The Dreamer

The offer

Harry's POV

Watching Amelia dance is like watching an angel. All she needs is a halo and she really could pass as an angel. With her long, shiny brown hair, blue eyes and tanned skin she looks perfect. Although she is short she makes up for it with her loud voice and her bubbly personality.

When she finished dancing we all clapped, I even let out a whistle. She takes her hands away from her face and diverts her attention to us. She looks frightened but I don't understand why. She is an incredible dancer. I think she just needs some confidence.

Amelia's POV

"What did you think?" I use all the courage I could muster to ask that. I can feel my knees shaking and my bottom lip is trembling. I stare at them. Well actually I'm staring at Harry. I only really seem to care about what he thinks, which I don't understand since I have always been a Liam girl. There is just something about him, it makes me curious. I'm not normally the sort of person to look into things but I need to know what makes Harry different.

"It was awesome Amelia!" "Absolutely brilliant!" "You're so talented." They all say at once. "A bloody Ripper!" Niall shouts in an Aussie accent, trying to make fun of me. "We don't even talk like that. Ever since that stupid 'crocodile Dundee' movie came out a billion years ago the whole world thinks we have kangaroos as pets, crocs walking the streets and that we talk with that accent. But guess what, we don't!" I realize what I said as soon as it came out. Uh-oh! Now they probably think I'm some diva drama queen that does that all the time. But to my surprise they start laughing. "Honestly Amelia, I know I've only known you for 20 minutes but I did not expect that from you. Not that it was much but you seem so shy and you stood up for yourself. I'm a very proud Irishman right now." Niall says with a smile. I furrow my brow in confusion but let it smooth out with a giggle escaping my lips.

Jut then the door opened and the rest of my dance class walked in. They all screamed when they saw One Direction. I joined them at one side of the room when thy were stretching. I stretched too, even though I did it before and was fully warmed up.

"Class, as you know One Direction and Simon came here to watch the class. But they have just informed me that will not be necessary a they have already made their decision." Maya said. I wonder who will get picked. I wish I started dance here a few weeks ago instead of last week so I could have auditioned. Not that I would get picked anyway.

Then Simon stands up to speak. "After discussing this with the boys, we discovered we all wanted the same girl to be the backup dancer. And that girl is... Amelia!" I think I'm going crazy, I thought he said my name. Honestly what is wrong with me. "Amelia please stand up and come up the front." Holy crap he did say my name. I nervously stand up and walk over to where the boys are standing. I purposely squeeze into the space between Harry and Niall. Harry leans in and whispers into my ear. "Congratulations beautiful." Did he just say beautiful? Okay I am officially losing it. I look at the faces of the other dancers. Some look happy for me and some look really pissed off. That made me realize. I'm only 16 and I just moved here. There is no way in all hell I will be able to do this. I feel tears starting to form and my eyes are stinging. I bite my lip and try to fight back the tears. Unsuccessful, they start to drip down my cheeks. That is it, I'm gone.

I run out the door, making it slam behind me. I run to the girls change rooms, sit on a bench and cry. I want to do this. I really, truly do. I just can't. Maybe if I tell them about...No! I can't tell them. What will Harry think. Wait, why do I care what he thinks? Oh this is very confusing.

I hear the door open but I don't care. "Amelia, are you okay?" It's Maya. "I d-don't know!" I say between sniffles. My eyes hurt like mad from the crying but I honestly don't give two shits. "Listen to me Amelia. They chose you because you are so talented. You are taking senior classes at only 16. You put so much emotion into your dances that it looks real. I know what is wrong with you and I understand why you're crying. But please just think about this opportunity." What is she talking about. She can't possibly know why I am so scared to even think about this opportunity to be their backup dancer. "What are you talking about Maya. What do you know?" I wipe my nose on my arm. Disgusting I know, but I don't have a tissue. " I know about your disorder Amelia." Shit she does know. She knows about my anxiety and depression disorder. "Maya, I can't just forget about my disorder. It affects my life. There are so many things I can't do because of it and this is one of them. I really want to do this but I can't." I wonder what the boys are thinking right now. I wonder what Harry thinks. Oh my god what if he thinks I'm a weirdo. "They're really worried about you. Especially Harry." She added with a wink. A Wink, a stupid bloody wink. Harry is worried!

Then I hear a voice from behind the door. It's Harry. By now I have stopped crying, I must look horrible. "Amelia, are you okay darling?" Harry says. I walk over to the door and open it a crack. " I'm fine Harry." Maya pushes past me and leaves the room. She whispers something to Harry making him smile, then walking off. I walk out of the room and sit on a bench next to the door. Harry sits beside me. I don't look at him but I can feel his eyes watching me.

"Harry can I ask a question?" I look into his eyes, hoping he will say yes. "Of course you can, even though that was a question." "Why did I even get chosen? You wanted a senior and I'm only 16. Besides, I didn't even audition.

"We picked you because you fit the role perfectly. We wanted a senior for their skill level not age. And we counted your dancing before as an audition. Every other girl would be leaping at this opportunity. Why aren't you?"

"I'm not like other girls Harry. Not even close."