The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 42 - Nothing

We were all business.

Harry still wouldn't speak of Mitch and I truthfully did not want to force it. I loved how he was forthcoming that night in the back seat. I loved how he shared something that felt so, so intimate. I wanted him to feel like he could be open with me and not make me drag it out of him. I wanted him to know he could come to me with anything.

"I am so nervous," I grumbled, pacing around at the studio.

"Knock it off."

I sighed. "Wow, I'm healed, you really sure know how to fix a girl up." Harry smirked at me and I kept pacing, stretching my arms over my head. "What can we do tonight?"

"I'm going to a party."

"Can I come?"

He raised an eyebrow. "This isn't your crowd."

"Why do you say that?" I honestly pouted a bit, wanting terribly to fit into his world. "I can be a party girl." He made a face. "Come on, can I come too?"

"If you wear something sexy."

"Deal."

He nodded. 'Let's get to work then, we're having a long day."

The way he pushed me was intense, it was him shouting and shouting, him smacking his hands together so loudly every time I screwed up. My body was so tense and locked.

"Guys," Vincent popped his head in. "Fitting day,"

We took a deep breath and headed out, going to our costume designer. She had my White Swan outfit completed.

"Oh..." I gazed at my reflection.

It was so beautiful, this...elegant white material, this full feathered tutu. I felt so... amazing. I didn't grasp that it was my reflection. I honestly hoped I'd get to be in this outfit but now that I actually was... my mind was blown. It was really me in this spot, it hit me like a brick all over again.

"This is beautiful... oh wow."

"I'm so close to the Black Swan being done."

"No rush," I was dazed.

She laughed. "Kind of is, it's getting to be crunch time."

"Right," I swallowed. "It fits like a dream."

Harry stepped out, and he looked dashing. We stood beside each other and I smiled.

"I'm so excited!"

He had no expression, he just left to change. I frowned and did the same, thanking our designer.

"Why did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" I grumbled as we walked.

"This performance is coming and you are still not ready."

"I... I'm close."

"Who gives a fuck about close Odette? Come on," he shook his head. "Too much is riding on this."

"Stop pressuring me, really, it doesn't help."

"What does?" He pushed me against the wall. "What will help you master being the Black Queen, hm? I'm tired of not seeing any more changes."

"You shack up with me," I bit right back. "You fool around with me; you took me out a few times, wow, that does not make a fucking Black Swan. I am trying. I am trying to tap into this darkness and find it inside of me when I dance but it is not sticking. Now back off!" I shoved him. "I do not need you to keep kicking me while I'm down!"

He tilted his head, and he oddly smiled. "Look at that..." he walked around me. "Standing up for yourself, you," he spoke in my ear. "You need to bring her to life here," he pressed on my chest. "Without the outfit, without the stage, it's time to be her Odette.'