Hey, my name is Ashley and I'm 19. I don't know how to describe myself, nor do I care. On the show I often have to make drama as the 'Rude Attractive Girl, Who Happens To Be Talented' It's not a big deal, this is opening opportunities for my future. I want to be known all across the world as a famous dancer, and I'll do whatever it takes to get there. I need to go practice my routine for the competition this Saturday in France..bye.
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Dancing Into His Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionHe literally starts stroking his freaking chin, peering at me from under his dark sunglasses; attempting to look like that sexy bad-boy in the movies, I assume. But... I mean... what the heck, man? Just an hour ago you were skipping around on stage...
