My party last night went really well. I had so much fun just being with my closest friends.
Today is one of my last classes at my curent dance studio. I have 3 more after this one. I've applied to many dance colleges, mostly in New York. But the one that is in London, is the one I want to make the most. And I still have to tell my mom about it. Sydney's parents are okay with it, my mom not so much.
As soon as I got out of the shower I threw on some dance clothes and headed out the door. I'm stuck in traffic. It's 9:00am and class starts in 5 minutes. I knew I was gonna be late, I just hope my instructor understands.
By the time I got to the studio it was 9:17am. I rushed out of my car while grabbing my dance bag. As soon as I got to the front entrance the door flung open and knocked me over.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there." I heard the sexiest british accent say.
"I'm alright." I said rubbing my head.
"Are you sure? Here let me help you up." He said.
I looked up into his beautiful green eyes and grab his hand. He helped me up. Still holding my hand he spoke up.
"I'm Harry by the way." He chuckled a bit.
"I'm Kelsea. I'm sorry but I have to get going. I'm already late for class." I said picking up my bag and pushing threw the door.
*After dance class*
"That was a great class. Good luck on college applications! I hear they will be sending out acceptance letters soon." My instructor squealed as I walked out of the studio.
"Hey! It's Kelsea right?" I heard a familiar british accent say.
"Yeah, Harry right?" I questioned. And he nodded.
"Wait a second. You're from that band... Uh, One Direction!" I realized as wee walked out the front entrance.
"Yeah, not a fan?" He asked stopping walking.
"Sorry. I don't really have time to be anything but a dancer and student." I laughed and so did he.
"It's alright. So I was wondering.." he started before being interupted.
"Hey Haz, we are going to Nandos. Do you want to come?" A blond hair boy asked.
"Um, no thanks. I'll see you lads later." Harry said and they nodded and walked off.
"So, do you want to hang out sometimes?" He asked.
"Sure." I smiled. "How about now? We can watch a movie or something." I suggest.
"Sounds great."
"Alright, lets go to my place so I can change." I laughed and so did he.
We hopped into my car and drove home. We made small talk on the way. Honestly it was kind of weird. I just meant this guy and I'm sitting in my car with him driving to my house..
"I'll be right back." I said walking into my room to change out of my dance clothes.
I threw on a pair of Nike Pros and a Love PINK sweatshirt. I put my hair into a ponytail the walked back out to see Harry looking at my family photos hung up on the wall.
"Where's you dad in all these pictures?" He asked
"Oh um, my parents divorced when I was 13. I haven't seen him since and my mom took all the photos down that had him in it." I sighed.
"Oh I'm sorry for asking. But I understand how you feel." He comforts.
"Really how?" I ask curiously
