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Regained Passion - Harry Hook x reader - Part 9 - The performance

the performances

the outfits (just urs n Harry’s lol)

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It was so close; the end of spring performance was less than a month away. The theater was being set up, costumes in their last fittings, practices extending and turning to everyday experiences, and tickets being sold by the minute as June 21st came ever closer.

Right now you were with Harry in the studio, practicing your star routine for hours on end. Esméralda had nearly cried when she had seen you two enact the full dance after the rest of the class had performed theirs. And as the performance loomed ever closer, you were bursting at the seams to finally tell Harry you had fallen in love with him, and what you didn’t know; is that Harry was feeling the same way.

Ever since his almost expulsion and return to the isle he had felt he needed to tell you about his true feelings. You knew he liked you, enough to start dating, but you didn’t know he loved you, so much his heart hurt when you were away.

So he decided he would tell you after the performance, after all, what better time to tell you after you both performed to tell a story about two people falling in love. And you had chosen to do the same, taking your time enjoying the sparks that run through your veins when you held Harry’s hand, the butterflies that flooded your senses when he held your waist, the flush of your skin when he smiled at you, his eyes soft and sweet.

Uma, Jane, Mal, and Evie all laughed with each other watching the two of you interact, always so close, so affectionate in ways only those in love would be capable of. Your parents and grandfather were dying to see you take the relationship to the next level, even if that level was a simple kiss; since you both had yet to do so.

Chad had been given a harsh punishment for attempting to essentially ruin Harry’s life, all his electronics taken away, being expelled from Auradon prep, his credit cards taken away, was put under personal tutoring of Fairy godmother and his mother, and took a job under food service just to teach him some humility.

You and Harry had cackled for a good five minutes after hearing about your rotten brother's punishment. You both thought it was well deserved, and it was; Chad had truly tried to ruin Harry’s life over a false suspicion.

A week before the performance, the classes involved had a cast party, convening in the theater, admiring the decorations and set design as everyone enjoyed pizza, wings, sodas, beer (for the 21 and older dancers), music, games, and each other’s company. You and Harry sat at the edge of the stage, some of your friends sitting to your right as Harry listened to Anita telling a story about one of her recent visits to the Auradon state amusement park. It was mostly about her date with the dark-haired beauty from her English class “they were so sweet” Anita cooed, holding her face as she flushed from the memories “they gave me a bouquet and everything” her French accent was thick as she ranted, the other girls giggling along with her.

You looked at Harry, who raised his brow “you haven't gotten me a bouquet yet?” you teased and Harry’s eyes widened, slightly panicking “was-was I supposed ta’?” Harry’s voice cracked as he spoke, your friends giggling at his antics as you shook your head, smiling as you patted his knee which started to bounce “I don’t need gifts to know you think of me, I just need you” again, your friends cooed as Harry flushed, hiding his face by turning and grabbing his last slice of pizza.

“you two are soooo cute” Emma sang, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you a bit as you laughed, turning to her with a smile of pure happiness. “thank you,” you said honestly, side hugging her as she giggled. You both continued to laugh as Harry covered his face with his hands, peeking at you between his fingers. He was just so damn cute “Harry?” he perked up, turning to look behind him to see Bert and Esméralda gesturing for him to come over. “can we speak to ya for a moment?” Harry glanced at you then nodded, he jumped to his feet, and walked over, accepting Bert’s hand on his shoulder as he and Esméralda led him to a quiet corner.

“did I do somethin’ wrong?” Harry asked, hands in his pockets as he curled his chin into his chest. Esméralda and Bert shook their heads with soft smiles “no my boy” Bert said with a chuckle as Esméralda looked slightly concerned at his assumption of being punished. “we just wanted to say; we’re proud of ya” as Bert said this, Harry froze, his eyes wide with surprise. Esméralda continued for Bert “you have been one of our most progressive students in years, and while we both know you didn’t want to be here at first, we’re proud of your improvement since your arrival.”

Harry felt like he was going to cry, his nose burning as Esméralda and Bert looked at him like proud parents “you have been such a great influence on (y/n), you helped her find the passion she somehow lost. So thank you” Esméralda said, taking one of Harry’s hands as Bert took the other “yes, thank you Harry” Bert continued as Esméralda looked very misty-eyed as Harry started to cry “even if it was only for short while, ya were and have been one of my favorite students. And if ya decide to leave the studio after ya graduate, I miss ya dearly. We both will” Harry pulled them into a hug at this, sobbing into Bert's shoulder as for the first time in his 17 years of life, he got the validation he had been craving from a parental figure.

