Dancing with the Boys (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 9: After Joy Comes Sorrow

Two weeks have come and gone. During those two weeks, I worked with the crew and the boys on our live performance. And it was exceedingly difficult.

We could start with the fact that, Harry had bad posture, so I got Katie to work on it with him since I didn’t want to do it. It’s still not the best, but it’s better than it was before. Louis was the laziest human being I’d ever met. He would do the dance once, then refuse to get up from the floor, claiming that the unicorn wouldn’t let him up unless I gave him a carrot. Zayn kept insisting he couldn’t dance, until I finally managed to make him move and found out he actually could dance. 

Niall on the other hand, got hungry almost after every rehearsal. Because of him, we know have a mini fridge and a huge bag of snacks in the studio. Liam’s doing well, and always tries to get the boys to dance, because he’s afraid they’ll make a mistake onstage. 

The dance on the other hand, was rather complicated. My gut told me not to make it hard but my head told me to make it hard, because the harder and more complicated it is, the more amazing it looks. Sure, you could make a simple dance and it would look good, but if you throw in thousands of flips; it looks hard, and if you pull it off, everyone thinks you’re amazing. 

I had the boys doing mostly simple steps and us girls doing more of the flips, because I didn’t want them to lose breath while they were singing. Isabel managed to book the performance at Madison Square Garden, so that was even better. The more publicity, the better. The costumes were coming along, so that was good. 

All in all, things were running quite smoothly. The performance was the day after tomorrow, and I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Because of the girls, my dance partner was Harry, and I was terrified. In the dance, there’s a part where all the girls have to run towards their partners, leap into their arms, and their partner would push them up into the air, as the ending. 

I was scared Harry would drop me. Accidentally, no. Purposefully, yes. Not that I didn’t trust him, but… okay, I didn’t trust him. I mean, he’s Harry, and I’m Lilah. Need I say more? 

I stared up at the ceiling and gave a frustrated sigh. I’d woken up about half hour ago, and lay here thinking about the dance. Any minute now one of the girls would come in my room and drag me out of bed. A knocking on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Lilah!” cried Avalon.

“What?!”

“Oh, you’re up! Good, get out here, we’re hungry!”

I gave a dying whale noise and got out of the nice, warm, soft, inviting, comfortable bed, and stomped to the door and yanked it open. “Can’t you cook today?”

Avalon raised her eyebrows at me. “You want me to cook?”

I rubbed my eyes and realized what I was saying. “Never mind,” I mumbled and began walking towards the kitchen. I began to make breakfast and set it out on the counter. Niall walked in, greeted Avalon and me, and began eating at once. 

“Are you ever not hungry?” I asked, bewildered by the amount he ate every single day. 

“Once, I wasn’t hungry,” he replied.

“When?” I asked curiously.

“After eating vegemite toast. That didn’t go down too well.”

I gave a small laugh. One by one, the crew and boys began filing in. After breakfast, we all sat in the living room. “Anything today?” I asked Isabel.

She pulled out the book and flipped to today’s date. “Woah! Today’s the day we get to rehearse at Madison Square Garden!”

My head shot up. “You’re kidding!”