Hey,can you do one where he meets you somewhere,like you meet at a coffee shop and talk a lot but don't exchange phones or anything,and he writes a song or looks somehow for ya to see if he can find you? (Yeah,carolina,i know hahaha)
I changed this just a tiny little bit. x
It had been so long since Harry enjoyed quality time with Lux. He was, of course, used to seeing her but not one-on-one. So when Lou told him she was sick and Lux needed someone to pick her up from her ballet class, Harry was more than happy to do it, informing her that they’d be also getting ice cream.
“You have to go inside and ask for her. They don’t let the kids out, they make them wait inside with their teacher.” Lou had told him.
So when Harry arrived, that’s what he did. “I’m here to pick up Lux Atkin.” He told the receptionist.
“Oh, yes, Lou told us you are. But they’re still in the middle of practicing a song.” The woman smiled politely at him.
Harry nodded with a smile. “I’ll just wait here.”
“You can go inside if you want. Their teacher doesn’t mind.”
The woman led him to the room where soft music was coming out of, him looking from the window of the door, seeing small twirling figures and the back of a tall one. The woman opened the door gently for him, Harry thanking her quietly before he got inside and waited by the door, watching.
He tried to watch the adorable kids in their tutus and their twirling and their plies but he couldn’t. His eyes were fixed on the adult teaching them.
You were graceful and calm, facial expression soft and cheerful as you directed the kids in a non-frightening way.
His breath hitched when your eyes met his, feeling his heart start to race and his hands to get sweaty as you gave him a warm smile before diverting your attention back to the kids.
When the music stopped, Harry straightened his posture and wiped his hands on his pants as he got himself ready.
“Good job today, sweethearts.” You clapped for all of them, making them cheer and hug each other before they began hugging your legs and getting close to you, making you giggle.
Harry smiled subconsciously, looking at your happy face before looking at Lux who looked at you as if you put the stars in the sky.
“I’ll miss you, too, I’ll miss you, too. But I believe someone is waiting for one of you.” You said, smiling towards Harry, making all the kids look.
“Harry!” Lux screamed before running towards Harry, hugging his legs tightly. “Did you see me dancing?!”
Harry bent down, carrying her in his arms. “I did. You were amazing, love.”
“I want you to meet Miss Y/N!” Lux said excitedly before she turned towards you, “Miss Y/N! Miss Y/N!”
You looked at her in Harry’s arms, walking towards them. “What is it Lux?”
“I want you to meet Harry! Harry, meet Miss Y/N. Miss Y/N, meet Harry!” Lux then clapped with a grin after she gestured with her hands.
“It’s nice to meet you. Lux talks about you a lot.” You grinned, offering your hand for a handshake.
“Does she?” Harry smiled, shaking your hand. You only nodded. “I’m glad she does. I’m not always around, ’s good to know she remembers me.” Harry smiled at Lux who giggled, resting her head on Harry’s chest.
“Awe, of course she does.” You cooed.
“Actually, I’m going to take Lux for some ice cream. Maybe you could join and tell me some of the stuff you know about me?” Harry picked his balls from the ground — not literally — and asked.
“Oh,” You smiled before looking at the half empty dance room. “There are still three kids waiting for their parents and I should be waiting with them.”
“It’s okay, we can wait, can’t we, Lux?”
You grinned and nodded.
Soon enough, you had changed into your jeans and hoodie and took your hair out of your bun, putting it in a ponytail instead.
“Sorry I kept you waiting this long.” You apologized sheepishly as you reached Harry and Lux who were waiting for you by the door outside.
“It’s definitely no problem. Shall we get going then?” Harry raised his eyebrows with a dimpled face, pointing towards the door. You nodded, thanking him when he opened the door for you.
You opened the car’s backseat door for Harry as he buckled Lux in before he rushed to the passenger side, opening the door for you.
“Are you going to be opening all the doors now?” You giggled, getting inside.
“Is it impressive?” He joked, his hand on your opened door.
“Then yes, I’m going to be opening all the doors.” Harry chuckled before closing the door and rushing to his side.
“You know, you’re a complete stranger. You could be kidnaping me.” You shrugged with a smile as you buckled your seatbelt.
