Stay With Me (Ansel Elgort Romance)

Chapter One

I walked through the streets. Weather like this was intensely wonderful, the heat was there but with a hint of breeze. I breathed in the polluted air in the subway, this was definitely New York.

I heard girls screaming and flashes of photography somewhere outside of the subway. Not in my range to be able to see, of course. But I didn't need someone to carelessly tell me it was because I knew what it was. Some celebrity who I don't need to know to be jealous of, is here in the city.

When the subway stopped to let me in, I hopped inside and after a few people followed behind the doors slid shut, and the screaming fangirls became faint, but we could still hear it.

Most of the seats were taken or just had a bunch of antisocial people putting their belongs into the seat next to them so I just grabbed onto a handle and stood. I was on my way to ballet, which our instructor already hates me. I've cut it close multiple times with her and last week she gave me one last warning.

"Do you know who all those young ladies are yapping about?" asked an elderly man to no one specific.

"I think so," says a woman who looked about in her thirties, "I'm pretty sure it's Ansel Elgort, the young man who was in that movie about two kids with cancer."

"The Fault in Our Stars?" I asked smoothing out my coat.

"That's the one." the lady smiled and nodding at me.

"Well the ladies sure love him, I woke up too damn early to hear all these women screaming." says the old man with a hint of a smile.

"I saw his movie with my niece and it was pretty good, he's definitely Hollywoods sweetheart rightnow." the woman recalled. "Did you see it?"

"No I haven't yet." the truth is, I've been wanting to see it, I read the book two years ago and basically been crying since. But no one will watch the damn movie with me.

The subway went to a halt. "Well this is my stop, nice talking with you both." I said letting go of the handle and letting a few people cut infront of me.

"Right back at ya." said the man.

I walked out just as I heard the woman calling out to me, but when I turned around to see what it was the doors were shut.

The walk to the building where I take ballet isn't that long, but I couldn't help feeling anxious. Like I was missing something or I was going to be late again. But no I made sure I was here early enough that I could change into my uniform just in time so I wouldn't get yelled at for showing up in a scuffed up ballet outfit again.

Just as I walked in the building I saw some of the girls stretching and the instructor on her phone. I wasn't late, finally.

I turned to go into the bathroom, it's self praise time, I did it! I finally did it! I'm here with just enough time! I am finally not a screw up! And that's when I realized I was the biggest screw up there was.

The lady called out to me on the subway because I left my bag with my uniform in there. How could I be so stupid? They have no extras because they all are adjusted for you specially and I would've gotten a pass this time if I didn't have so many other screw ups in the past. I couldn't get kicked out, I really couldn't, my parents believed in me, I paid basically everything I had on this. My money and my dreams.

No I can't cry. I'm going to march straight over there and tell her how much this means to me.

I swung the door open and inched my way to the instructor. Her hair was combed and hair spayed into a tight ballerina bun, she was tall and very skinny. Her thumbs danced vivaciously on her phone screen.

"Ma'am." I said, twirling my hands together.

"Melissa?" She said a few moments later from looking up at her phone.

"I um, I forgot my uniform." I said quietly.

The creases on her fivehead deepened, "Where? In the bathroom?"

"No ma'am, the subway."

"Subway?!" She huffed. "How dare you, leave that anywhere? Especially in the subway! Someone could just take it!"

"A nice lady found it for me, and I'm sure just has it rightnow. Nothing will happen to it-"

"You think! You think nothing will happen to it!" She interrupts. "Clearly you don't care about dancing!"

"I do ma'am! This is all I have rightnow."

"I don't need your damn excuses!"

"These aren't excuses!" I yelled back and many of the dancers turned around to look.

"Get out! Get out of my class!"

"Please-"

"Out!"

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I slowly got out of the subway, tears streaming down my face. I blew it. I lost everything. My dream and my self worth.

I heard many screams and they seemed to be coming my way. I turned around suddenly to bump straight into someone.

Before I could fall back I felt arms wrap around my waist and catch me.

"Are you alright?" I focused my eyes on Ansel Elgort.

"I'm- I'm fine." I said wiping a tear away self-consciously.

He cocked an eyebrow to the side. "Are you sure?" He let go of my waist but didn't move.

This day was crazy, this day was insane, I just need to breathe. I took a step back and suddenly I slipped over the curb.

Last thing I heard was "Oh no!" Shouted by a bunch of girls, and I blacked out.