To be honest, I'm not very thrilled about this 'opportunity'. But then again, I don't really have to blame anyone, except my manager, of course. I've been hired to dance for One Direction. Now, this is actually the second time I worked with them. The first time was a lot more exciting, but this time it's just pure pressure, and pain. The first time I worked with them, I met Louis. Of course, we started dating. But then, he just had to get drunk with Eleanor.
I find myself gazing out the window of a dark van, a security guard behind the wheel. Even though I'm not exactly a 'superstar', I have to keep hidden. Apparently, my manager wants to avoid any new rumors about me and Louis' breakup. As I'm about to fall deep in thought, I feel the van come to a sharp stop. I slightly jump, but I settle down when the security guard opens the car door.
I slowly wobble out of the car, pushing a pair of sunglasses on my face. I cautiously walk towards the front door, only taking a single glance at the security guard behind me. I give him a nod as I walk into the building, approaching a hall. I already know we're to go for rehearsals. As I get closer and closer to the room, I can hear music blasting in the room. I don't even have to guess why. I listen to the boys lay their vocals down on top of the track, their vocalists noting some things. I can also hear the choreographer shouting some instructions, along with the synchronized footsteps of the other dancers. There's actually only five dancers, one for each boy. As for me, I just had to be hired for Louis' dancer, of course.
I enter the room, the track ending. The choreographer and the other dancers give me a smile, the choreographer pointing at a corner behind Louis. I give the choreographer a stiff nod before taking my sunglasses off, revealing my pale blue eyes. I shuffle over to my position, Louis' eyes slowly following me. I finally make my way to my position, the track starting once again.
After two long hours of dancing, we finally get a break. I watch as the other dancers walk out the room, the lads following close behind them. I'm the last one in the room. I think. I kneel down next to my bag to find my water bottle when I feel the hairs on my neck stand up. It only takes me a second to realize who it is. Louis.
I turn around, looking up at Louis. I roll my eyes, standing up, my hand on my bag. "What do you want?" I give him a stiff look, glancing at the door. I don't want to be in this position, and he knows it. I watch as he raises an eyebrow, questioning my attitude. I roll my eyes, crossing my arms stiffly over my chest. "Don't think I'm going to act so pure when you did what you did." I turn my back to Louis, reaching for the door knob. I stop when I feel him put a hand on my arm, pulling me away from the door. "Can we talk, Ashton?"