Dance Again (Dancing Styles Sequel)

Chapter 33

(A/N) Hello lovelies (: 

So before I jump into the FINAL CHAPTER (guys, I'm like about to cry. This is it. Like... forreals. So it'll be pretty long, I hope.. *fingers crossed* ) I just wanted to talk about Dancing Styles really quickly. 

Yes, the story was taken down. I posted a message about that. I WAS able to get in contact with wattpad, and the guy was quick to respond. Unfortunately, when he posted all of the "deleted chapters", he gave me back everything BUT Dancing Styles. So I've contacted them again in hopes of the story being reposted. Fingers crossed again, I hope it works this time. 

Thank you for your concerns regarding the story go. It's really nice to know you guys care so much :P 

I'm sorry I haven't posted or anything like I said I would, I was just really really pissed off about the story being taken down, I couldn't focus on writing anything /: 

Oh and by the way the Great Gatsby sountrack is honestly the most perfect thing that I have ever listened to and I can't stop listening to it like, seriously, it's on repeat right now and oh goooooooodness. I love Amy Winehouse more than life, but Beyonce and Andre 3000's cover of Back to Black is phenominal, and just great. 

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~*Bella's POV*~

I had never felt more nervous in my life. James and I had been together every moment we could, going over the routine over and over and over and over again. It didn't feel like enough though. This was the deciding moment for my entire future. My dance career relied on this moment. Being Harry Styles' daughter, I could get a dance job anywhere, no matter what, but I wanted to do this myself. 

I wanted to prove that I was good enough. That I didn't need my name to get me anything. I was a good dancer, a DAMN good one, and I needed everyone to realize that. 

"You okay?" James' voice pulled me out of my thoughts, back to this moment. 

Right. The most important moment of my life. I should probably be paying a little bit more attention. 

My eyes skimmed over myself one last time in the mirror, taking in every detail of the two of us. We looked great, honestly. I mean, I took a lot of pride in my appearances, and tonight, I looked especially good. My hair was relatively loose, which Miss Thompson argued against but I insisted. I had half of it braided and pinned back, with the other half in loose, sexy curls. My makeup was a little more dramatic than normal, harsher blush, brighter red lipstick, a more bold smokey eye with cats eye liner. I was wearing a black low cut halter top sort of thing, that was stretchy enough I could move in. a pair of black hot pants, with black fishnet patterned tights, and black dance shoes.

The outfit certainly drew your attention to me, and I liked that. Tonight was supposed to be all about catching everyone's attention. We had to be the best that we could possibly be.