Dancing with the Boys (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 11: A Half Ballet Dance

Hi everyone! The Selena's performance is over there, and so is the girls' outfit.

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The next morning, I woke up to Rachel tickling me. After scrambling out of bed and eating breakfast, the crew and the boys lazed in the living room. We seemed to spend most of our time there, when we didn’t have anything to do.

Which was quite often.

Isabel flipped pages in the Book and announced nothing for the day. I actually groaned, even if it was a performance at least it would have been fun, something to look forward to.

“How about we— ” began Louis.

“NO,” Zayn, Liam, Niall and Harry said together.

I heaved a sigh. I stared out the window and began to imagine what I would do if a murderer walked in. Die, I supposed. The ringing of the purple telephone interrupted my thoughts.

Alexia, who was closest, reached across and answered. “Selena? Oh, hello.”

“Mhm. When? November sixteenth? Um…” She began motioning to Isabel.

Isabel dragged out the Book again and turned to that page. She nodded to Alexia.

“Yes, we’re free then. Yes, we’d love to. Tomorrow? Okay. Alright, bye.” She hung up and scribbled a number on a piece of paper.

I looked over at her and raised an eyebrow.

“Apparently, Selena Gomez wants us to dance at one of her performances on November sixteenth. And she asked us to meet her tomorrow to talk about rehearsals and costumes and such,” Alexia replied.

“Sixteenth…” I mused, “That’s one week from now, isn’t it?” I asked.

Isabel nodded. “Alexia, I don’t suppose you can call Selena back and ask her if we can meet today instead? The boredom is killing me,” I requested.

Alexia nodded and dialed the number she’d scribbled earlier. After a few minutes, she hung up.

“She said yes, at one at Starbucks,” Alexia reported.

I glanced at the time and nodded. “Avalon, you’ll come with me. After all, you’ll need to hear about the costumes and things like that.” Avalon nodded.

“Can I come?” Niall piped up.

The girls and I looked at him questioningly. “What? I always wanted to meet Selena Gomez.”

“And it just so happens to be a coincidence that she’s Justin Bieber’s girlfriend right?” asked Rachel, an amused smile on her face.

Niall simply grinned around at us.

“Alright, you can come,” I laughed.

Time passed extremely slowly until quarter to one arrived. I stepped out of my room, went downstairs and grabbed my keys.

“Avalon, Niall, time!” I shouted.

Niall came rushing down the stairs. “Don’t leave me!” he cried.

“Calm down, Nialler, we’re not,” I told him, smiling at his worried face.

Avalon came down a second after. I grabbed my handbag and we went in the garage.

I started the engine and drove off. Niall kept bouncing up and down in the backseat for the entire drive.

“You do know Justin’s not going to be there, right?” asked Avalon.