I took a deep breath.
“Are you sure you can’t wait for just another hour? We’re almost done”
“Sarah, I’m a hundred percent sure. I’m sorry, but I’ve got a bunch of homework to do during this weekend,”
I nodded my head, showing him that I was okay with it.

Although I wasn’t.

I didn’t want to be left home alone for Friday night, but he gave me no choice. Bella was away with Zayn to the movies. She tried to convince me to come along, but it would not be fair if I came, so of course I said no.
My parents were going to work during the night, and inviting over some of the other guys would feel a bit wrong. I've gotten a feeling telling me that it's less okay to hang with them unless Harry is with us. I mean, it's his friends.
But deep down I know that they’re in fact just as much my friends as his. But somehow it still felt… wrong.

“Sarah, you don’t have any time for chit-chatting! Get back to Christopher!” Mrs.Gracia was shouting from the other side of the hall.
Harry’s eyes slightly widened.
I gestured towards the rest of the dancers who kept practicing their parts. “Well… I need to get goi-”
“Who’s Christopher?” he asked harshly.
“It’s just another dancer” I shrugged my shoulders in sign of that he wasn’t someone special.
“You didn’t mention anything about that other boys would be a part of the play” he frowned, flashing his jealousy causing me to giggle.
“Harry, of course there’s going to be a prince if there’s a princess. It’s a standard”

His eyes widened even more.

Oh shit, maybe that came out a little bit… wrong. Definitely not as planned.
“But I’m… I’m your prince” he was sounding so childish, making me giggle even more.
“Of course you’re my prince. But let’s just pretend, and close our eyes to the reality” I replied with a wink.
And then, for the first time in a very long time, he actually leaned in and kissed me. On my lips. And it was definitely not a light and gentle kiss since his hand traced over my hair and pulled me even closer to him deepening the kiss. He traced down my neck as he whispered: “I don’t want to pretend”
I was so lost in that very moment. It was such a long time ago he kissed me like this.
“Sarah!” I heard Mrs.Gracia shout out loud enough for everyone to hear, and I could feel all the gazes in the room turning towards us quickly as I pulled away from Harry.

He gently stroked my cheek.
“I’ll see you on Monday then” he said with a wink and I nodded as my whole face had turned red.
He turned around and headed for the exit, and I saw how he looked at Megan on his way out. She was standing with her leg leaning against the wall in a stretch exercise, and she looked at him too. They gave each other a smile while her leg was still pressed up against the wall, and when he was out of sight, she turned her gaze towards me and gave me that typical devilish smile that only she could manage to pull off.

It feels like he’s cheating on me just by looking and smiling at another girl, it’s so weird… But at the same time, he just showed everyone in the hall, including Megan, that he was mine and nobody else’s.

Anyhow, it was only four school-days left to the show including today, so everyone was pretty much panicking, especially Mrs.Gracia. She was really stressed up, and the fact that my dresses were still missing wasn’t for any help. Although she told me that she’d ordered two new dresses, in another design. I was told that the former Swan-Princess dresses had actually been the school dearly, just as it was designed by none other than Riccardo Tisci! I would guess that would have cost at least 2,000 pounds each, which I think is a ridiculously large amount of money for a dress. However, they definitely do make you feel like a swan princess in no time. I wonder if the new dresses will also be designed by him. If I should be realistic, then I don’t think so because of the small number of days left, there’s no time for him to either design it or to send it away. And we’d probably never manage to get the dresses in time. But at the same time, I wouldn’t be shocked, since this school actually didn’t seem to have any major financial worries…

I turned around and faced Christopher immediately, making me feel slightly scared.
“Sorry, did I scare you?” he asked with a smile. He made me blush even harder as I slightly nodded my head, making him laugh.
“Who was that?” he then asked with a frown.
“My boyfriend”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
This question made me think of two things. Firstly, I bet that Megan was listening to this conversation. Secondly, Christopher sounded really surprised, making me wonder if I should take that as a compliment or be offended.
“Umm… Yeah, apparently”
“Why haven’t you mentioned anything about him?” his voice got more stringent all of a sudden.
“You haven’t asked”
It got quiet.
Wow, this was awkward, big time. Why was he acting so curious and so shocked? I mean, it’s not like I just told him that I was married and that I had five kids or something.


He grabbed my waist from behind tightly as I turned around to face him. I flapped with my arms gracefully while I tripped on my toes, our gazes stuck on each other, watching carefully. Not one single step shall be wrong.
I leaned with all my might against the left while I lifted my right leg up as far up as possible, while he still held his arms around my waist for support.
I took down my right leg while he spun me out of his arms, so that I would’ve gone backwards on my toes while I flapped my arms and held my head up high. We kept on dancing, making pirouettes and smaller jumps to the rhythm of the music playing from the big speakers from each corner of the room, until it got time for the big final jump.
He pulled me in once more, grabbing my waist tighter than before. He pushed me up while I stretched my whole body while I held his shoulders as support while my feet and legs were up in the air. Okay Sarah, breathe in, breathe out. My legs fell down as he then grabbed my hand while I made a pirouette on the peak of my toe. I raised my hand that he was holding so tightly onto, while my other arm gracefully was in a round shape at the level of my waist. I was turning so fast the thought of if I was actually dreaming hit me. He dragged me in as our gazes met for the last time, both so nervous and scared.
Showtime.
He pushed my whole body up while I was now twisting around in the air as I had closed my eyes hardly. If I was going to fall and hurt myself, it would happen in any second by now, and I was extremely nervous since we didn’t have a mattress underneath us.
Soon I felt two hands sliding up from my knees to my armpits, where he was holding me tightly by now. This meant that we’d made it. I opened up my eyes and the first thing I saw was his almost teary darker brown ones, making me realize that no one got hurt. We both were alive.

We smiled discreetly at each other as I then pushed him off me, gracefully running off the stage trying to look as sad and confused as I possibly could, leaving him to continue. It was really hard knowing that I… no, we just made the perfect advanced jump.

I was drowning in my thoughts and in my mind out of joy as I heard a girl’s voice from behind saying: “That was so good! I’m so jealous of you Sarah”
I turned around and met a girl with beautifully green eyes, reminding me of Harry’s. Her orange colored hair was tied in a hair donut, and her facial features were really feminine. All of the other girls were standing behind her in a group, waiting for their turn one last time.
I smiled widely towards her.
“Yeah, me too!” another girl agreed with her as almost all of the others were nodding their heads in agreement.
“Thank you” I said, feeling honored.


Since I wasn’t in a hurry, I decided to take some extra time in the shower in the locker room. I was all alone and it was played pop music in low volume from a small radio that wasn’t so far away.

You left my soul bleeding in the dark so you could be king. The rules you set are still untold to me and I lost my faith in everything.
The nights you could cope, your intentions were gold but the mountains will shake.
I need to know I can still make.

I stepped out of the shower and my environment was filled with hot steam, and a strong scent of wild strawberries. I was embraced by my soft towel, and was hit by a weak cold when I step out of the shower room. I walked over to my bag lyin on the changing bench to pick out clean clothes and underwear, and I took the opportunity to check my phone.
"You’ve got the urge to do something with me tonight? C”
Talk about perfect timing.
“Sure! S”

Notes

There's been so much going on with both my piano-playing AND school (ofc), so I haven't had so much time left over to sit down and just write. So this was a really nice escape from the "reality".
Thanks for all the votes & subscribers. And don't stop commenting! It just keeps me getting motivated.
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