Save Me {A One Direction Fan-Fic}

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The past couple of weeks have been filled with rehearsals and late nights. The boy's and I hang out quite a lot. Zayn and I are just as close as we used to be. Or at least that's what it seems to him. I know the truth. We are close. That's for sure. But Zayn and I didn't used to keep secrets from each other. Now, he knows so little about my life in London.   I just smile and lie right through my teeth when he asks how everything was.

Everyone's kept us busy, that's for sure. If I'm not dancing, I'm with the boys, eating or sleeping. They've been busy preparing for the tour, which we start in two weeks. I'll be traveling on a bus with the other dancers. But the boys said they would sneak me on their bus in the daytime occasionally. They don't know how thankful this makes me.

I haven't really gotten on well with any of the other dancers. Some of them look really sweet, but I just haven't had a chance to be-friend any of them. There are 10 dancers in total. We won't all do every show. Some of us will switch up. But I'm one of the ones who will dance full time. There are 3 dancers who seem to hate me. It's like high school all over again. The queen Bee with her two followers. But I've decided no to let it get to me. I'm trying to start all over here. No more weakness, no more depression. I haven't cut since before I met the boys. And I hope to keep it that way.

The boys have become close to me. I feel like with a bit more time, we could become best friends. I feel good about my 'new start'. So far it seems to be working out nicely. I can only hope that my good luck continues.

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(A/N ok before I get into any details about Rylyn dancing, I just want to let ya'll know. I don't dance! Whatsoever. It just doesn't happen with me, I've always wanted to dance, but sadly, I look like an animal having a spaz attack... so yeah. Anyway, this is just my imagination, and if I get everything wrong, please feel free to correct me...nicely.)

Right now, I'm with the rest of the dancers, rehearsing the more intense and complicated dance moves for the tour, which is rapidly approaching. We near the end of the last song of the day, all of us pushing ourselves to the limit, after practicing for hours upon hours today already. The last beat of the song blares out from the speakers, each of us hitting the last move perfectly, unlike the last five times we've went over this certain song.

"Thank God!! I thought you ladies would never get that song right!!" our dance instructor, Melanie, exclaimed, a look of thankfulness coming over her features. A big, yet tired smile grows on my lips. It's been a long day, that's for sure, I know I'm going to sleep good tonight. Pushing a strand of hair away form my sweat covered forehead, I make my way to get a drink of water and pack up my stuff. Since at this moment, the boys are busy, I have to take a cab back to the hotel we've been staying at. It's either that or walk, and since I feel like falling asleep right here, I think I'll go with the option that doesn't involve walking several miles.

After a cab finally pulled up to the curb, I climbed in and told him the address. Pulling out my headphones, I slip them on, connect them to my iPod, and scroll through my playlists. The first beats of 'Small Bump' by Ed Sheeran start to play, and I spend the rest of my ride, lost in his music.

The driver lets me know we've arrived and I gather my things and exit the car.  The second My foot meets the pavement I'm swarmed by teenage girls. Oh my gosh I'm such an idiot!! Me, loosing myself in the music, forgot to ask the cab driver to pull around back!

Questions and insults are being thrown at me. This is the first time I've been alone with the fans, every other time, the boys have been with me. Even then, people said hurtful things, but they weren't that many, and I managed to ignore it.