The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Warning: This is a little carrot-ey at the start but the boys have definitely grown out of the fetus. Woops :P Anyway, I shan't take up your time. Look at me acting all professional and stuff ;)

"No way!" I whined into the phone.  

"Yes way." My mom's stern voice said from the other end of the line. I groaned and pushed off my sheets.  

"Can you ask somebody else to go in my place?" I tried again, even though I knew I wasn't gonna succeed. But trying never hurts, right? 

"Gosh, Rebecca. You're making a scene!" She sounded frustrated. Well, maybe I was being too hard on her. After all, she was a busy person. And she only used my middle name when she was extremely angry or frustrated. And, right now, it was the latter.  

I sighed. "Fine. I'll go. Just tell me when it's coming." Somebody had to give in. And, obviously it had to be me; cause knowing my mom's persuading powers, she wasn't going to backdown. So, it had to be me. I was her daughter, yes. But, she overcame me in anger, stubbornness and also persuasiveness. And that's saying something because my friends told me I was the most stubborn person they'd ever met.  

"Michelle," my mom's voice brought me back to Earth.  

"Yes?" I replied, guilty that I had tuned out of her conversation.  

"Are you okay, sweetie? You sort of tuned out." She inquired. 

"Erm...sorry, mom. What did you just say?" I asked. 

"Only you." My mom sighed before continuing, "I said you have to be there by 11. Casey said the package while arrive by 11:15." 

"11?! What the actual freak! That's an hour from now!" I jumped out of my bed and face planted on the floor. I moaned, rubbing my cheeks.  

"What happened, sweetie?!" My mom asked, worried.  

"Nothing. I just happened to fly out of my bed and miraculously kiss the floor." I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. My mom chuckled, "Okay, honey. I'll talk to you later. I've some work to do. Take care and thanks!"  

"You're welcome, mom. Bye!" I hung up the phone and put it on my nightstand. Funny how we call it nightstand when we use it in daytime too. Okay, I'm up too early for all of this. Blame mom for this ruckus. Apparently, she has gone off to California leaving me alone at home. Well, I'm 18 and I can do my own work but that's not the point. Like my best guy-friend, Mike says and I quote, "You're still a child at heart, Reeves."  

My mom is a dance choreographer. And, not just a normal one; she teaches moves to celebrities. She is one of the most renowned dance choreographers in the World. You might think it's good but I don't think so. If anything, it really is tiring. Having to entertain people is the toughest job. But add celebrities to it, makes your life hell. You always have to be at your best around them. At least, my mom thinks so. She's always away from home and I don't really get a chance to interact with her well. The only time I get to see her is when she brings celebrity guests home. Pathetic, I know. Right now, she wants me to go to her studio to pick up an important parcel that somebody send her. And, she can't go cause she's in California, attending some sort of meeting where she's gonna collaborate with other choreographers and get to know about them. She won't be back till Wednesday and today is um, Monday. More two days to go. Anyway, getting back to the topic, the parcel is supposedly confidential and no one except my mom can take it, but because I'm her daughter and my mom's convincing skills are epic -yet, another common trait between us- she , somehow, managed to convince them that I could take the parcel on her behalf. So, me, being the awesome girl I am, I'm gonna become a messenger and waltz into the studio and take the parcel and return home like a boss. Yes, I'm gonna do that. I grinned like a maniac as I finished showering. Yes, I had managed to finish a whole brushing and showering session while I was blabbering. I know, I'm awesome. I leaped out of my bath-tub -because I can- and walked into my walk-in closet. I put on a grey tank top and cream shorts. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled, satisfied with myself. I was about to leave when I remembered something. I hadn't tied my hair. I scrunched my hair up into a ponytail and put on my black uggs. On a last minute impulse, I put on my coat and walked out of the door. I unlocked my car and entered inside. I took out my black iPhone 4S and checked the time; 10:30. I still have half an hour for the parcel to arrive. Might as well stop at Starbucks and grab some coffee and something light to eat. I stopped at the signal and tapped on the window sill. A car pulled up beside me. Some sort of music was blasting from it. It took me some time to register what it was. I groaned and pulled down my window.