-Jade's P.O.V.-
"Why are we here again?" Asked Cher for the hundredth fucking time. "Because Cher, we need to set up positions." Answered Alondra.
"Okay, Jade you stand on the right. That's for the beginning of the show. You will pop up from underneath along with the other girls."
I nodded and stood on the big x. "Jesy, you stand on the far left in the front." Alondra kept going until we were all in place. "Okay now you will start with the first part in the position you guys are in. When it gets to the chorus, girls on the right, shift to the left. Girls on the left shift to the right. As you can see when you do that, there is a huge space in between you all, it gives you space to move."
We nodded and for the rest of the day kept rehearsing. "Okay girls. Good enough but as you know it will be a lot different on stage." Alondra said.
"Now go on. Go home." She said shooing us away. I grabbed my bag and put in my water bottle. As I was about to leave, I was stopped by Cher.
"Jade, just because you might not like Harry, I know he will leave again for you. I hate you so fucking much and I'll do anything to do to keep both of you apart." She said through gritted teeth.
"Listen Cher. I know that you hate because of that reason but chill. You know I don't like Harry you said it yourself. Stop wasting your time on me." I muttered and walked away.
-Jesy's P.O.V.-
Niall and I were just eating at a fast food and paparazzi were taking pictures from outside. All this is getting so annoying and the hate just keeps rolling in.
I'm not a gold digging whore. I love Niall for Niall. C'mon he's Niall. The boy is adorable. I love him.
"Don't pay attention to them beautiful." Niall said. I smiled at him and leaned in to peck his lips. "I won't."
"So are you excited for the tour?" He asked. "Yes! I am. I can't wait to travel around the world. Alos dancing on stage in front of thousands of people makes me feel so accomplished. I can't imagine how you feel though."
"Yeah, it's pretty amazing. Though the fact that I have to be away from family makes me a bit sad but knowing that I'm doing it because I love it makes it all better. Plus the fans and the boys and now you." He said.
I smiled at the end. He is just wonderful.
"You finished?" Niall pointed to my empty tray. I nodded and we got up throwing away the food, going outside to the paparazzi filled streets.
"Niall, is she your new girlfriend?"
No shit sherlock. People these days.
"Jesy, is it true your only datinghim for publicity?"
"You only want the money don't you?"
"How are you dealing with all the hate?"
"Are you worried you'll break up soon?"
All these questions have been thrown at me and I so badly wanted to scream at all of them. Luckily, we made it to the car before I could.
"Don't listen to them." Niall kept repeating. I just nodded and we drove back to my place.
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"Score Jesy, you're dating Niall." Luna said. I was skyping her since I haven't seen her in a while. "Yeah I am but it's not for fame or anything. I love the guy. He's sweet and nice. Funny too so that's a bonus." I replied.
"Yeah. It seems like he really makes you happy." She smiled. "He does." I told her. "I'm glad. It's nice to know you're not locking yourself in your room. You're finally going out and have a boyfriend. You're about to tour the world in a few weeks and....you....you made it. You're living you dream."
"I am. I'm finally doing something I love, I'm with someone I love. Really I couldn't ask for better." I told her.
"That's nice. Well I gotta feed the horses and you need sleep. Goodnight." She said.
"Bye." I shut off my laptop and put in on the bedside table.
I quickly changed into my pjs and hit the bed. The hay. The sack. Okay I'm done, sorry for trying to be funny and failing.
I'm not good at that.
Despite my unfunniness, though I don't think that's a real word, I'm living the dream.
And boy does it make me happy.
For once in my life, I'm happy.
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The Backup Dancer | Jade and Harry *rewriting*
FanfictionWhen five girls get chosen to be backup dancers for One Direction, shit gets real.
