Dance Lessons (ashton irwin fanfic)

Dance Lessons

"Hello Mrs. Dangler, how are you doing," the lady in the phone questioned. Another client. "I'm fine, thank you, and who is it that I will be teaching?"

"That's the thing," She sighed. "With this client, you are going to go to his place. Maybe, even go on tour with his band." I groaned, I hate doing clients like these. "Mrs. Jones, I don't think I can-"

"They'll pay 1M!" My eyes widened. 1M? People usually just pay around a thousand. "I'm in, totally," I exclaimed. I can buy flipping anything! Just kidding. Wait, what band, where at? "Where do they live?"

"Australia." Damn, I live in England. "Alright, are they picking me up?"

"Yes, two days from now around the afternoon." After that I thanked her and hung up. Well might as well try calling my ex-boyfriend. Better not. I hate him. Sorta. He left me for bloody fame. I'll text him.

To Harry: I think I'm having my big break. Sorry, I'm over you.

Yes, Harry Styles is my ex-boyfriend. Gemma was like my bestfriend, and we met through her. He's the only person I've "done it," with.

He was my only true love.