Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Taken

THREE MONTHS LATER---

"And a 1 and a 2 and a 3 and a 4." Our choreographer counted us in and we began the number from the top, again.

My hair whipped into my face as I flew through the steps along to the beat Marcus, our choreographer, was counting aloud. The few other dancers and I moved in sync to the beat keeping up with each other's pace. As I moved my body I heard a door slam across the studio and Marcus called for us to stop.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but you can't be in here during rehearsals."

"It's okay I'm a part of the band. The lads and I wanted to run one number real quick so we can get a feel of it with the dancers before we leave for the tour." my heart skipped a beat when a familiar raspy voice answered.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you. Sure we can do that. Girls? We're going to run a number with the boys come over her and meet them." He waved us over.

"OMG! I can't believe we're finally getting to meet them!" Lila squealed.

"Yay." I said sarcastically pulling my hair up into a messy bun with the elastic in my wrist.

"Just because Harry dumped your lame arse doesn't mean you can take the fun from us too." She snapped back.

"Whatever." I adjusted the loose sweatshirt I was wearing over my sports bra.

"Ladies I would like you to meet Harry, Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Liam." All five boys smiled weakly and waved as Marcus introduced them. Laura had told me that the boys' management had been the one to set up the motion for having dancers for the boys. They had thought that because they boys didn't dance that having someone else do it then it would add to the show. The whole thing was a huge controversy because it didn't seem to be something that worked for One Direction. Just having the boys was enough.

Management disagreed, but agreed to have a sort of trial period set up. At the end of the first leg of the tour fans could vote in whether they thought having dancers as part of the show worked for the boys or not. All of the boys except Harry were against the idea if having backup dancers, but agreed to try it out for the fans. "Lads I would like you to meet Lila, Mackenzie, Meg, Sasha, and-"

"Abigail." Harry finished for him.

"Yes, Abigail. I take. It you two know each other then?"

"Yeah, we do." I said coldly.

"Great, then you two can be partners for our routines then!" Marcus clapped his hands together clearly pleased with himself.

I met Harry's eyes which were shinning brightly. He smiled hopefully and I looked away. Harry and I would be dancing together for a total of 128 shows plus if they decided to add more. Perfect.
"Alright! Now let's run Kiss You shall we?"
I bit my bottom lip as I stood in the center next to Harry. Before we had practiced with other backup dancer boys on this. Marcus stood in front and began counting us in. The boys sang without music as we began the routine. Harry would occasionally sneak me cheeky smiles which I ignored. This was going to be a long nine months.

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The chilly February air nipped at my cheeks and nose as I walked out of the building. A few stray pieces of hair blew into my face and I attempted to push them back into my bun with one hand. The other was clenched around the strap of my sports bag.

"Abigail, wait up!" I sighed at the sound of Harry's voice.

"What?" I turned to face him hiking up my sweatshirt to cover my exposed shoulder.

"I wanted to aak you something." He stopped a few feet away from where I stood.

"Ask."

"Can we start over? As friends? I mean we can't avoid each other for the next nine months can we?"

I contemplated his suggestion in my head. He was right. I knew I was being a child for acting the way I did and it was unfair to not only him, but everyone else as well. Even though they had split seeing the video of him kissing Taylor on New Year's had crushed me. I still felt stupid for having feelings for him, but couldn't help myself.

I sighed,"You're right. Friends?"

"Friends."

"I'll see you tomorrow then." I turned to walk to my car, but was held back when Harry grabbed my arm.

"Thank you." He whispered and then let go walking back into the building.

The walk across the parking lot to the
Range Rover I was renting was cold and quiet. I missed my Mercedes which was back home in the States. I had returned home after I accepted the job offer from One Direction management and my car went along with me. I flew in only a week ago to begin rehearsals for the upcoming tour and my car stayed behind. It wasn't practical to bring it here and drive it in the winter. Along with the fact that we would be flying for the most of the beginning of the tour while the busses were being readied. So my baby had to stay home in a garage while I explored the world.

I tossed my bag into the passenger seat and pulled out my phone dialing my mum's number as I started the car to warm it up. She picked up after a few rings.

"Hello?"

"Hey mum! It's me, thought I'd check in. How's everything?"

"Olivia! I'm glad you called I've been wanting to talk to you, but haven't had the chance since you left."

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well, your father and I were talking and we think that it's best of after this tour that you come back." She said hesitantly.

"When you say come back do you mean-"

"I mean live as Olivia not Abigail. Please, come back and live your old life not this fake one you made as a cover for your real identity." She interrupted.

"I don't know mum. I really love what I'm doing."

"Olivia, please. Last time you were here you were complaining about how much you missed having a normal life. Well, I'm offering you a way out."

"Can I just think about this and call you back later?"

"Sure hon. Just know your father and I are going to do everything we can to het you back as Olivia. Not Abigail." She ended the call with that.