Meant To Be 8:
I popped open the sunroof, and yelled "HEY GUYS!" I waved wildly towards them. They waved back and I smiled. Juliet stood up next to me and waved. Gigi was still talking to Niall, and they were really hitting it off. I was glad for her. The car stopped, and I slid out the door and ran towards them, feeling like a kid running towards a candy store. Juliet ran with me, and we laughs as we ran in heels. I tripped over the curb and was about the bust my face open, when Harry caught me. "Thanks." I said, and smiled sweetly. "No problem, babe." He said. He stood me up and whistled. "Well don't you look stunning." He said. I smiled and hugged him. I felt his hands slowly move down my back, and i pulled away, not wanting to be slutty. I hugged the others, too. "Let's go up to the rooms." Louis said. We all followed him. "So are you all models?" Liam asked us. "No, we're dancers." Juliet said. "Backup ones." Gigi piped up. "Really? I could've sworn I've seen you some where." Harry said. "Where?" I asked him. "In my dreams." The boys all groaned and punched him, but secretly I was pleased.
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Meant To Be
FanfictionLayla is an American girl sent away to London for a dance contract with only her wallet, dance shoes, and a dream. She expects to find a story worthy of a biography, but what she gets is a story for Hollywood. Things get out of hand, featuring a boy...
