Dance Without Me | n.h

Chapter 2: Unwanted Introductions

Chapter 2:

I hear loud laughter as I walk towards the living room and I suddenly become extremely annoyed. If my mother dared to drag me here to introduce me to another one of her clients or Brook's fabulous new famous friend I will be beyond pissed. She knows my routine and how much I need to be practicing so this better be important. It probably isn't good that I'm so irritable right now and first impressions are very important to my mother. She likes to be on everyone's good side, well, if she wants something. I cannot even hide my pout as I march into the room. I feel everyone's eyes on me as I scan the seating area.

"You called?" I say to Brook in my most sarcastic tone as I wave my hand in the air and place one on my hip. Just as the words leave my mouth I turn my head to the right and notice five boys sitting on the couch. The laughter I heard before has now stopped and everyone is looking at me. I feel like an idiot for some reason. Probably because I am acting like one.

Brook and my parents are sitting on cushioned lounge chairs opposite a couch that sits the five teens. It takes me a moment but I clearly recognize them. It's One Direction. Well La Dee Frickin Da. I was never the type to obsess over anything like that and as the intellectual thinker I am, I much prefer reading a book than reading a tabloid. I just don't understand how some girls can become so attached to celebrities who don't even know they exist. I don't live under a rock though, I know who they are. Well, enough to know they are super famous and by the expectant look on their faces I can tell they are waiting for a teenage girl like me to flip out or something. As I laugh in my head at the thought of their huge egos I realize I am still standing with one hand in the air and one on my hip. It has been a good ten seconds of awkward silence before my mother finally speaks.

"Rosie, dear, so glad you could make it! Please sit down next to Brooklyn, hun, we need to talk with you girls." She puts on her brightest fake smile as she says this. By the look in her eyes and the way her jaw is tensed I can tell she is actually pretty pissed at me for my rude arrival. I duck my head and quickly make my way to the chair on the end next to Brook.

"Rosie, sweetheart, you haven't said hello to our guests. Go introduce yourself, dear." My mother speaks again. Oh yeah, she is pissed. I can tell by the overuse of pet names that she really wants to impress these overly confident and overly cologned teenagers. I smile at her, obviously annoyed yet again, and stand back up. The tension is palpable.

I take a few steps over to the couch and it takes the boys a moment to realize they need to stand up. Wow, cocky and dim.

"Hello, my name is Rosaline." I announce with as much of a pleasant tone as I can muster. I'm usually pretty good at faking excitement out of politeness but something about these boys makes it really damn hard. They haven't even done anything. It's actually probably just the fact that this is a stupid waste of my time to meet Brook's new famous friend that will probably stop talking to her in three weeks before I have to meet the next one.

The majority of what I know about them is names and faces. There are a couple songs I hear of theirs but I don't really like pop music. And obviously everybody has heard the name Harry Styles in the media. Sorry to the fans who think they are all equal blah blah blah but that's all I know at the moment.

The short haired boy who I believe is Liam, maybe Louis I can never tell, sticks his hand out and says "It's a pleasure miss. My name is Liam Payne." Yup, Liam. I shake his hand and he has a very professional and firm grip. His face lights up when he smiles though and I can't help but smile back. He is quite charming, I approve, on a strictly business basis, so far.

"Hi, um, Zayn Malik." The tan and incredibly gorgeous boy says. I knew his name though. Liam and Louis are the only ones that confused me. He seems kinda quiet. Not rude, however, just shy. I smile so he doesn't feel uncomfortable and shake his hand. He is okay I guess but I don't see why I'm trying to make it comfortable between us. I could care less honestly.