bit longer, Eleanor and I agreed that we still could practice dance, so we did. We met up in the girl’s locker room which is never locked up, lucky for us, and changed into our outfits. I kept mine nice and simple: a grey long-sleeved crop top, black booty shorts, and knee-high black socks that have three big white stripes at the top. I also wound up putting my hair in a high bun so it’d stay out of my face while I dance.
Once we got into the gym, no one was there. Thank the lord. We haven’t used the school to practice yet, but I thought for sure people were going to be in there and make fun of me. Surprisingly, today was sort of quiet. I heard some girls talking about me and calling me names, but there were no awkward silences in the cafeteria or anything. I’d say people are starting to like me, but at the same time, I highly doubt it.
“So you and Harry seem awfully cozy,” Eleanor cooed as we stretched.
I sat on my butt and spread my leg out before leaning forward and touching my toes, “I guess so.”
“What do you mean?”
“Okay, that came out wrong. I uh, I meant-“
Eleanor interrupted, “Spill.”
I sighed, “Okay, so I may have a small problem with him.”
“Which is?” she raised her brow.
I bit my lip, “He treats me like a child.”
“Care to elaborate?”
I groaned and slid my hands down my face, “He won’t leave me alone about the cutting. I mean, I get it, it’s hard to trust me after all I’ve done. Still, does he really need to cut my freaking food for me?”
She snorted, “He cuts your food for you?”
“Uh, yeah,” I drop my shoulders. “It’s embarrassing. I’m not a child, and I don’t plan on cutting myself anymore. I made a promise to him and to myself. I won’t do it.”
She scooted closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder, “Just tell him that then. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“But maybe I should just let him do it,” I sigh. “I understand why he’s so paranoid.”
“No,” she lifted her head and shook it. “If it bothers you, he needs to know. You can’t go around trying to please everyone else all the time, Iris. Sometimes it’s okay to think about yourself.”
I nod, “Okay, maybe you’re right.”
“I’m always right,” she chirped as she stood from the ground.
I chuckled and mirrored her movements, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, El.”
“How was your day?” my mother asked as I entered the house.
I shrugged, “Same as always. Long.”
She laughed, “Well Harry’s here. He’s in the living room with your sisters.”
“Harry!” I called him over. I’m kind of lazy, but mostly because I just had dance lessons and I’m tired.
“Hey Mercy,” he smiled as he entered the room.
“Hey, Babe. So uh, not to be rude, but why are you here?” I asked as I walked over to the fruit basket and grabbed a green apple. I love granny smith apples.
He leaned against the counter and sat onto a barstool, “Since Mrs. Clark said we need to start working on our grades, I figured we could do homework together.”
I giggled, “Harry, we don’t have any classes together.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t help each other out,” my mother butted in. Harry pointed to her and gave me a look that said 'I agree'.
I playfully rolled my eyes, “I suppose.” I grabbed an apple slicer out of the cabinet because I figured I could dip the apple in peanut butter since we sadly don’t have caramel.
“Uh,” Harry pointed to the apple slicer. “Want me to help you?” he grinned.
Both concern and happiness spread across his face. Even an apple slicer could cut me, and he’s scared I’ll do it. At the same time, he’s genuinely happy to help. How can I tell him he’s so suffocating when he’s smiling like that? He doesn’t see what he’s doing.
“On the other hand, I think I’ll just eat it the way it is,” I smiled back and placed the apple slicer back into the kitchen cabinet. “Let’s just go do homework.”
Harry’s POV:
We sat on her bed with books between us. I was working on my math while she worked on her English and we figured we’d occasionally help each other out. I kept getting distracted by her outfit though. The short shorts, the crop top showing off her skin, and the socks highlighting her muscly legs from dancing. She’s such a beautiful girl.
I can’t help but worry about her all the time. Does that make me a bad boyfriend? She’s just so fragile and I don’t want her to fall apart again. My gorgeous girlfriend once thought so low of herself when she was beyond wrong. What if she cuts again? What if she does worse to herself next time? She’s happier now than I’ve ever seen her, but what if it’s an act? She's my rock and I need her. The thought of her missing from my life scares me.
