Don't Let Me Go

"Maybe it'll be him." I pointed a boy across the street. He looked almost bored, as he aimlessly kicked around a rock.

Diana shook her head, frowning at me. "Trust me, you don't want it to be him."

"Who is he?" I asked, looking the boys direction. Dark curls hung in front of his face as he looked down at the pavement, kicking the rock with his toe. A large purple bruise was prominent on his left cheek, I could see it even from this distance.

She shrugged, giving me a dark look. "Love, I'm going to tell you this right now, you stay away from that boy. All he is, is trouble."

The boy stopped kicking the rock, he slowly lifted his head. Peering out from behind his dark curls, he met my gaze. Air got stuck in my lungs as his electrifying green eyes connected with my hazel ones. He held me in a trance with his stare, and I found myself unable to move from the spot I was standing in. A smirk made its way onto his lips, and he turned away from me.

"I just wanted to know his name," I


5. Chapter Four

Hello! Sorry for the wait and that it's a little short! I'll update once again when I get twenty comments on this, and ten comments on either 'Harry' or 'Darcy'. So when this story gets twenty comments, and either one of my one shots gets ten comments, then I will update! Enjoy!



Chapter Four



"Noelle! Noelle!" the little voice of a little girl chimed as she ran towards me, wrapping her tiny arms around my thigh. I laughed, placing my hand on the little girl's back as she clung to me for dear life. "I'm so excited for today's class! Can I learn how to do a grand jeté? Yours are so pretty, I bet you could teach me in no time!"


I laughed again, leaning over a placing a kiss on her head. "Isabelle, we're going over the five positions today. Maybe next time I'll teach you all jumps. Now why don't you go change," I said to the little girl, and she frowned a little bit before running towards the changing rooms, her pink gym bag bouncing off her back with every step she took.


On Friday night, most seventeen year old girls would be out at a party, or spending time with their friends. I, on the other hand, teach ballet to four year olds. It was actually what I preferred to do. Dancing was my passion, and I'd rather be helping little girls discover that it was their passion as well. When I see little girls little Isabelle have their face light up when I teach them a new dance, it makes my day. Teaching little girls to love what I love makes me feel good.


Tonight, however, my mind was somewhere else; with Harry. The boy had been texting me throughout the past two days, and I really couldn't keep the smile off my face. I kept my phone in hand as my students piled into the dance studio, waiting for him to text me back. Diana was starting to call me 'obsessive,' but she just didn't really understand. My blonde friend always had boys falling over her, wanting to be with her. Harry is the first boy I've meet that'a actually been interested in me, well unless you count Lucas which I don't. I wouldn't say he was interested in me, more my bum than anything. Yet, Harry actually seemed interested in my, about what I do. He asked me questions, wanting to get to know me better. Talking with him, or texting with him, it made me feel good.


The vibrations of my phone made my heart skip a beat. I smiled as Harry's named flashed across the screen, seeing that he wasn't texting me, but calling. With a smile plastered across I answered the phone as Isabelle came running out in front of me. She stopped about a foot away from me, a pout on her face as she crossed her arms, looking up at me expectantly. I laughed, patting her on the head. "Hello?"


"Hey Noelle! It's me, Harry!" I laughed at his excited tone as I greeted him. Isabelle gave me a questioning look. "How are you?"


"I'm pretty good, about to start a dance lesson," I smiled down at Isabelle, patting her head with a smile as she jutted her bottom lip out further.


There was a bit of shuffling on the other line before Harry answered. "So, I was just wondering if you were busy tomorrow night, because if you weren't I thought we could go out, maybe for like dinner or something," he said with a bit of uncertainty in his tone, causing a smile to make its way onto my lips.


"That sounds great. I'd love to go out to dinner with you," I smiled into the phone, and Isabelle's jaw dropped, her arms went limp at her side.


I heard a throaty chuckle on the other line. "That's great! I'll umm, I'll pick you up at seven. It's a date."


"Sounds good," I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Isabelle started to poke my leg, impatiently trying to gain my attention. "Bye Harry, I'll see you tomorrow."


"See you tomorrow," he said with the same chuckle.