Bert and Esméralda shared a look and hugged Harry back tightly, thanking him once again for well…being Harry. “Thank yeh” Harry whispered, squeezing them and then stepping back, wiping his tears with his sleeve “really, I don’ think I would be who I am righ’ now if it wasn’t fer yeh” Esméralda and Bert smiled and shook their heads “that was (y/n), not us” Bert said with a teasing smile, rubbing Harry’s shoulder as Esméralda chuckled, wiping away her tears.

Harry hugged them again, said thank you again, and walked back over to you, sitting down and resting his head on your shoulder as you took his hand, continuing to talk to your friends; not seeing Harry smiling at you, pure love and adoration in his eyes.

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It was finally the day of performance, not even two hours before curtain rise. You sat in the dressing room with the rest of your class, Harry in the far corner doing some last-minute timing practice with one of the sound techs. The beginner class was doing one last-minute run-through of their performance, as they would be going first, making sure everyone knew their places and the sound was working.

“oh my darling~!” you turned, smiling as your parents, your grandfather, and the grand duke entered the dressing room, the others in the room going silent in the presence of royalty. You spotted Chad lingering behind, curling into himself as Harry glanced at him, two bouquets in his hands. Your mother rushed over to you, gently setting her hands on your cheeks, careful not to smudge your makeup “im so proud of you~ my little dancer is all grown up” you laughed, taking her hands and kissing her cheek, accepting her strong hug as she leaned in.

“Thanks, mom” you whispered, you weren’t dressed yet, for now just in a plain blue hoodie and black leggings. Your dad stepped next to your mother and you halfway stood out of your chair to hug him, giggling as he rocked you back and forth “you and Harry are going to be great” he whispered into your ear, squeezing you once and letting your grandfather get his hug in as Chad stepped closer, adjusting the bouquet in his hand.

You sat back, tilting your head wearily as Chad stepped up, looking ashamed. “I’m sorry” he admitted, and you blinked wildly, you supposed the last 3 months of punishment had actually done well for Chad “I know I have a lot more to make up for but…I just wanted to say im proud of you too” Chad said with a smile, and it wasn’t fake. He was your brother through and through and he still loved you, it had been why he did what he did. Not that it excused his actions. He handed you one of the two bouquets, and you took it with a grin, happy you had a semblance of your brother back.

“thank you” you whispered, standing and hugging him tightly. He squeezed back, then pulled away, nodding towards Harry “im gonna go apologize to him as well,” he lifted the 2nd bouquet and you smiled, pushing him towards your boyfriend, who glanced at Chad with a raised brow as he walked over to him. Harry looked very surprised as Chad properly apologized and handed him the bouquet. After a few moments the two shook hands and Chad walked back over with Harry, both smiling.

Harry set his bouquet on your dressing table and kissed your cheek, accepting the hug from your mother as she pulled him into one. She and your father both told him they were proud and he almost cried if not for your grandfather's handkerchief coming to the rescue, saving Harry’s makeup. One of the managers came into the dressing room and escorted your family out as the rest of the guests began to arrive. Your grandfather and the grand duke got their hugs in quickly and walked out after your brother; your mother hugged you one last time and curled her arms around your father's arm as they walked out.

“I’m glad they like meh” Harry chuckled, kissing the top of your head and walking off to the male side of the room to get dressed as the performance came ever closer. You smiled at him, sending him an air kiss then turning back to your mirror, applying the last of your eye make-up, and standing, going to grab your dress and warm up.

Soon, everyone arrived and was seated, eagerly waiting for the first performance of four. You finished putting on your shoes and rushed to stand in the right-wing, bouncing on your toes as the lights dimmed and the orchestra tuned up. “step in time~” you sang in a whisper as Harry stepped next to you, holding your hand as the curtain pulled, revealing the set for the first performance; the rooftops of London.

The orchestra began to play a quick rhythm of beats, and with each crescendo, the dancers jumped up from the ‘chimneys’ “step in time, step in time! Come on mateys step in time!” Levi, who had been chosen to be the caller for the performance, called up the other dancers, who flooded the stage, and the music picked up. You smiled widely as they all flew around the stage, jumping off platforms and flipping.

Harry chuckled, crossing his arms as he watched his original class perform, it was a very fun routine, and he definitely would’ve ended up enjoying it if he hadn't been upgraded twice since joining the studio. The dancers were all wearing the same thing; black slacks, red socks, black boots, patterned vests, black button-ups, red neck scarves, and black caps.

