One Direction's Dancer

Flour and Water

“Okay from the top” The choreographer yelled.

He played the music and groaned.

“This isn’t going to work, we need more dancers. I am going to go speak with management, take five” He frowned as he walked off leaving Dani and I alone in the stadium.

“Where are the boys?” I asked.

“Backstage, they are in the lounge.” She said.

“Wanna surprise them?” I asked.

“Sure, what do you mean by surprise though?”

“Shock?” I questioned.

“Sounds good to me” She smiled deviously.

With that the two of us made our way back stage. Making our plan.

“Kitchen is in here” Dani said as she held open the door.

“perfect” I smiled, “I found these in the cleaners cupboard” I said holding up the red buckets in my hand.

The two of us went into the kitchen and I handed Dani a bucket.

“You fill it with water and I’ll find the flour” I said.

With that she went to the sink and filled her bucket with water, I opened up the largest cupboard in the kitchen to immediately find a stack of flour. What the hell does a stadium need flour for? They gonna make 20 cakes in between sets? That’s how much flour there is that they could do that!

“Okay, I’m done” Dani declares as she holds her bucket with ease.

She has much better upper body strength than I do, the flour is so much lighter.

I tipped the last of the flour into my bucket so it was filled it the top.

“Let’s go” I smiled at Dani cheekily.

We left the kitchen with our buckets, quickly and quietly making our way down the all to the Lounge. We had to make sure not to see anyone, because they would stop us unless it was Paul.

Carefully we rounded the corner and were in front of the lounge door. I looked at Danielle and she nodded back.

“3, 2, 1” She whispered and with that I turned the door knob and pushed open the door.

We ran in and Danielle threw the water all over the five boys that had their backs to us. They had been watching their singing coach. She noticed us but it was too late for her to even mumble a word. I heard girly screams leave the boys mouths. Before they could even turn around Dani and I had handfuls of flour and were throwing them at the boys rapidly making sure we got all of them covered.

I watched as Harry turned around and spotted me. He looked mad and shocked but once his eyes locked with mine a cheeky smirk appeared on his face. His curls were white from the flour and his face had smudges of it here and there. He was shirtless which I was just beginning to realize. He had water dripping down his abs making me stare. I couldn’t stop staring and after a few seconds I was beginning to regret it. I watched him come closer and closer and closer. My eyes still stuck to his chiseled abs. Suddenly I felt cold water run down my back and through my hair.

“HARRY” I squealed looking up at him with wide eyes.

He just smiled at me.

“You want a hug?” He asked looking down at his flour covered body.
“No thanks” I smirked.

“Oh but I think you do” He smirked back.

“No I really-”

He started moving closer and I knew I had to move quickly if I didn’t want to end up looking like a failed baking project.