Opposites

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❝You got me spinning like a ballerina. . .❞

MELODY

Yesterday didn't go as planned, that's for sure. But, thankfully I returned home before Harry got back. I thought about telling him that I lied, but decided against it. Harry already doesn't like Zayn, or any boy I talk to for that matter. I feel a bit guilty for lying to Zayn but it will go unnoticed, it's just a little white lie. Zayn won't bring it up again, I'm positive.

I hear the doorbell ringing, then I rush downstairs, almost slipping in the process. The reason I'm excited is because they called from the agency half an hour ago and told me that the two boys are on their way to deliever the contract. I have no idea who are these two boys, or why are they even two, but I'm super pumped. I can't believe I'm actually getting real life, pro coaches to train me.

"Somebody's excited." Harry chuckles from the kitchen.

I grin as I run to the front door, opening it wide. I eye the two boys as I observe their features quickly. The first guy has a bit of resemblence of David Beckham, which I find astonishing and weird. His hair is brown, styled back in a quiff, and his eyes are a warm chocolate brown too. His tight white shirt shows off his abs ; he really has a muscular figure. My eyes then trail to the guy standing next to him, whose eyes are the most purest shade of blue I've ever seen. His dyed blonde hair is also styled in a quiff, with a cute flower crown on the top of his head. My gaze lowers to their interlocking hands. My heart flutters, as I realize that they are most definitely together.

"Hi!" They say in unison.

"Hello! Please, come in." I smile, moving to the side.

Before I close the door, I spot Zayn getting out of his house then riding his motorcycle, and rushing off without acknowledging me.

I close the door quickly after that, when Harry calls my name from inside. I enter the living room to all of them laughing at something Harry said. Harry seems comfortable around them, not protective may I add. Maybe because they're gay?

"I'm Niall, this is Liam!" The blonde guy, Niall, puts his hand out.

I shake it then Liam's, "Nice to meet you!"

I sit down beside Harry on the couch across from them as Liam begins to explain, "So, we brought the contract you have to sign to agree on a few terms for your upcoming career. Darling, you're very talented! The judges did a good job choosing you, you killed it!" Liam grins.

"Thank you so much." I blush.

Niall passes the contract across the coffee table with a pen, "Just sign here, here and. . .here." Niall has a an accent that I can't put my tongue on. Scottish, maybe?

After he points where I should sign, I hold the pen and write down my signature.

"Great!" Niall smiles. "Now, there's only one thing you should know." Irish. Bingo.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, "What is it?"

Liam says, "You already know that we are going to be your coaches. We're going to train you for your first live performance. We studied ballet all our lives, and we're assigned to make you the best ballerina in the world."

Niall then adds to Liam's words. "All we're asking here is your full focus and attention. All your energy, and of course, your skills. Nothing more, nothing less. We gotta keep an eye on your health, on your body, on your dance moves, on your turns—everything."

A smile is by now formed on my lips, nodding my head vigorously. "I think we will be just alright. That sounds lovely."

Liam flashes me a perfect smile, and I slowly begin to turn to Harry's thoughtful looking face. He hasn't said a word ever since they showed up.