Niall POV
Why are we even watching these dances. We already told the lady in charge (I still don't know her name) that we would love for Lottie to be our dancer. For some reason she is trying to change our minds.
I stop watching the girl who is "auditioning" and look around for Lottie. Where did she go off to? I see Zayn walk back inside. He must have needed a smoke. He didn't miss much actually. Just a bunch of oddly flexible girls boring me to tears.
How did Lottie do it? She had my full attention from the moment I laid eyes on her? She had something. We needed that something for our show.
Zayn sits next to me and leans in to whisper,"Did I miss anything?"
"Nothing. Lottie is obviously the best. I don't even know why we are watching these girls." I answer honestly. He nods and sits back. I look down to see Liam on his phone and Louis and Harry laughing like mad men. Wonder what's so funny.
Charlotte's POV
When I get to the old studio I clean up my hands and look at my bruises. They aren't that bad. I've had worse.
I remember when Mom made the girls do a lift and she paired me with the scrawniest guy. I was so worried I was too fat for him. Turns out that I was right. I had been dropped almost instantly. That was the first time Mom scream how fat I was. She kicked me out of the ballroom and instead of dancing more in private that day, I did something else... It was the first time I cut. At least I was smart. I can't wear long sleeves to dance so instead I cut on the inside of my upper thigh.
I felt like I had control. I was the one causing the pain and only I could choose to stop. I had a bruise on my left hip for two weeks and the scars... well they're still there. Reminding me of the one thing I have control over-me.
I need to stop looking in the past. It can't help me now. I turn to the ancient stereo and plug in my IPod. I am still upset my Ed Sheeran was cut short earlier so I go to my play list titled Ginger Jesus and hit shuffle.
After two or three songs Small Bump comes on. I run to change it. I can't take that right now.I drink some water and throw the bottle somewhere. Faces by Ed Sheeran feat. Yelawolf starts.
I run back and dance. I find my angry self and throw my arms everywhere. I think about how angry I am that I can't be good enough. I can't dance. I can't be loved. And that makes me mad.
It pisses me off that I can't make it through a dance class without being kicked out. It makes my blood boil that no one sees the real me.
But it absolutely kills me that I'm not even sure who the real me is.
As the song slows down I begin to just flow. I end on the floor in a fetal position. I get up to find where I threw my water.
For the second time that day I hear clapping as I stop dancing. What the hell? I turn around to see those five boys cheering for me again.
Zayn POV
I watched as she walked away. Kind of stalker-like but I was curious of where she could be going. I see her run into an old building and then I go back inside. I'm shocked that her mother would act like that towards her.
After I sit down and Niall tells me I didn't miss anything I hear laughter. I look to see Louis and Harry laughing hysterically.
"What?" I ask.
"Tha- that girl is ... well it's her time of the mo-" Louis tries but is laughing too hard. I get the idea and look to see who he is pointing at. It's the girl that first noticed us. She catches me staring and winks. Okay now I'm laughing. Why would she wink?
She's next to dance and by now Liam and Niall have noticed too. we try to hold in our laughter while she takes her turn but we can't help it. Soon our muffled laughs become obnoxious and I'm pretty sure Niall is crying.
"Well it looks as if you didn't find your dancers here. Sorry. You'll have to try somewhere else." The lady says . Then she whispers something in the poor girl's ear and she turns a bright red and runs out the room.
Maybe we were really immature for laughing, but that was hilarious. As we leave Liam says what we're all thinking, "I wish Lottie could come.." That's when I tell them about my smoke break and where she is.
Louis and Harry are the first ones running around the back of the building. We all run to the building to see Lottie dancing again.
This time she doesn't look as if she is fighting for something. She looks as if she is ready to kill. She looks so mad... well I mean her song choice probably says it all. When she ends we clap for her again.
She looks up at us through he hair that has fallen from it's bun. Now Lottie is a beautiful girl, her tanned skin and green eyes match he blond hair. But, her hair looks extremely greasy and the sweat is all over her face. The bags under her eyes draw your attention away from her sparkling green orbs.
"Wow" I say first. Then everyone follows telling her how incredible she is.
"I don't get it." she says, "Why aren't you in there picking your dancer?"
"Because we are here picking our dancer." Harry explains.
"We pick you. Well mainly due to the fact that we slept through all the other dances." Louis says honestly.
"That and you aren't on your period." Niall says before bursting into a fit of laughter. Lottie looks so confused.
"While this one girl was auditioning, she uh.. well she started." I try my best to explain.She just looks at us while we try to recover from our laughing fit.
"So you'll do it?" Liam asks.
"Do what?" she asks.
"Be our dancer of course." Louis says.
"Wait. Not like that!!! He means for the show?" Harry quickly explains
"Ummm I think my mom already answered for me. Besides, I'm nothing special."
"How old are you?" I quickly ask.
"Eighteen.." she gives my a look and so do the other lads.
"So you're legal. So come with us!" I say like it's the most normal thing to suggest.
"But..
"No buts!! Please come with us. Please?" I beg.
