Missing (OneDirection)

Chapter 1

Hello! this is my first fanfic ok? I'm so sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, I can't spell to save my life. So here it goes! chapter one!

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CHAPTER 1




I flicker my eyes open and let out a yawn as a adjust my eyes to the lighting my my room. I sit up and stretch my arms letting them fall back to my side.

I turn to my clock. 10:15 am. Hmm I got to sleep in today yea!- WAIT, I had to be at the arena at 11:30 for hair and makeup.

"Shit!" I mumble to myself, how did I sleep through my alarm??

I toss my blankets off and run into the bathroom. I turn the water on in the shower, I rinse the sleep off my body and wash my hair as quickly as I can.

I hop out and put on a white crop top that says "dance" in pink and some back leggings-with apply little mascara since my stylist will do most of it.

I throw my never ending brown hair into a ponie-tail and grab my dance bag.

11:00am- the most important performance of my life and I was running late. Fantastic.

I grab the keys and rush out my hotel room. I and 12 other people in my age group all were selected to do some backup dancing for a wide selection if artist, such as: Beyonce, Carrie Underwood, Taylor Swift, R5 and some others.

Today I danced jazz backup for some band, I had no clue if the name.

I run to my car and throw my bag into the passenger seat. I pull out of the lot and head on the highway.

I should probably call my manager and tell him I'm running late..

I grab my phone and hit 2, he was in my speed dial. I bite my lip, for I knew that everyone else was already there and he would be mad that I "woke up late."

"CHLOE ROGERS!" My name echoes through the phone.

I wince at his tone of voice.

"Yes, Sir I didn't wake to my alarm and I'll be running a bit late." I explain nervously.

"You damn well be here before the rehearsal starts or you'll find yourself on the next plane back to London!" Zach's voice exclaims ending the call.

My heartbeat races at his words, the arena was only 5 miles from the hotel, but with security? It'll be a close call. I turned on the exit that will take me to the arena and made a left to the back lot. I hope I would make it in time! I grab my bag and run into the building as fast as I could.

I pull on the heavy doors and a breeze of cool air rushes on my face. I run to security and show them my pass. Chloe Rogers, 18yrs, br hair, lite br eyes, 5'3, 110 pounds, dancer. The security guard nods his head at my ID. He directs me down a long narrow hallway and tells me to take a left, go down two flights of stairs and it's the 5th door on the right.

I thank him and rush down the hallway where I take a left. My shoes squeak as I run down the hallway. Since the floor is covered in damp footprints my shoes are now all wet too. This will make it nearly impossible to do my turns later on.

The stairs are approaching, I turn to a near by clock. 11:27am. "Just sprint you'll make it." I tell myself.

I can hear obnoxious laughs coming from the bottom of the stairs, probably Zach laughing at how he'll decide to fire me.

The voices get closer and I hear footsteps rushing up the stairs. I make it down halfway down the first flight of stairs as 4 boys jog past me, laughing at each other.