“A nice kidnapper who’s taking you and a kid to have ice cream.” He grinned before driving off.
Sitting on the shop, Lux finished her small ice cream and was now playing games on Harry’s phone while you and Harry hit it off.
“I have been dancing since I was little. I have always wanted to be Odette in Swan Lake in the Royal Opera House.” You chuckled, looking down before licking your ice cream.
“And how is that turning out for you?” Harry asked with genuine interest.
“Let’s say I have been having my butt kicked with practice for months now for this week’s audition.” You grinned, blushing.
“Oh! You’re auditioning?” Harry asked with happiness in his tone. You only nodded. “I’ve seen you with the kids today, you’re wonderful. I’m sure you’ll do great.”
“This might sound a little weird but you kind of remind me of home. Your flower ring,” You pointed, “I have a drawing just like it on my childhood bedroom’s wall.”
Harry grinned at this. “Where do you come from?”
“And what is a Carolina girl like yourself doing in the lovely land of UK?” Harry asked in a more posh accent than he already had, leaning on the table.
“Alright don’t laugh, it’s kind of cliché, kind of lame,” You pointed at him with your index finger warningly.
Harry raised his hands defensively, shaking his head. “I would never.”
“Well,” You folded the ice cream wrapping paper and put it in the ashtray before looking at him. “My grandma told me to follow my dreams before she died. She knew how much I really wanted to play Odette, have performances in the opera, all that. She left me a whole load of share of money just for that. So here I am, in the lovely land of U.K.” You shrugged before blushing, looking down, “It’s very lame, I know.”
“Hey, hey, it’s definitely not lame. That’s amazing. You’re chasing your dreams and that’s honestly amazing. I’m sorry about your grandma.” Harry smiled softly, reaching out to put his hand on top of yours.
You shook your head with a smile, “Thank you. Really.”
“Now, tell me all about you. I think I’m up for strawberry lemonade.”
For two hours you and Harry talked about everything and anything before Harry had to drive you back to your car by the dance studio. You hugged Lux goodbye, Lux saying how much she’ll miss you before you walked to your car, Harry following you.
“Thank you for the ice cream. I had fun.” You smiled, unlocking your car before turning to face Harry.
“Thank you for coming. I’m glad you did, I had fun, too. I’m sure Lux won’t shut up about this for the next 60 years.” Harry chuckled.
You laughed, shaking your head. “She must be very sleepy and tired.”
Harry nodded, “Yeah, I’m taking her straight home anyway,” He gestured behind his back at Lux as you nodded. “Hey, uh, good luck with the audition.”
You opened the car door, smiling at him. “Thanks, Harry. I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah, yeah, definitely,” Harry nodded rapidly. Just as you were about to get in the car, you turned around, placing a quick peck on his cheek with a blush before getting inside your car, giving him one last smile before driving off.
“Did you see that?” Harry asked Lux in disbelief.
For the rest of the day, Harry definitely couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. It was when he was going to bed that it fell.
“I didn’t take her number!”
“Hello?” Lou answered Harry’s call after the third ring in the afternoon.
“Hey, Lou, it’s Harry.”
“I have a called ID, Harry. Stop saying it’s you every time you call me.”
“Hey! Just making sure you know it’s me.” He defended himself.
Lou scoffed, “What is it that you want? I know you.”
“Right, so,” He cleared his throat, “Do you, by chance, happen to have Y/N’s phone number? Lux’s dance teacher?”
Harry groaned when he heard Lou laugh hysterically. “No way!”
“Aw, come on, Lou.” He groaned.
“Okay, okay,” She calmed down, “But no. I don’t actually. I only have the number of the studio and very sorry to burst your bubble but yesterday was Y/N’s last day as the kids’ dance teacher there.”
“What?! Why?” Harry slumped in his chair.
“Something about her own thing, Od-”
“Odette. Practice for Odette. Alright, thanks, Lou!” Harry was quick to hang up before he rushed to his room where he changed his clothes for something more ordinary for the world to see other than his avocado printed boxers.
He felt like this was a scene out of the movie, laughing to himself in the car as he thought that this would be a good Rom-Com which might have alerted the neighbor car in the red light, the man twice his age looking at him warily.
