Beauty And A Beat -One Direction-

Chapter 1...A New Beginning

Chapter 1

I was scared. But I was also excited. This had to be the biggest thing to happen to me.

            “To us,” my younger sister Grace corrected me as she folded a pair of jeans and placed them carefully into her suitcase. She was so organised, we weren’t leaving for New York for another week.

            “I was speaking out loud again?” she nodded and smiled whilst she continued packing. I just rested my head on the backboard of my bed, looking around the empty bedroom that I had once shared with Grace. It was going to be so weird when we moved; we were due to have separate rooms, the first time in both our lives.

            “I never realised how big this room was,” I said as I stared and Grace chuckled. Even though she was younger than me, she was always the more sensible one of us, and had the most common sense.

            “That’s because it’s always been filled with your junk, and the walls covered in your dancing posters.” I shrugged and hopped off the bed, stretching my muscles and making my way to the door, towards the bathroom. “While you’re in there can you grab the spare towels? I want to start putting them away,” Grace called out to me and I nodded in response. Like I said, far too organised.

My reflection stared back at me in the mirror, my dark eyes penetrating with slight bags underneath. I hadn’t been sleeping well lately, the nerves of the move getting to me more and more each day. Frustrated, I grabbed my black hair and pulled it away from my face, tying it up with the band I kept round my wrist. Even in a high ponytail, it still brushed between my shoulder blades. At five foot three, I was a little on the small side, but it was perfect for being a dancer so I never complained. My friends always used to call me ‘Little Bird,’ because of how tiny I was, not to mention how clumsy I used to be, always fragile and falling down. As I grew I became more graceful, I grew into my skin and learnt to use my appearance and body to my advantage, and now it had paid off.

I was moving to New York to become a dancer. A real dancer, where people would see my talent and I could share it with hundreds- no thousands!- of people. But the fear still lingered, the fear that this was all just a dream, a wild goose chase where I would just fall on my face and be a laughing stock. Where no one could take me seriously. It was a nightmare I had been having over and over again, always the same dream, never ending. That was why I was scared.

Grace had a plan. She was transferring schools, had her curriculum planned and had already scoped out colleges that she might want to attend. She knew exactly what sensible plan she needed for her life. I didn’t know how she did it. I could barely plan what I wanted to wear in the morning, let alone my future.

All I knew was that I wanted to dance. And I was going to.

            “Hey, Hannah, that band you like is on the radio!’ Grace called from bedroom, so I grabbed the towels she wanted and headed back in, my face breaking out into a smile as I heard the opening lines to One Direction’s latest song. Immediately my body started to move and I was dancing all around the room, throwing the towels to Grace before jumping on the bed and messing up her neat piles of clothes as I went crazy. “Hannah!” she scowled, but I knew she wasn’t serious. She was used to it.

            “You know you love it,” I said playfully, urging her to join in, though she wouldn’t. Grace referred stationary hobbies like reading rather than anything that meant moving around, though she still had an amazingly envious body without any exercise. She was the envy of most girls at our school.

            “You love this band far too much.”

            “No, I just like their music. You can really move to it, the boys themselves I don’t really care about,” I said, and it was true. I had too much to focus on with my dance career and finishing school that I didn’t even think about the opposite sex. It was just far too much hassle.

            “Well, whatever you say. You know, Connor was asking after you,” Grace said, abandoning her packing, finally, and falling down on the bed beside me. Ah, Connor. My very much ex-boyfriend who may be part of the reason I keep a fair distance from the male species.

            “Of course he was. Now that I am leaving he is suddenly all interested again. Well, I’m not up for a last time hook up, so he can crawl back to wherever he came from,” I said proudly, sticking my nose in the air.

            “You mean across the street?” Grace said, pointing out the window to where Connor’s house could be seen. A warning to all, never fall for your neighbour, it is so awkward when you break up. Maybe this move would be even better for me for different reasons than I had first thought.

            “Alright smarty pants, I meant metaphorically. Anyway, I better get going, it’s the last dance lesson and I think the girls are throwing me a small party to say goodbye, and you know, good luck and stuff,” I said, grabbing my dancing bag and slinging it over my shoulder before blowing a kiss in Grace’s direction.

            “Enjoy! Go and show those girls how it is done!” Grace called out to me, and I smiled as I put my headphones in and left the house, grinning broader as One Direction yet again came on my IPod. I couldn’t help it, even as I was walking down the street I started dancing, earning some appreciative whistles from the cars driving past who beeped at me. It didn’t stop me; I was lost in my own world.

            “Looking good, Richards!” A familiar voice shouted through my music as I reached the end of my street, and I sighed, pulling my headphones out and spinning slowly round to face Connor. He was leaning against his bike and looking me up and down. Once that made my heart rush, now it just made my skin crawl.

            “Connor. What do you want? I’m kinda in a rush,” I said as I took a few steps backwards, away from my ex-boyfriend. I really just wanted to avoid him until we had left.

            “Yeah, I can see that, the way you are trying to escape. I hear you are leaving for New York,” he raised an eyebrow and waited for confirmation.

            “That’s right. Mum got a new job in PR out there so we are moving in a week. It’s goodbye to this deadbeat town for me,” I replied, not hiding the grin that came with that sentence.

            “Well, that’s a shame Richards. I’m going to miss you,” he gave me his best smouldering look, but it no longer worked. I was immune to his charms, finally. The thought of freedom had given me the strength to break free, and I wasn’t about to fall under any boy’s spell anytime soon, of that I was sure.

            “Shame. I really can’t say the same for you Connor. So goodbye, and have a nice life,” I said as I spun round and resumed walking, knowing he was watching my ass as I took each step, “I’m moving on to bigger and better things…you can count on that.” 

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