Logan’s POV
The next morning after movie night I woke up to Louis and I curled up on couch and I smiled lightly to myself. Louis said yes to us dating which for some odd reason made me the happiest girl in a long while. Sure I was nervous that Louis was going to break me like Beau did but I trusted Louis enough that he wouldn’t. I tried to get up since I figured that Harry and Jackie were sleeping in her room but I failed when Louis pulled me tighter to him.

“Don’t leave,” he mumbled pulling me into his chest and I giggled lightly.

“Lou let me go,” I giggled and he groaned, “I’ll make breakfast.”

“No,” he whined, “Just stay here and keep me warm.”

“I have to go to the studio today though,” I said, “I have to work on a piece for the show in December.”

Louis groaned and let me go and I got up and spun around and got down on my knees so we were face level from each other.

“Want to come?” I asked, “We can go paint the town red after.”

“Really?!” he asked.

“Yes really,” I giggled, “We can go do whatever you want.”

“I’ll be right back!” he exclaimed jumping out and rushing out of the room.

I then stood up and waited for Louis to come back. Not two seconds later, he came back and kissed me.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes flat,” he said and I just giggled.

“Alright. I’ll be getting ready so just make yourself at home,” I said as we watched Harry rush out Jackie’s room and out of the dorm.

We both just laughed lightly and I let Louis go get ready so I could get ready. I had to be at the studio in the school of dance at eleven and it was only nine so I knew Louis and I were going to have some time to kill so I hopped in the shower so I wouldn’t have to later, which I knew was a lie but I just wanted to make Louis wait some. I quickly showered and got out of the shower and quickly changed into some dance clothes and then threw my hair in an infamous messy bun (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=84351321). I came out of my room to find Louis sitting on the couch watching something on the TV. I walked over to the couch and sat down next to him.

“I’ve never seen you with your hair down before,” Louis said as I sat down, “it’s always out of your face.”

“I’m a dancer Lou,” I laughed as he tried to take my hair out, “It has to be up.”

“I wanna see it down,” Louis whined and I laughed.

“How about I make you deal,” I said and Louis looked at me interested.

“How about after my dance class with Jon, I come back and properly get ready and we can have our first date. You pick what we do and I can’t say a word,” I said, “Deal?”

“You got yourself a deal Lo-Lo,” Louis said grinning and pecked my lips, “Now we should get you to the studio before you’re late. It’s ten-forty.”

“Oh shit,” I cursed rushing to grab my coat that Louis helped pick out and then my dance bags with the boots that Perrie had given me because she had a million pair according her.

“When did you get these?” Louis asked confused as I slipped them on.

“Perrie gave them to me last week,” I said, “She apparently has way too many boots.”

Louis just shook his head and grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers together. The small gesture brought a giant smile to my face and I think Louis knew it too because he was smiling just as big as I was. I locked the door and we made our way to the studio. When we walked into the studio, there was a note on the door saying that Jon couldn’t make it but he wanted me to run through the routine a couple of times because this was both his final and my final of the semester in our contemporary class. I was about to open the door when Louis tugged on my hand and pointed down the hall to see two girls glaring at us. I just looked up at Louis and gave him a reassuring smile. I let go of his hand and walked down the hall to what everyone called “The Piety Clan”. They were a group of girls in the school of dance that were the only ones who were single and they looked down at everyone who had a boyfriend or was not a virgin.

“Can I help you girls?” I asked politely.

“I hope you plan on dancing,” one of them sneered, “and not using the studio of other pleasures.”

For some odd reason this severely pissed me off so I said the first thing that came to my mind.

“First of all,” I started, “I would never do that because if you don’t know this which you probably should since you three don’t talk to anyone but the dance professors and take the biggest studio with the best sound system they’re videotaped twenty-four seven and secondly you all should really get off your high horses because with your attitudes you’ll never work in the professional world ever because no one will put up with any of your piety shit.”

I then spun around on my heels leaving them all shocked and dragged Louis into the studio.

“You’re really hot when you’re all mad love,” Louis said grinning and I just gave him a really look and he grinned wider.

Louis’ POV
“Sit down and let me run through the dance a few times,” she said and I walked over to the mirror and watched her look through a stack of CDs and then put one into the CD player.

The music started and she let the music flow through her. I had never watched Logan dance but from what I heard from Jon and everyone who was a dance major she was amazing. No one ever understood why she was still in college. They knew she belonged on stage with the professionals but they all learned from her and I could see why. She just let the music take her away and mold her into what the song was trying to portray. She didn’t need to force facial expression because they came to her naturally. I was in complete and utter awe. As she continued with the routine, I had no idea what was going on with the surrounding world. Jon had done an amazing job with the choreography and Logan did a beautiful job bring it to life. When she was done, she was looking at me expectantly and I opened my mouth and then closed it a few times before I could form words.

“You did an amazing job,” I said in awe, “Why are you in college Lo-Lo? You should be doing this professionally.”

“Can I let you in on a secret no one knows about?” she asked coming down and sitting next to me.

“Of course,” I said.

That’s what I wanted to be for Logan; a secret keeper and a person to show her that not all people are out to break you down into nothing.

