Fame (1D)

Chapter Three

Chapter 3

"Yes, but do you like it honey?" My mom asked over a pot of boiling pasta.

"I love the music. But I won't be able to perform it without thinking of him."

"Honey, you never really told me why you guys aren't on speaking terms."

"There was a small incident. Nothing big." I lied.

"Nothing big? So it was just a small issue that caused you to get on a plane in the middle of the night and come home?"

"Mom, I'm not comfortable talking about it." I snapped, placing my cup down with more force than it needed.

"Alison, I'm not the bad guy here."

"Mom, maybe that's the problem. I don't know who the bad guy is, so I'm mad at everyone. Especially myself." I ranted. Right at that moment, my phone buzzed.

"You should answer it, Ali."

"Who is it?"I asked, pressing my lips together as she looked at the screen.

"It's Harry."

"Nope."

"Ali-"

"I'm not ready, mom. How am I supposed to explain this to him? 'Sorry I'm a selfish jerk, I left in the middle of the night because I don't know how to talk about my feelings'? How well do you think that would go?"

"Honey, if you don't talk to him soon, those texts are going to change from 'baby please answer' to just ignoring you. Which would you rather?"

"It would be a lot easier for me to be mad at him if he was ignoring me."

"Just think about calling him later. Okay?"

"Okay." I muttered as she kissed my forehead and turned back to her pasta.

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"Okay, you remember the counts? Just run through them with the counts and the lyrics." Jen said as I took my beginning pose. "One, two, three, four, five and six and at-ti-tude. One two, three and down, five and down, kick, prepare. One and TWO! Maybe we can... Tilt! Bend, tilt, turn. Both of us are thinking more than we really need, explode! And, times are changing, paute bouree, double and down, developee, down. Chene, aerial, hand hand and the light will go, left right. Stop the music! Stop!" Jen yelled over the music.

Jen had a strange way of teaching the dances. She would give me the choreography and counts, and then yell them at us while we were dancing. It was effective, don't get me wrong. But when you're running a routine and all you hear is Miss Jen's voice, it gets a bit annoying.

"Was it good?" I asked, staring at myself in the mirror.

"It was lovely. Are you ready to learn the chorus?" She asked. I nodded eagerly. "Ali, with some cleaning, you will be winning titles everywhere. Trust me." She smiled, and patted my back. "Okay. So your hands are both in the air? So you'll go left down, right down, passé jump, pencil turn jump, chene and just a floaty jump with your legs straight and sort of parallel. And that's one count of eight." She explained. I mirrored her movements, and grinned easily. I knew this would be a repeated action in this dance. "Everytime the music goes 'Something in the way that I'm feeling about me loosing you.' Will be that sequence. Alright?"

"Alright."

"Okay. From the top. Miranda? Music please. Tabi? Call in Giordy and Ave." Jen ordered, and when the music began I lost myself in it.

"Ali? Your phone's been going off like crazy." Avery said as soon as I was finished. She handed it to me and I scrolled down the lock screen, looking at who had texted me. Liam, Harry, Niall, Josh, Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, Josh, Liam, Camila, Paul, Kate from Management, Harry, Mom. All in the past ten minutes. I sighed as I dialled my mom.

"Hello?"

"Hey mom, it's me. Any reason that I've gotten nearly 20 texts in the past ten minutes?"

"I have no idea honey. Have you opened them?"

"No. I just finished my private."

"What are you girls doing now?"

"We're running their solos twice then working on trio."

"Is this making you happy?"

"It would make me more happy if people stopped texting me."

"Check them, honey. It's probably important."

"Bye mom, love you." I said before hanging up. There was no way I could face the boys yet.



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Eventually curiosity got the best of me, and when I was sitting in the backseat of Giordy's blue minivan I decided to open them. I opened Liam's message folder first. 'Hey kid.' 'How are you holding up?' 'H says he's sorry.' I sighed and moved on to Niall's. 'call me!! xxoxox'. I sighed and shook my head at Niall's over enthusiasm. I then opened Louis'. 'Miss you so much A call me asap x'. I sighed. It wasn't often that Louis was serious. And it seemed like I was doing a lot of sighing back here. 'how are you holding up?' That one was from Zayn.

Well, if I wasn't going to reply to all the boys why would I just reply to one? Paul had sent me a simple 'hey doll, call me' Camila had sent me 'you ok?'. My mother just wanted to know how it was going and Kate had just told me to call her. That left Harry and Josh- both were definitely mad at me.

I decided that Josh's would be easier to handle- since I'm not in love with Josh. 'Ali sorry for getting mad on the phone, please don't be mad at me' 'I'll call you at 10 k?' I looked at the clock- it was only 9:15. I had time to mentally prepare for the wrath of Josh that was surely going to come.