Hold On - A Liam Payne Lovestory

Chapter 1

I woke up from the sunbeams tickling my face. It was a weekend and so I finally was able to sleep really long.

After many minutes I got out of my bed in the small flat. I looked at the clock on the wall. 1pm, earlier than expected. I’ve been working on a choreography until 3am.

In two hours I’d have to, or better, want to coach the 8th graders of the dancing school in modern ballet. I got myself ready, got my things and went to the train station to get the underground to the closest stop to the dance school. I went along the street at the Thames, which had so many alleys and small ways to the inside of the town. Nearly no one crossed my way. Not that much of a surprise, because no tourist ever went here.

Soon I arrived and went to the highest level of the building. You could see much of the town and the beautiful old backyard.

I put on other clothes and already warmed up a little to my old music. Slowly I saw some of the kids arriving in small groups or with their parents.

The dressing room next to the dance hall got louder.

Some girls were already coming in and went through the last choreography. The group, I was coaching was only made of girls. How many boys are dancing modern ballet? And that on a dance school, which is more for amateurs?

I called the other ones and we started with the training. Warm up, practicing, what we’ve done on the choreography last time and adding some more steps.

After one and an half hours, all of us were all sweaty. Time for me to end the training. The girls left, but I still stayed in the dance hall.

The laughter from the dressing room got quieter. I looked out of the window. Some of the girls were dancing to the music of a street musician with a guitar. Some others just went along the street giggling at a guy, who walked pass them. They probably fancied him. Another girl was picked up by her boyfriend. They walked hand in hand along the street and then he gave her a kiss on the cheek. Two other girl just went their way, being all silly and embarrass their friends.

Oh, how I missed my years as a teenager. The long summer days I spent at the beach with my friends, watching the surfers. The crazy snowball fights we had with the boys from our class in winter.

I sighed. I wanted to get my CDs and put them into the bag, when one of them fell out.

I lifted it up from the ground and smiled. The first One Direction album. I looked at the cover. How young the boys looked back then. I bit my lip.

Then I put the CD into the CD player. I pressed ‘play’ and the five voices filled the room. I turned the volume up and started to dance.

I just improvised, but from that, what I’ve seen in the huge mirrors, it wasn’t that bad. A few years ago, I’ve been an awful freestyle-dancer.

I’ve missed that time. I’ve missed my friends. I’ve missed my family. I’ve missed my boring old town in nowhere. I’ve missed the old dance groups. I’ve missed basically everything.

The music from these days, where I had all of this, reminded me of it. I’ve never been thankful for what I had back then.

One Direction have been the only ones, who actually survived in this business. They were the only ones, who won the fight against the time. They made music and they were still amazing. They were the only thing that reminded me of my teenage years.

I still started to squeal like a 13-year old, when they released something new or went on a tour.

Meanwhile the song was over and so I took the CD, put it away and got my things. I went out of the door. The huge dance hall was all empty and quiet. Somehow I liked that.

I turned off the light and went out of the building. Today I needed time for my own, so I took the way through the backyards.