I Want To Be Loved By You-A Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 1

Meredith's P.O.V.

“And releve one, two, three, four, come down, five six, seven, eight. Plie through, reverence. Alright, thank you ladies. I’ll see you after break,” my dance teacher Rose says calmly. She curtsies to our class as we return the dismissal and gather our things. We have just finished our last dance class before winter break and we begin to gather our things. I’ve been in the studio for hours, going through tap, jazz, modern, tumbling, hip-hop, conditioning, and last but not least, pointe. My long, dark, wavy hair is twisted into a loose bun on top of my head, held back with a wide gray head band. I have on a bright purple-pink sports bra and black bootie shorts. I had carefully pre-wrapped and taped my feet and ankles before putting on my pointe shoes, and I begin to peel the tape off my long, naturally tanned legs before leaving the studio.

                “Meredith,” Rose says, kneeling down next to me, “I need your help.”

                “Yes?” I ask, continuing to pull tape off my legs.

                “Well, I have a group of boys coming in for some dance and conditioning classes, and they’re so busy that the only time they could make it work was during our break. Do you think you could come in and help me? There are only five boys, and they’re not much older than you.” I sigh, as I was truly looking forward to completely doing nothing for the next 3 weeks of our break. But I know Rose is counting on me, and I couldn’t turn her down.

                “Sure, Rose. No problem. When is their first class?”

                “Oh, about that. It’s tonight, from 5 until 10. But I won’t be able to be there. My daughter, Grace, you know? She has something at school. Do you think you could handle it?” she pleads. Although I’m unsure about whether or not my 15 year old, 5’4” self could handle 5 boys who were older than me, I consent.

                “Yeah, Rose, I got it. Have fun with Grace.” As Rose quickly gathers her things and rushes out of the studio, calling her thanks, I call my mom to let her know I’ll be a little late getting home and look up at the clock. It’s 4:45, so there’s not enough time for me to leave the studio, even though I’ve been here since 7:00 this morning. I decide to pull on my bright red, paper-thin cardigan and sit on the curb outside the studio. Since I just bought new pointe shoes, I start to break them in by pounding them on the sidewalk. I sat down by the door and pressed the box of the shoes in the door frame. Just as I was getting ready to go back into the studio, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I pause the music running through my earbuds and look up. None other than Harry Styles has just tapped my shoulder, with the rest of the One Direction behind him.

                “Did they look a little too new?” he asks with laughter evident in his voice as he raises one eyebrow.