Hanging up the phone, I turned my attention to Isabelle, placing my hands on my knees and leaning over to come face to face with her. "Now, how may I help you?"


Isabelle smiled a big bright smile. "Is he your boooyfriiend?" she cooed, poking my arm.


I put my hands under Isabelle's arms and scooped her up so she was resting on my hip. "Of course not, love. I would never have a boyfriend that you or the other girls didn't approve of. Besides, who needs boys when I have you girls?" I smiled at the beaming little girl in my arms, walking out of the lobby. I place her down carefully on the hard wood floor. "Now go stretch with everyone else," I smiled, pointing to the rest of the girls who were now doing their splits.


It was hard to keep the smile off my face as I watched my students do the basic stretching routine. I couldn't believe that I had a date with this boy. Once again, my thoughts drifted back to Diana's warning. My mind was obsessing over her words, I just couldn't believe that someone so sweet could be a bad person. Diana was usually right about people, she had a lot of friends and knew a lot of people, but I just couldn't help but think she was wrong about this one. He didn't seem bad, if anything, he seemed a little bit too good to be true.


Part of me wonder about my father, and how he would react if he found out about Harry. He would, most likely, beat me, like he does when he finds out about most things. This would be worse though, it's not that my father's protective, but he's possessive. I'm his daughter, no one else can have me, that's his state of mind. In fact, if he found out about the date he'd probably beat me to the point I couldn't go.


And then my heart sunk. How the bloody hell was I suppose to go on this date? There was no doubt in my mind I would be able to sneak out past my father. Maybe I could make up some excuse, and maybe a miracle will happen and he'll fall for it. I could always tell him I had some dance thing to do, that's always a good excuse. Shaking my head, I decided to worry about it later. Right now I have little girls to teach. "Alright ladies, get in two lines!" I called over all of their chatting. "We're going over positions today, so I want you to get into the first one!"


There was a collective groan amongst them as they divided into their lines. I watched their feet carefully, looking for any mistakes. It was a good thing I had decided to go over them, some girls were getting their first confused with their fourth and third. This was going to be a long lesson.


"Are you serious?" Diana asked me the next day as she sat on the bed in my room, rolling her eyes. I shrugged my shoulders, going through all the clothes in my closet. It seemed that I barely had anything fashionable to wear. Half of my clothes were jeans and t-shirts, finding something suitable to wear on a date was going to be a difficult feat. "You seriously called me over to help you find an outfit for a date with a boy that I disapprove of?'


I rolled my eyes at her, to me she was just being overly difficult. "Diana, you have dated plenty of boys that I didn't approve of and you seemed fine with that. I really don't see why you're making such a big deal of this," I pulled out a simple black dress and shrugged, throwing it on my bed as a possibility.


Diana stood, giving me a hard look, and I could tell she was going into her older sister mode. She has two little sisters, and she knows how to handle them when they start to challenge her. "You've got to be kidding me," I shrugged again and continued to go through my clothes. She didn't intimidate me like she hoped she would, she doesn't know about my father. "For one thing, if I have dated boys that are 'bad', and I think this boy is bad, he must be really bad! Second, I'm sorry that your such an innocent little deer and I don't want you mixing up with the wrong type!"


"Well that's not really your choice to make, is it?" I shot back, sending her glare. "Now either you can stop being difficult and help me with the problem I'm having at the moment or you can leave!" Diana took a step back, shocked by my sudden outburst. "I don't think you understand, Diana. I'm not you, boys don't just fall at my feet like they do with you! This is the first boy that's ever treated me like I'm not shit! To be completely honest, I don't really give a damn what you think of him, because you're not the one going on a date with him!"


She took another step back, furrowing her eyebrows as she tried to understand what I was saying. "I just, this date means so much to me. He's the first person to ever show any interest in me whatsoever. This is my first date with anyone, and I want it to be perfect," I said with a much softer tone.


For a few moments, she was silent. I started to feel a little bad for snapping at her, but she didn't understand. She let out a sigh and moved towards me. Diana took the black dress I had in my hand and put it back in the closet. "Well, if you want to make a first impression you're defiantly not wearing that."


I smiled at my best friend, pulling in her for a hug. This was why we were best friends.

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