Overwhelmed
(Hi! I wrote this one quite a while ago as well. It is kinda carrot-y at some points but other than that yeah)
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Prologue
It takes a lot for me to get overwhelmed. I made it through countless dance injuries, a car accident, several broken hearts and my dog dying. I considered myself to be a strong person. Kinda anyways. I always internalized everything and when I would step onstage that’s when I would let everything go. It was just my way of dealing with things. What I didn’t know was that if I internalized everything, let everything get to me that one day I would snap; and I did. What led to it? Could it be finding out that the guy I thought was going to be the love of my life was going back to London with his band mates? Was it my best friends boyfriend telling me that he loved me accept I didn’t love him back? I don’t know what it was. Or was it everything else that was going on in the dance world like the girl that had the solo breaking her leg and me having to step in when I of course wasn’t that good. Or at least I didn’t think it was that good. Everything just piled up and piled up and piled up. And what did I do about it? Nothing. I got overwhelmed. Could I fix it? I don’t know. How about we go back a bit though? Back to the beginning where I met this so called love of my life. His name was Liam James Payne and he happened to be a member of One Direction.
Chapter One (Courtney)
“Don’t stab me with a bobby pin for God sakes! It hurts!” My best friend Lacey yelled at me while I was putting her hair into a bun. Her hair was so thick it was hard to do and took about fifty million bobby pins to stick it up. I was always jealous of her hair; long and blonde and straight all the time. She didn’t even need a flat iron. I on the other had needed one. My hair was wavy and a dark brown color. She told me she wanted my hair because it was wavy and somewhat thick so it was easier to put in a bun. I hated it. There were days I wanted to shave it all off but I really didn’t want to be the weird ballerina that chopped all her hair off. After all I was pretty unique looking. Dark blue eyes, long brown hair, curves that Lacey said made the guys swoon. I didn’t really like my hips though. They were big and wide and they prevented me from getting my leg past 120 degrees for dance. “Courtney, please don’t tear my hair out.”
“Huh?” I said. I was so lost I thought that I didn’t notice how tight her bun was. I quickly stuck the hairnet over it and pinned it. She was done. “Oh sorry. Have you seen my body suit?”
She got up off of my vanity chair and checked her bun. “On the dryer.”
We shared an apartment together in New York just across the street from Central Park and two blocks away from the theatre where we danced every night. Being in the NY Conservatory meant the world to me. 15 years of dance got me here. I danced from the age of three and a half and it was like it was in my blood. It felt like it was. I couldn’t imagine life without it.
I walked down the hallway to the laundry room to grab it when my phone rang. I quickly picked it up.
“Hello sweetheart.” My dad said to me.
I was surprised to hear from him because my mom and him were always on business trips with the Oil and Gas Company they worked for. “Hi Daddy, what’s up?”
“Well we just wanted to tell you that you’re mother and I are coming to see you dance tonight.”
My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe it. They were in town? I didn’t even know. It meant the world to me that they were actually coming. “Are you serious Dad? Is Mom there too?”
“Hi honey! And yes we are serious. Front row seats. We are so excited to see you.” My Mom’s cheery voice came from the background. I was clearly on speaker phone.