It was a fantastical performance, high energy and heart-pounding, it made you want to jump around with no restraint, it made you feel like a little kid again. As the dancers came to a stop, the crowd burst into applause, and the class bowed. The curtains closed and they rushed off stage, the stagehands quickly changing the set for the next performance. Harry patted Levi’s back as they passed him, quietly congratulating them. Levi smiled, patting Harry’s arm and quickly moving on to the green room to relax.

A few minutes later, the curtains drew again, and the carnival-type music began to play, the intermediate class filing in from the wings, all dressed in patchwork vests, white button-ups, tan knee-high slacks, brown dance shoes, and straw bowler hats, minus the caller, who wore darker brown ankle slacks. Their bamboo sticks were in front of them on the stage, set up in several standing triangles. The crowd began to clap with the beat as the class began to sing. “A gentleman’s got a walking stick; a seaman's got a gaff. And they merry men of robin hood, they used a quarterstaff!”

Soon the dancers grabbed their bamboo sticks, and the crowd cheered, the awaiting class cheering from the wings as the intermediate danced their hearts out, singing in harmony and just having the time of their lives. Their performance was filled with high-energy dancing, flips, kicks, tricks, jumps, and aerials. And when Kiara performed her solo, the crowd went crazy once more, a row of the class joining her with each repeated move.

“You'd better never bother with me ol' bam-boo!” as the song came to an abrupt end, the theater burst into cheers and applause, the class all taking a moment to bow and show off their leader; Kiara, who took a bashful bow at the front, smiling at her aunt and sister who came to see her perform. They all rushed off stage as the curtain dropped, and once again the stagehands quickly changed the set. You congratulated each dancer that passed by you, some looked star-struck; since you were a princess and the star of the production.

You quickly hugged Anita and Javis as they passed you to go onstage, Emma scaring slightly with a quick hug attack as she ran to her spot. Harry took your hand as the curtain lifted, the lights dimming and focusing on the dancers. The girls all wore cream leotards, two-layered dance skirts that were watercolor Esque and resembled flower petals, skin tone tights, and skin tone pointe shoes. The males wore cream tank tops, cream leggings, and skin tone ballet shoes, and those who identified with neither wore whichever outfit suited them best.

The music began, and they danced, moving about fluidly to a beautifully composed and choreographed version of ‘dance of the flowers’ from the nutcracker. It was one of your favorites since you were young, it being one of the first ballet performances your parents took you to. You smiled brightly watching your class perform the piece, and you could easily say each one would go on to become a professional ballerina. You only hoped to follow them.

As the group performance came to an end, the audience burst into applause once more, whistling and cheering for the class. They all bowed and as the lights dimmed and curtains closed, a set of four dancers, one of which being Anita, changed their skirts to longer flowing silver-sheer dance skirts and went back on stage as the set was finalized, preparing for their ‘solo’ set.

You gave Anita a thumbs up from the wings and she winked, holding her head high and proud, her face composed as she and the others were spotlighted, and the music began. The four dancers performing a rendition of ‘dance of the small swans’ from swan lake, it was amazing watching them all dance in perfect synchronization, from their heads to their toes, everything matched the other. And as their performance came to a close, once again, the audience cheered, the four dancers bowing and gracefully making their exit off stage as the lights dimmed again and the stagehands changed set in preparation for the boys ‘solo’ set.

Harry whistled from the wings as the boys, including Javis, marched onto the stage, the three all had proud grins on their faces, their chests pushed out and confident energy pulsed from them. The audience gasped in awe as they performed a series of jumps, spins, flips, all required of the very physically exhausting Russian dance. Well, all dance was exhausting, but this particular one was very demanding.

And soon the lights dimmed, the crowd cheered, and it was time. You and Harry shared a quick hug, you kissed his cheek; and raced to your spot. Taking several deep breaths as the nerves started to set it in. You had performed hundreds of times before; this wouldn’t be any different.

Other than the fact you would be dancing with the boy you loved, and would be telling him so afterward. You stared at Harry from across the stage, smiling as he winked at you. You took another deep breath, setting your face in its practiced and perfected composed expression, and Harry did the same. The lights bloomed, the curtain lifted, and the crowd gasped, and from the corner of your eye, you saw your family and friends. Jane, the vks, Audrey, Lonnie, Ben, Uma, and Gil; were all there to see you and Harry perform.

