𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 ♥︎ 𝑶𝒓𝒍𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 (The Next Step)

𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 ♥︎ 2

Orla watched in horror as Kate and Lucien argued in the office, watching, suddenly, as Kate and Phoebe's faces turned froms looks of fury to looks of fear.

Then Kate shook Lucien's hand.

"Why is Miss Kate shaking his hand?" Orla spoke in a panic.

"I don't know but whatever this 'decision' was, I don't think Miss Kate had a choice," Chloe piped up.

"If we're gonna lose the studio, we're gonna go out with a fight."

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The music started in the music room and Orla instantly felt her body become more relaxed, as well as the fact that she was standing right next to James as they started to dance a duet.

"Right now Orls and I are working on a dance for my Aunt Kathy's wedding," James smiled. "It's got some pretty sweet choreo in it and I know everyone's gonna go crazy when they see us dance together."

James lifted Orla up and spun her, both feeling so free in that moment.

"James thinks working on the dance will be a fun distraction from all the drama at the studio right now, and I really hope he's right," Orla's lips tensed into a smile.

They both smiled as they started to do a section of synchronised choreo together, both hitting every move.

I need you now I'm alone and I'm wasting away without you...

Orla spun and spun as James flipped round her, then they both slowed down, going back to choreo.

You're my sun, my stars, my everything

You're the reason I can move this way

"I've always loved to dance, and especially with Orl, it's always better with her, so I couldn't be happier," smiled James.

Orla spun up into his arms as they executed another lift, then he flipped as she got down and they finished together, holding each other, panting.

"Wow! We need to work on that!" James exclaimed as the music faded out.

"Just a little bit," agreed a panting Orla, looking down.

"What's the matter?" James asked her.

She sighed, looking up at him. "I'm just really worried."

"Worried?" James frowned.

"Yes, James, worried! You know that word that never applies to you?" Orla joked slightly. "Mr 'Don't Even Worry About It'?"

James chuckled slightly, moving closer to his girlfriend and hugging her. "No, but seriously, Orls, you don't need to be worried."

Orla sighed. "There's something else," she mumbled into his shoulder.

James pulled back, putting a finger gingerly under her chin and lifting it so she looked at him. "What else?"

"Just... I just don't know what I'm gonna do about Ems," Orla sighed. "I hate to say it, but I... I don't think her knee's gonna get any better before Internationals, and... I guess..."