The Bradford Bunhead: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Catching Up

Katie's POV

I walked out of the concert hall and into the streets. I walked to my apartment, which was only three blocks away.. I dropped my abgs down and fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up three hours later and showered and changed for dance class. I put on a pair of yoga pants and a tshirt. I slipped a pair of Toms on. I walked to the dance studio, two blocks away.

It was days like this when I wish I had a car. I did have a car, back in Bradford. I think I will pick it up this weekend, and drive it back here.

I arrived at the dance studio and put my bags in my office at the back of the studio. I put on my pointe shoes, because I was teaching some of the older girls.

I walked in and clapped to get their attention. We did stretching and warm-up exercises. I demonstrated the combination I had made up and they mirriored my movements. We spent the hour perfecting the full piece we had just completed.

I had to teach two more classes for kindergarten age kids, and in an hour, we were able to teach them through sixth position.

After the last class, I packed up and went home. It was five o'clock by the time I got home.

I took another shower and changed into a navy and white polka dot sun dress and white gladiator sandals. It was not too warm outside, but I was not about to put a jacket over the cutest outifit ever. I dried my hair and let it fall to my shoulders. I clipped a silver Tiffany heart around my neck and grabbed my beige and plaid purse on my way out the door.

I walked to the concert hall.

Zayn's POV

I waited patiently, well, as patiently as I could. I was sitting on the edge of a couch, bouncing my leg, when a knock sounded, I jumped up and answered the door. Aria stood there smiling at me. Her dark,dark brown, almost black, hair spilled onto her shoulders and she had only a little makeup. She looked natural, beautiful.

"Hey! Can I come in?"

"Definitely." I said. The boys were at soundcheck, but I had done it earlier so I could talk with Aria.

I sat down, but Aria went to the refrigerator at the other end of the room. "What have you knuckleheads got to drink around here?" I smiled at her comment. She always had the weirdest words.

She looked around, and I got a good look at her. Her legs were long, and really toned from her dancing. She looked strong, but not freakishly strong. Her face was flawless.

Her grandfather had immigrated from Italy to Bradford for work, so she had mixed heritage as well. An English mother and Italian father, but she inherited her father's italian looks. She had tan Italian skin that looked good with her dark hair. She smiled and her white teeth shone against her skin. She took a sip of some water she had acquired from the refrigerator.

She walked to the couch I had been sitting on. I sat down next to her.

"So you didn't try out for the London Ballet? I thought you would." I said

"And  i did. I didn't make it."

"Oh my god! Why?" I was absolutely stunned. She was a dancer. She had the passion and the drive.

"I have great feet, but not a great body. That's what they told me at least." She said with a frown. I knew that was her dream. Aria was absolutely beautiful. SHe was skinny and toned, but not as stick thin and had more curves than the ballerina you see on stage, and I felt bad that she could not reach her dream.