(March 24th, 7:35 AM. Marcella's Pov)
We've finally taken off! Suddenly, the reality sets in: I'm going to Paris.
I've been there once before on the Dance Moms Elite European Tour. Thing is, I was so busy preparing for several competitions, I didn't get anytime to walk around, or see anything.
Unless, you count driving past the Eiffel Tower on the way to the Paris ~ Amour Performing Arts Dance Competition, site seeing.
And worst of all, this time, there will be Harry Styles. Oh my gosh...
Panic sets in as butterflies fill my stomach and I start to feel very anxious. Harry, freaking Styles. Will be there. In person. In real life. Right there. In front of me.
Why hadn't I thought about this sooner? Of course I'm going to need to practice non stop again, my career is on the line! What If I mess up? Then what will happen? Will he choose someone else on the team?
Panic continues to engulf me.
I look around at my teammates who are all preoccupied with the inlaid computers (not really computers but you can watch movies and listen to music on them, you know what I mean?) in the head seats.
I love them all...But I'm going to get that job, no matter what.
This can start my solo career, who knows, maybe even Shakira will ask me back!
... Calm down, Marcella. It'll be okay. This guy is just a human....This is childish.
I've controlled my anxiety for years, I'm not going to let it get a grip on me now.
Okay, what songs are on here?
I click on the screen and play the international top 40's playlist. "Heathens" by Twenty Øne Piløts comes on, I immediately relax. Man, I used to love this song. I hum along to the tune and everything else fades away....
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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...
