I was lost in the sound of the piano. I made big gestures and exaggerated all of the steps I had learned the past couple of weeks with feeling and passion.

I almost felt like I was being a bit too passionate, but I wanted them all to see. And since I could feel all of my classmates’ gazes burning in my back, I think I managed. I could hear a pair of whispers in the background, but I didn’t make an effort to hear what they were saying.

Both of my arms were raised, as my left leg was extended straight back gracefully while the pianist played the last tone of the song. I opened my eyes as I noticed that I had closed them.
I was breathing heavily as I could feel how the sweat was almost dripping down my forehead.

Soon all of the students in the hall were giving me a small applause as they were smiling, making an effort to show me how good they think it was.
But the thing is that we’re all competitors, and I bet that all of them were actually boiling with anger on the inside.

See, we all compete for the big role of “The Swan Princess”, which we’re going to have in the end of the semester. Many great and big people are coming to see the big show, and you never know; it might lead you to success.

Yesterday I even heard a couple of girls talking by the lockers. One of them told the others about two girls who had gotten into a big fight, precisely because of the role.
We’re all aware of the fact that this role is only dedicated to one of so many students, and many (including myself) are trying even more than our very best to show Mrs.Gracia who fit the role the very best.

Competition is fierce, and everyone wants the role. With other words; I can’t afford doing any mistakes.

“Good” was the only thing that came out of Mrs.Garcias’ mouth as she was nodding confirmingly. Her gaze was then stuck on the paper on the desk in front of her, and she immediately started taking some notes.
I really wonder what she’s writing about me and my performance.

After a couple of seconds, she released the pen from her hand and raised her gaze towards us students.
“Okay girls, that’s it for today. Time to hang up the dresses back to the cupboard!” she said while she rose from the chair quickly, as if she was in a hurry. Some of the students hurried towards the changing room as they started taking off their dresses on their way. Desperate much?

“Chap chap!” she said as she clapped her hands twice, trying to make us others do the same thing as them. I was planning on staying for a while to practice a little bit more, but it hit me; Harry.

I glanced at the clock above the door with golden edges and details. I was late.

I hurried up towards the changing room as well, and I quickly took off my dress as I heard Mrs.Garcia continue “And for God’s sake, don’t forget your water bottles. There’s always at least six of them littering around after class!” with a slightly irritated tone.
I quickly put the dress back in my locker full of different stuff. Everything from extra ballet-shoes to band aids. I’m always ready in case of emergency. It was a tough match though, because of all of the strings, ruffles and tulles. I pulled out my towel and shampoo, to quickly head towards the showers.

I took the nearest shower that was empty and covered my whole hair and body in soap. Water. Done.

I stretched out my hand to grab the towel and wrap my soaking wet and cold body around it.
I packed my stuff as I threw on my regular clothing. I closed my locker as I then headed towards the exit-door.

I was almost jogging towards Harrys house. Benefit: his house wasn’t far away from school, since it was only like five minutes of jogging.
When I had arrived, I quickly pushed his doorbell and heard the little melody I caused playing on the inside.
It didn’t take long until the door opened, and I could see Harry standing with a smirk on his face. He was expecting me.

“You’re late and I haven’t kissed you for at least twelve hours” he said as he pulled me in closer towards him.
“I’ve missed you too” I almost whispered while I chuckled and blushed.
His lips were on mine before I knew of it, as he lifted me up bridal-style. He carried me in and shut the front-door with his foot as he then went straight to his bedroom and gently laid me on his bed. He never broke the kiss.
He laid his weight on top of me, making me feel warm and secure. This was so much better than kissing in the sofa, just saying.

It has gone two days since we promised each other; no more lies, since trust is the foundation of any relationship.
I needed him to be aware of that I wasn’t going to let him down again. I’m not keeping a secret from him ever again. Ever.


“You’re so pretty” he murmured against my skin, as he kissed a path along the neckline of my shirt.
I whispered his name of pleasure as I then held his chins, causing him to stop.
He moved back to my lips and started kissing me hungrily, while my fingers fisted his curls to deepen the kiss.

After a few moments I decided to roll him over and to take control.
I kissed down his jawline and down to his neck. I gently kissed all over his neck until I could tell that he let out a weak moan out of pleasure, letting me know that I found his sweet spot. I licked and sucked, making sure I left a love bite when I finished.
Then I went back to his mouth, giving him one last kiss.
Then I rolled over, laying my head on his chest as we both slowly were catching our breaths.
After a while I could feel his fingers running through my hair as my gaze was running around in the room.

You could tell that he’s a guy that loves to capture different moments, just by the look of his room.
Blue wallpapers, a desk, a bookshelf, a queen-sized bed, and a drawer with a lamp, alarm clock and what seemed like an album standing on top of it. The whole room was filled with photos of his family and friends, and posters of different artists. Mostly of old artists such as Elvis and Johnny Cash.

But then my gaze got stuck on one of his photos that were lined up on his windowsill, that wasn’t anything like his other pictures. You could tell that the picture was pretty old, as the colors weren’t as sharp and bright as the others.
The picture illustrated two little boys, one of them was in the arms of the other.

I gently got away from his grip as I rose up from his bed and walked towards the picture to get a closer look.

I held the picture in my hand, as I carefully looked at it. The boys seemed like being a tiny version of Harry. One of them looked like being no more than five years old, while the other… perhaps like thirteen?
They booth seemed to be so happy.

I heard footsteps from behind, getting closer towards me. I could feel him pulling away all my hair to my right shoulder. His both arms then wrapped their self around my waist as his head rested on the left gap between my head and my shoulder, where he had pulled my hair away from.
He let out a sight, as he then once kissed me gently on my neck.
“That was me and my brother” he said, referring to the picture I was holding.
You could tell that something had happened between the two of them by the tone he spoke.

“What happened?” I said gently.
“He…. I... it’s hard” he stammered. He seemed hurt, and you could tell that he didn’t feel like talking about it. And the last thing I wanted to do was to push him to do something.
“You… you don’t have to” I told him.
I carefully placed back the picture to where it was standing before.

He turned me around and his beautiful emerald green eyes were looking deep into mine. I got all warm and fuddly inside and I felt my knees getting weak. Pull yourself together Sarah!

“But I want to… I want you to know” he said.
I didn’t know what to say, I bit my lip out of habit and looked down to my feet.
He raised my chin, making me meet his gaze one more time.
“He… he had been like my fatherfigure my whole life, even though he was only four years older than me. My dad was never around, I don’t even know what he looks like” he made a short pause as he started smiling.
“My brother taught me how to throw a football and shoot a basketball and how to shave. Everything most people’s dads tech them, my brother taught me. I was always his number one fan”
Suddenly his smile faded away, and he took a deep breath. He looked hurt.

“He decided to become a marine” he started off and made a long pause. I think I knew where this was going. And it wasn’t going in the right direction, you could tell.
“He… he was shot and killed on June 14th two years ago” he finished.

Notes

I'm so sorry for not updating in such a long period of time. The vaccation was really good, I went to Tunisia acutally. #themoreyouknow
But whatever. This chapter took me like three days to write. I don't really know why. I've felt so uninspired and stuff, but now I'm back!