Dancing Into His Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Two : Don't Forget Where You Belong Part 1

"Don't forget where you belong,
Home
If you ever feel alone,
Don't
You were never on your own
And the proof is in this song..."

~



I glance at the clock; five minutes to go.

It might seem ridiculous to be counting to exactly ten minutes, but the thing about Abby is, when she says ten minutes, she means ten minutes, no more and no less.

I stroll around the room looking for something to keep me entertained for the next five minutes. I decide to watch as the camera crew films the mothers fight.

Fake fighting of course, my mother would never argue with some woman at her daughter's dance class. Sure, she's a brawler, but only with me and my siblings.

I giggle as my mother gets in Sierre's mom's face and tells her to, "keep her comments to herself!" My mother would never say anything like that; especially, since Sierre's mom is a really sweet lady. In fact, we go to her house for a barbecue every time we come back here to LA from traveling. Her dad makes the best kabobs.

Like, I'm not even kidding, he's known in our inner circle as the 'kabob man'.

Even though the show is called Dance Moms Elite, it isn't like normal dance moms.

We are legal adults, so our parents don't come traveling with us, just Abby.

The show mainly focuses on our lives while traveling and the "drama" between the team. The drama between our mothers back home is just a bonus. It's basically only called Dance Moms Elite to draw the original Dance Moms fan base, and also for commercial purposes. Even having the word, "dance" and "moms" in the title draws interest due to someone recognizing the name of the previous show sense it was so largely known a few years back.

I look at the time again, it's been exactly ten minutes.

I timidly walk to Abby's office door, and hesitate as I knock. Abby has only called me to her office twice before.

When I first signed the three-year contract to join EDT, and when my grandfather died.

So, I know this is going to be serious.

I hear Abby's scratchy voice say, "Come in" which is a bit muffled because of the door.

I cautiously open the door, and step in. Abby's head instantly snaps up from her phone, hushing me.

I guess she's still talking....

I shuffle awkwardly as she yells at the person on the other line before slamming down the phone. Her piercing bluish green eyes raise up from the desk, meeting mine. A shiver goes down my spine. This....does not look good.