The Unfair Advantage (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 1

"Louis, what if they don't like me?" I complain, trying to catch up with Louis as he walks towards the massive building. He looks at me with a smile.

"Your such a loser, you know that right. How can they not love you silly, your my sister. They're gonna love you. Just stop the complaining and be yourself, funny and adorable. You're an amazing dancer and since James has pulled out, they have been looking for a new one, our age," He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the building which is closer than before and I can't help but walk with a smile on my face.

"Thank you Louis, I did tell you that you're the best brother,"

"I'm your only brother,"

"For now, Mum could have another one," He pokes his tongue out at me and brings me inside the building, flashing his smile towards the security guards who open the doors for us. My mouth opens at the sight in front of me. Polished floors and clean windows. It looks beautiful, amazing even.

"Hey Louis," The receptionist calls out. He gives her a wave, not really stopping to have a big conversation with her. We reach the elevators, which is in a line of 3.

"Just follow me okay, the boys will be in there too but we haven't really spoken heaps about this. I have only talked to Paul about it, which he agreed to," Louis tells me. I nod in agreement, stepping into the silver elevator.

"The boys will be okay with this right?" I ask him, he nods looking down at me.

"They love you heaps okay, why would they not be okay with this?"

I shrug and the small space falls silent as we wait for the top level to come.

As we get to the top, the nerves start to set in. The same question runs through my mind.

'what if the boys hate working with me?'

I mean, I know they all love me, well except Harry , but that is totally fine. I'm certainly not his biggest fan either. But what if Zayn, Liam, and Niall hate working with me? What if I annoy them? What if they loose fans because of the way they dance now?

So many what ifs rush through my head, and before I knew it we have reached the top floor.

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We step out of the silver elevator, and walk towards a glass room. it's a big dance studio. The type only one can dream of teaching in. I see the lads messing about inside. I give them a timid wave as thoughts rush through my head, one sticking out dramatically.

'What have I let myself in for?'

I had no more time to think as I'm pulled to the side by a few adults who look to be in their early 40s or late 30s.

"And you just be Cecilia Tomlinson, Louis has talked great things about you," The brown headed female says. I give her a smile, which she returns immediately.

"I'm glad he has," My voice is shaky as I say it but they still laugh.

"So I am guessing he has told you about the choreographer job we have been thinking about and your age and personality as well as history with dance suit the job perfectly," The male starts, his voice serious and by the way he looks, he seems a very serious man. "We are here today to see what you have in store for us, maybe begin teaching the boys some dances or something. But this job isn't all about dancing on stage, but we want you to be able to direct them on stage and be able to help them before hand with preparing for everything and maybe teach them some new skills, like a dance class a week something they can benefit from,"

I nod, listening to everything he has to say. Reliefs washes through me as I realise I'm not going to be teaching them heaps because 5 crazy boys and a routine don't always mix well.