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a/n: OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT LOUIS OKAY !

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song of the day;

antichrist // the 1975

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The obnoxious beeping of my alarm clock was enough to wake me up after pressing snooze at least 5 times, it really did piss me off. I'm not a morning person, even if I did have tryouts today. I look over to my clock that reads "9:15" and I immediately get up. The auditions start at 10:30 and it takes 45 minutes to get there with traffic on a Saturday.

I scramble to the sink while trying to pull my pants up, brush my hair and not fall.

Hopefully my whole day won't be like this, or I will literally throw my self off a building. I had no idea what to wear to the tryouts so I went with some yoga shorts and a tank top, it's hot enough to wear but its breezy so I grab a light jacket.

I remember I didn't even grab anything to eat as I'm driving my small car and my stomach starts growling loudly. So I pull into a small coffee and pastries shop and grab a blueberry muffin. It's a small place and no one really bothers coming here so it's like my secret little getaway when I'm upset or just needing to be alone. I rush out to my car, and stuff my mouth as I'm dogging this horrible Atlanta traffic.

I arrive at the small studio that looks rustic on the outside. It's on a busy street that is smushed between a night club and a small bar, they must get a lot of service then. I remember walking down this street when I was just 15, looking through the glass at night wishing I could be the dancers on the small setup stages. I wasn't old enough to enter the club but now I finally was able to really experience it. My heart is going a million miles as I fast walk up to the door with information about the times they are open and having special dances.

The door creaks as I open it, my hearts going faster.

I take a step into the club and my eyes immediately light up, my heart is going even faster.

I look over to see other dancers practicing and the one and only, famous choreographer, Liam Payne, my heart just burst.

He has choreographed Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, to Miley Cyrus and even Beyoncé. Shit.

He has been one of my inspirations since wanting to pursue my dream of dancing for this beautiful, erotic club. I can't wait to be instructed by him. It is so surreal actually being here in front of him and knowing that I'm actually doing this.

"Hi, and you are?" Liam asks smiling down at me. I feel myself start to stutter, oh no.

"Car-Carme-n" I say while staring at him, not believing this. I never stutter why is it happening now? I shake his hand and give him the best smile without looking like a total creep.

"Hi, Carmen! Are you here for tryouts?" Liam says sweetly, I nod and he pulls me over to an area that has mirrors around it and poles spread periodically in the space with slick wooden floors making it easier to move on.

He starts the music while guiding me to a pole, this should be fun.

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30 minutes later I'm covered in sweat and laying on the floor dripping water from my almost empty bottle into my mouth, while Liam was drinking from a water fountain attached to the wall next to us, I learned the dance and was in complete love with it. He was such a talented person I hope one day I'll be known for something important such as he is.

Liam handed me a sign-up sheet for my number, so I knew when it was my turn to impress the boss and make it into the club. I was so excited, I better not mess up or I'll never forgive myself.

"47." I read out loud smiling to myself, I grabbed my bag and clipped the number to my shirt, then thanked Liam for teaching me the dance to perfection.

I sat in the main area filled with girls with numbers pinned to their shirts too, they called each girl one by one until it was my turn.

"47, Carmen Williams!" I heard my name and jumped up walking quickly over to the door.

"You're up honey, good luck!" A man with beautiful brown eyes and flowing black hair said to me.

"Thanks..uhm..your name?" I said smiling.

"Zayn, is the name!" He smiled and patted my back gently, he was gorgeous, everyone was here, damn.

I pushed through the door and was greeted by bright lights and a huge stage, I stepped out slowly and looked out, blinded by the lights unfortunately but then I saw him, the man that owns this amazing club.

Louis Tomlinson.

I feel so attacked.

I smile and set my bag off to the side I walk out into the middle of the stage where a single pole is standing. Louis stares at me, I feel so judged right now.

The lights soon weren't as blinding and I could see his full face, he had a freshly shaven face with brown hair pushed up into a quiff, he looked like a greaser I laughed to myself, but it suited him, he was unimaginably handsome. He had a suit on that made him look 10 times more expensive than he probably already was. He lifted his hand to his chin taking it between his forefinger and thumb rubbing it.

"Alright, go on love." He said with a dainty, sweet, almost angelic voice.

The music started and I immediately forgot all about Louis sitting there, judging me. I pictured myself with a full crowd of people watching, gawking, and enjoying my exotic dance. I was so into my dance that I barely heard Louis clapping, indicating that it was over.

I took a deep breath, snapping back to reality and took a silly yet serious bow and giggled, he smiled and held a thumbs up.

"You'll know by tomorrow if you make it or not, thank you for trying out and I hope you have a fantastic day love." Louis chirped from his seat in the middle of the room.

I quickly grabbed my bag and walked out of the club, walking, well more running to my car.

I wanted to scream out of excitement, I cant believe I actually got to do that. I plugged my phone up and started playing Britney Spears, I needed woman power right now. I backed out and made my way to my house.

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After watching the last episode of Americas Next Top Model, I stalked off to the bathroom brushing my teeth and showering, today was a long exciting day and I couldn't wait for tomorrow, I would find out wether I get to do my dream job or not, which is scary and nerve racking to be honest.

I plopped down on my comfortable bed and snuggled into my white sheets, knowing and hoping tomorrow was going to be a great day.

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