Once he reached the dance studio, he quickly rushed there to open the door, confused when it wouldn’t budge.
Just then, his eyes fell on the “CLOSED” sign before diverting to the schedule time.
“MONDAY-FRIDAY. OPEN AT 7 AM TILL 2 AM.”
It was Saturday.
“For fuck’s sake.” He groaned, walking back slowly to his car where he sat quietly for a moment before he perked up in his seat, taking out his phone and opening the Safari app.
‘Royal Opera House Swan Lake auditions 2017.’ He typed, instantly clicking on the first link he saw.
Once he found that the auditions were tomorrow, he nodded determinedly to himself before he drove back home where he sat, making scenarios in his head and watching ballet videos for the rest of the evening.
Harry was restless at night. He was tossing and turning, even hummed to himself to sleep but nothing was happening. It was when his mind drifted to your long conversation at the shop that he found lyrical words flowing in his mind, almost humming a new tune to himself. With a newfound energy, Harry was sat on his desk, his brown leather journal sprawled in front of him as he wrote what was on his mind.
Harry was nervous to say the least. When he entered the opera house and got greeted as someone famous, it was one of the few moments he appreciated his status when he was allowed to be in the room where the Odette auditions were held. He sat in the chair beside the critic and professional choreographer, watching as different women auditioned. Some were good, some made mistakes and some Harry just couldn’t focus on.
It was when he saw you enter in a beige classical tutu, hair in a neat bun and a friendly smile that Harry’s breath hitched, his arm slipping from the arm rest, startling him as he sat up.
Your eyes met his and widened. He only gave you a discreet thumbs up and a grin, watching you smile as you looked down before the music started.
He was charmed. His eyes were fixed on your figure as you danced, putting your everything in it. It was when the critic beside him whispered “Amazing” under his breath that he grinned.
You bowed after you were finished, smiling at the happy judges before catching Harry’s eyes for a moment and walking gracefully out of the stage.
Harry was quick to thank the judges for having him, putting a word in for you.
“I might not be professional but I do know someone passionate about something when I see them. Miss Y/N was wonderful. Good day.”
He asked the stage director about your whereabouts, thanking him when he escorted him towards the dressing room. He knocked, hearing a different woman’s voice tell him to come in. He did.
He found a room full of ballerinas, some in the regular wear and some still in the tutus. “Hi, I’m looking for Y/N?”
They smiled to each other before you walked over to him from the other side of the room with a grin. “What are you doing here?” You asked quietly, holding his arms as you both walked outside again, closing the door behind you.
“What am I doing here…” He trailed. What was he supposed to say? That he couldn’t stop thinking about how much of an idiot he was that he didn’t take your phone number and that he couldn’t stop thinking about you so much that he had written a song about you? “I came to support you?”
You smiled, “I’m letting you off the hook this time.”
“I heard the man who sat beside me, the blond one, say amazing when you were done.” He whispered childishly before pretending to look around as if searching if anyone might have heard him.
Your eyes widened, “No!” You whisper shouted.
You tackled him in a hug, squealing in his shoulder. “Oh my God, I hope I make it.”
Harry hummed in satisfaction, hugging you back. “You were beautiful out there.”
You giggled, pulling back. “As much as I actually like this,” You gestured between you, “But why actually are you here?”
Harry sighed, defeated. “Alright, I wanted your phone number after I realized I forgot to take it. Lou said she doesn’t have your number and that you left, studio was closed and I might have added another song to my solo album.”
“You-You did all that to get my number?”
“Well, I was also hoping for a date?” Harry chuckled nervously.
You grinned, “Remember when I told you about my grandma story and called it cliché?” Harry nodded. “Forget it. This is 10 times more cliché.” You giggled.
“Does that mean you don’t go on a date with me?”
“Of course I will!”
After changing back to your clothes and walking slowly with Harry towards the exit, hands brushing against each other, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“What do you mean you added a new song to your solo album?”
Obviously the “amazing” part by the critic indicates that you got the part because you’re THE shit and owned the stage.
Also, it’s so ironic writing about ballet and all that while I’m finishing a box of pizza by myself. Hope you liked it! x