“Can we take a break?” I whined.
She laughed her cute little laugh that I love so much, “Harry, you’ve only done two problems.”
“That’s two problems more than I’ve done in six months,” I groaned. “I think I’ve done plenty of work.”
“Fine,” she playfully rolled her eyes and closed her book. “What do you want to do then?”
I set my book on the floor, “Well, I can think of a few things.”
I smirked at her and eagerly pulled her closer to me, making her giggle some more. I cupped her cheeks and leaned in slowly before my lips met her’s. We lazily detached and reattached our lips as I pulled her so close that our chests were touching. I slipped my tongue into her mouth without asking for permission and dance it around her’s. I smiled into the kiss once she moaned in approval. I laid back onto her bed and pulled her down with me. She hungrily kissed me back like she’s never kissed me for. It’s a huge turn on.
I chuckled as I pulled away, “Maybe we should stop.”
“Why?” she furrowed her brows.
“Because you’re gonna give me a boner,” I admitted, making her blush and look at the floor. I laughed and gently lifted her chin so her blue-green eyes would look into mine. “It’s okay, Angel. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Kind of hard not to,” her eyes widened along with her smile.
I gave her one more desirous kiss on the lips before sitting us up and wrapping my arms loosely around her waist, “It’s my fault. It’s hard to resist you in that outfit.”
She blushed again, “Really?” I love it when she blushes, she’s so adorable.
“Of course, Angel. You’re stunning. I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
“And I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” her mouth curved into a smile.
I kissed the tip of her nose, “Come on, let’s do some more work.”
Friday January 17th
Today is the auditions for the talent show. Damn, we are lucky that Mrs. Clark is half in charge of this. Iris and Perrie went before us and I was lucky enough to get to peak in and watch her dance. You see, the doors that lead into the audition room have rectangular windows on them, so I decided to peer through them. I wasn’t the only one: Zayn and Niall joined me in watching it. We could hear Perrie singing the lovely song "Let Her Go" by Passenger if we pressed our ears to the door. We all already knew she had a amazing voice though.
Damn, Iris learned a lot in such a short time. She was so flexible too. She would lay on the floor and hold her legs straight in the air before spinning them in a circle and rolling to her stomach. Then, she’d slide herself back onto her feet, do some leaps, some twirls, and a few kicks.
How do I know what these things are? Maybe because she told me as she’d show me. I’m a good listener. She didn’t show me too much though since she didn’t want to give away her and Perrie’s plans.
Holy shit, her shirt lifted up. I’m a pig. Nah, I’m a guy and that’s my girl. I just can’t help myself.
She did some cartwheel like thing where her feet didn’t even touch the ground until she landed. I’ve never seen that before. Then she gracefully got on the ground and rolled her body backwards twice on the floor before rolling forward once. She’d stand up again and hold her foot straight in the air and do some twirls. She’s amazing; I could watch her all day.
“How do we compete with that?” Zayn shook his head in amazement.
“I know this is a contest, but why do you want to beat your girlfriend so bad?” Niall asked him.
“We have a bet,” Zayn winked.
I rolled my eyes, “No shocker there.”
“Okay, boys,” Mrs. Clark stepped out of the room and gestured us to come in. “You’re next.”
We passed the girls on the way in and I grabbed Iris’s wrist to stop her. “You did great,” I smiled.
She gasped, “You were watching?” She giggled and hit my chest, “Now we have to do something else for the show if we make it.”
“If it helps, you can watch us,” I poked her exposed stomach.
She curled her lips and crossed her arms, “Maybe I will.”
“Haz!” Louis shouted. “Come on, Mate!”
I waved at him to hold on. “Later, Angel.”
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek, “That was for good luck.”
“Thanks,” I smiled and walked over to the boys.
“What will you guys be doing for us?” Mr. Sanchez asked.
“Singing a song we wrote,” Liam smiled.
“You wrote it?” Mrs. Clark raised her eyebrows.
Niall chuckled, “Well, Louis and Harry did the writing.”