“I’ve never wanted to be a professional ballerina,” she said, “I’ve always wanted to either start a dance company or my own studio, and teach to either professional dancers or my students. I only tried out for a professional company because my mom wanted me to.”

“Really?” I asked and she blushed and nodded her head, “Well I think you’ll be a brilliant dance teacher because you are a brilliant dancer.”

“You’re just being nice,” she said, “My toes could’ve been pointed more, my leaps are a bit low, on my fouetté leg is low and my turning leg is completely straight.”

I just laughed and pulled her into a kiss. She was so hard on herself that she didn’t see that no one was going to see it at all.

“I think you looked perfect,” I said pulling away from her.

“Let me go through it one more time and then we’ll go paint London red,” she smiled at me and I smiled back.

As she rushed over to the stereo, I smiled to myself. Even though I had known Logan a total of only two months, I knew she was special. Even though she had walls ten miles high, I knew she was one that would be committed to anything one hundred and ten percent and our friendship and now this relationship was going to be different. It was going to be different for her and for me. She was so different from Eleanor that it was breathtakingly beautiful. She didn’t want to impress people with clothes or anything shallow like that. She just wanted to live life and if people became a part of it then it was just a bonus for her. I was deep in thought when I realized that Logan was staring at me and waving her hand in my face.

“Earth to Lou,” she giggled, “Is anyone home?”

Her giggles made me smile and I just stood up from my spot on the floor and scooped her up.

“I’m home Lo-Lo,” I smiled at her which made her smile, “Now let’s get you back so I can see you and how you dress up. Dress warm though because we’re going to be walking.”

“Alright,” she said as we walked out of the dance room and to her apartment.

I was going to show Logan how to have a fun time in London when it snowed.

Logan’s POV
When we got back to the dorm rooms, Louis kindly set me down on the ground and told me that he would let himself in once we changed into proper clothes. I quickly rushed to my room and got ready. I let my hair down and spiral curled my hair since it was going to be down for the first time in over a year. I then changed into some warmer clothes and headed out to find Louis sitting on the couch in the dorm room again (http://www.polyvore.com/first_date/set?id=84351167).

“Ready?” I asked and he stood up to turn around.

When he turned around, he was utterly speechless. His mouth dropped and I felt my cheeks heat up. His eyes scanned my appearance and when he was done, his eyes met mine and he smiled.

“You look lovely,” he said opening his arms and walked into them, “I like your hair down a lot more too.”

I smiled lightly as he hid his head in the crook of my neck and then pulled out to kiss me.

“You’re going to love what I have planned for you,” he grinned and I smiled.

“And you’re not going to tell me are you?” I asked.

“Nope,” he grinned taking my hand and dragging me out the door and down the stairs.

Come to find out Louis was right. We spent the afternoon walking around a park near the dorm room. Walking I finally got to know more about Louis. I found out that not only did his parents divorce but he had four younger half-sisters. I knew all of the little details that friends do about each other so the whole “what’s your favorite color?” questions were never brought up. He explained a lot about his home life and how much he loved his family and how much he couldn’t wait to go home for Christmas Holiday. I loved hearing these stories from Louis because his eyes lit up about it and he became so animated that it made me remember how my brother and I were when we were a lot younger. I was so entranced by his storytelling ability that I had no clue we had come upon a small coffee shop.

“Want some tea love?” he asked and I nodded my head.

We walked inside and the warm air wrapped us up and we both let out a content sigh. We both looked at each other and laughed lightly at our last action. Louis pulled me into his side and we walked up to the counter. Louis ordered like the pro that he is and we went into a corner booth.

“So since I told you all about my family and I know all about your family drama,” he said trying to make light of my heavy subject, “Would you tell me about your brother?”

“Okay,” I sighed knowing that Louis deserved to hear it.

Before I started our order was called and Louis quickly went to get them. When he came back I took a deep breath and started.

“Well Lukas was a year younger than I am,” I said, “He was my protector though however. It’s kind of funny because Harry reminds me a lot of him. When we were younger and he still was before he died the cheekiest boy I had ever met. He had an answer for everything and always made the comments that no one else would’ve dared to speak. I remember one time right before the accident, we were at a party and a girl came in with a half shirt on and everyone was talking about it and he went up to her and asked her if she got the shirt half off because it was half a shirt. He was the class clown and was always making people smile and laugh. However piss him off and you should be worried. He was so protective over me even though he was a year younger. I remember when I was a freshman and a boy broke up with me and he literally got a bunch of his buddies and they rode their bike to his house and egged the crap out of it. . .”

I then spent a good hour just talking about all the good times with my family and how things were before the accident and for some reason I felt a lot lighter and not as stressed about things. No one knew about any of these things except Louis. He just made me feel comfortable and I knew he wasn’t going to judge me about it. When I was done talking however I remembered one thing.

“Hey I know this is completely off topic,” I said, “but Jackie and I are going to celebrate Thanksgiving and I was wondering if you would like to come over and celebrate an American holiday with us.”

Louis then smiled widely and nodded his head.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world love,” he grinned.

Notes

Hello everyone! Here is what I pictured Logan dancing to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ocrmXDIRum0
I don't own this video or anything about it. I just found it and really liked it!

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