Dancing Into His Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Four: If I Could Fly Part 3

*Continued, Harry Styles POV*
Paul goes to check us in while Travis (My other bodyguard) takes me up to the room. 

The other guards keep a watch on the fire escapes and exits around my room. Some of my rather....Ehm.......more ~dedicated~ fans, often find sneaky ways to break in.

 A few months ago, one scaled the hotel with suction cups on in an attempt to break through my window.. That was a first, so we weren't really prepared. Thank God it happened to be closed.

I flop onto the bed and turn on the TV, flipping through the channels looking for something good.

 Dance Moms is on right now, I reckon. It's my guilty pleasure. 

I know it's common, trashy, reality TV, but I really don't care at this point. 

Aha! Found it! I quickly click on it, kicking my feet back into a comfortable position. 

"Pass me the crisps, will you, mate?"

 I ask Travis, my eyes fixated on the screen.

 I see that one....Ehm....Ab-something. 

Ehmmmm, this is frustrating me.. it's on the tip of my tongue, Abby! Yeah, that's it!

I see Abby screaming at this brunette girl, who just messed up some move, that is way to complicated to pronounce. Her eyes stare at Abby hard with determination. 

I prop my hand under my chin, my eyebrows furrowing with concentration. 

Is there also laughter in her eyes? Why would she find Abby screaming humorous?

 I instantly I have to remind myself, it's fake. 

She's putting on an act.

 It suddenly shifts to a another brunette girl named Ashley, (It says her name in the bottom left corner of the screen) who Abby starts to praise for doing it correctly.

I pop open the bag of crisps Travis just handed to me.

 The screen cuts to the first brunette once again, this time saying her name, Marcella Meredith.

 Travis raises an eyebrow, "So this is the one management wants?" 

I turn and stare at him, blankly, "My team wants who?"

 Travis's eyebrows shoot up. "Wait..they didn't tell you yet, mate?" He let's out a long whistle, leaning against the wall.

 I flop onto my back and groan exasperatedly.

 "They rarely do, Travis. What is this about?"

He explains it all to me. So the girl is coming here, and we're going to sign her to be one of my backup dancers on the tour. They told her  that they we were just considering her, but really it's basically guaranteed we'll sign her, and that other one too, Ashley.