And it was true. Eleanor had finally told Louis about her mum, so Louis and I have bonded over how our girls have been hurt. When I told the boys I could sing, they had me prove it to them. I sung them the song I wrote for Iris which had Louis admitting he likes to write songs too. He and I started writing a song inspired by our girls; we were proud of it and the boys loved it. Though it might not be the song we will play for the show, we figured it be cool to use it for tryouts to put our talent out there.
“Okay, well go ahead and start,” Mrs. Clark grinned.
My hands,
Your hands
Tied up
Like two ships.
Almost immediately, we were all goofing off as we sung. Louis took my hands and started rocking them back and forth before releasing them on the next line:
Drifting
Weightless.
Waves try to break it.
I'd do anything to save it.
Why is it so hard to say it?
My heart,
Your heart
Sit tight like book ends.
I watched as Niall patted his own chest before patting Zayn’s and fluttering his eyes like a dork.
Pages
Between us
Written with no end.
So many words we're not saying.
Don't wanna wait 'til it's gone.
You make me strong.
I'm sorry if I say, "I need you."
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love.
'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker.
Is that so wrong?
Is it so wrong
That you make me strong?
Zayn started twirling like a ballerina and smirking at Iris and Perrie who were watching us through the door. I leaped over to him and held out my pointer finger to which he grabbed and did more twirls.
Think of
How much
Love that's been wasted.
People
Always
Trying to escape it.
Move on to stop their heart breaking.
But there's nothing I'm running from.
You make me strong.
Louis started running in place and Liam walked over and pulled him backwards before shaking his head and crossing his arms at him.
I'm sorry if I say, "I need you."
But I don't care,
I'm not scared of love.
'Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker.
Is that so wrong?
Is it so wrong?
So, baby, hold on to my heart, oh, oh.
Need you to keep me from falling apart.
I'll always hold on.
'Cause you make me strong.
We all ended in what we called “Our Badass Positions”. Zayn and Liam had their backs to each other, holding their hands up like guns. Louis and I were on one knee, squatting on the other leg, and holding one of our hands a few inches away Liam and Zayn’s crotches. Niall laid on the ground in front of us all, his head resting on the hand of the propped up arm as one of his hands rested on his propped up leg.
Mrs. Clark and Mr. Sanchez gave us a standing ovation, so we all did a bow for them.
“I have to say, you guys are pretty big competition for the other contestants,” Mrs. Clark nodded.
“Wait,” Zayn grinned. “Does that mean we made it?”
Mr. Sanchez waved his hands, “Whoa, whoa. Slow down there boys. We can’t tell you guys yet because it wouldn’t be fair to the others.”
“I loved it though,” Mrs. Clark gushed. “Did you guys choreograph that too?”
I chuckled, “No, we kind of just can’t help ourselves. It’s too fun.”
She laughed, “I like how you guys enjoyed yourself. So, if you do make it, I’d like to see that on stage. Maybe without grabbing anybody’s groins next time.”
We all giggled like the little girls we act like before Liam finally spoke up, “Do you guys have any advice for us though? Like, we don’t need to work on anything, do we?”
Mrs. Clark bounced her head, “Well, I think you each have a unique voice, so maybe you should all have a solo and just sing together on the chorus.”
We all nod and smile. “Thanks,” we all say together before walking out of the room.
I found Iris smirking at me. “What?” I chuckled.
“Should I be worried?” her look became smugger. “You were all over those boys.”
I shrugged, “Maybe. Why? Are you jealous?”
She pouted, “Maybe.”
I reached sown and kissed her pouted lip, “Better?”
“You’re so gay,” she joked and started busting up laughing at her own wisecrack.
“Well you’re so awkward,” I smirked and gently pushed her.
“Hey,” she pretended to be shocked.
“I still like my awkward girl, don’t worry,” I wrapped my arm around her as we made our way out of the school.
She wrapped her arm around my waist, “And I still like my gay boy, don’t worry.”
This girl…
Notes
Sorry I posted this so late. Had a little writer's block, mostly for the dancing part. I wasn't sure how to describe the dance moves, so I only described a few. I'm not a dancer, so I don't really know what all of those moves are called. I did the best research I could and I gave it my best shot haha. Hope you still liked it.
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11/18/17