And for the first time tonight, you looked at Harry properly, blushing slightly as you realized your outfits weren't meant to symbolize the lovers in the story, but they were meant to represent you and Harry. Harry in a red tank top and black leggings, and you in a silver-blue high-low dress, fit for a princess. Of course the costuming department would do this, of course.

The music started, and so did Harry; and the story began. A man alone, yearning for a love that was only told in fairy tales, going to his knees in hopeful prayer in finding his true love. He stood, fluidly moving and spinning to a stop, mirroring your starting pose as the lights dimmed on Harry and the spotlight went to you, showing you on the opposite side of the stage.

In the dark Harry moved to center stage, his back to you as you began to dance. Compared to Harry, you were fluid, free; still wishing for love, beautiful on her own but still- missing something. You turned, smiling as Harry was illuminated and you ran to him, grasping his hand and letting out a breathless gasp as he looked down at you softly, the man in the story awed at the woman in front of him; the woman of his dreams.

The two hugged, a passion ignited, trust and love beginning to bloom. And you began to dance in sync, telling the story of the two lovers as they learned about each other, their hopes, fears, pasts, each moment blended into their happiness as they discovered each other.

You told moments of trust, vulnerability, separation, comfort, all in the fluid motions of dance. Soon, you fell out of sync, but not out of love, two people so different but complemented each other so well, both in personalities and dance. Harry held you tightly as moved about, hands always on you, always supporting you as the lovers both discovered themselves within the relationship, helping the other grow and become their best self.

The woman gave her left arm to the man, and he took it with his left hand, the two promising their heart to the other for eternity, and you danced in sync once more; the lover's hearts in unison forevermore. Still at their own beat, but complimenting the other instead of working against the other.

The man reached his hand up again, searching for love, and the woman grasped it, a smile on their faces as the two embraced, never to be alone again. You breathed heavily as you looked into Harry’s eyes, the roaring applause and cheers of the audience drowned out by your own heartbeat as Harry’s thumb rubbed your waist. He looked like he wanted to say something, anything. And you did too, but the words wouldn’t come out, it was too hard to say how you felt with just words.

So you didn’t, and he didn’t either. As the curtains closed and the lights dimmed, your parents caught the last split second before you were hidden by the red fabric as Harry pulled you into him, your arms tossing around his neck as you kissed passionately.

They cheered again, your father whistling in approval as your dance classmates all cheered and squealed as Harry dipped you slightly into the kiss, smiling into it as your hand cupped his cheeks, the other going into his hair.

“Finally!” your friends yelled, running onto the stage as you and Harry pulled apart, eyes only on each other even as your friends called for your name or tugged on your hand. You grasped Harry’s hand and pulled him back towards you, kissing him again, hands on his neck as his hands grasped your shoulders. Your classmates cheered once more as your teachers traded bets, Bert and Esméralda fist-bumping as they were handed a wad of cash each.

Everything after that was a blur, the stage was flooded with dozens of flowers as the curtain raised, letting everyone bow as a group as you and Harry stood front and center, his hand never leaving your waist. You had been congratulated by your family and friends, Uma and Jane squealing about the kiss as you and Harry just stared at each other, the smiles never leaving your faces.

And soon, after a celebratory dinner, you were back at the dorms, back in your room; getting changed into some comfortable leggings and one of Harry’s hoodies after finishing your aftercare routine, perking up as your door opened quietly. You turned, smiling as Harry stepped into your room, his cheeks still pink from the earlier kisses. “hi” you whispered, holding your hands to your chest as Harry closed the door behind him, and walked over to you, standing close for a moment, fully shown love and adoration in his eyes before he gently cupped your face, closing his eyes and pressing the softest kiss to your lips, but with so much passion and words he couldn’t say behind it.

You eagerly returned the affection, grazing his cheeks and neck with your fingertips, sending shivers down Harry’s spine. He let out a small gasped into your mouth, and you smiled, pulling away, pecking his lips once more, and hugging Harry tightly. He returned the embrace, closing his eyes and breathing in your sent “I love you” you whispered, giggling as Harry froze, then he whispered back; “I love ye too”

You kissed again, and again, and again, each one softer than the last, but never less passionate, or lacking the love you had found within each other.

-end of part 9-

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PART 9 MFS~! I STARTED THIS BISH SO LONG AGO AND NOW WE AT PART 9, AKA THE FINALE! THERE WILL BE AN EPILOUGE TO WRAP THINGS UP BUT, BASICALLY, WE DONE, WE DONE DID IT PEEPS. THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME THROUGH REGAINED PASSION AND I HOPE YALL ENJOYED!

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