They Don't Know About Us (A Liam Payne 1D Story)

2 ~Dance Class & Endings~

Chapter 2

"Higher leg lifts, Amelia!" Danielle yelled. I muttered a curse under my breath and watched myself in the mirror. A thin, lanky girl stared back.

My aburn hair was tied up in a tight bun and I wore a black leatard with a pink shirt over it and fishnet tights. My feet were wrapped in tape since it was hip-hop today. 

It's safe to say that I'm tiny. Well, I'm 5'7 but that's not what I mean. Do you know how skinny Danielle is? Well, I'm a twig compared to her and I hate it. My hips have the slightest curve, but I have no bum or thighs. My legs are like skin and bones. My arms too. Danielle and Liam both assure me that I'd beautiful, but all the other dancers have beautiful curves. they look amazing when they do ballet. I look like a twig with a tu-tu.

"Amelia! Higher!" Danielle snapped. She wasn't a nice teacher. 

I lifted my leg up to the bar and bent so my side was touching it. At least I'm flexable.

"Good, much better!" She cooed. I rolled my eyes, but listened. I wanted to learn.

Class was almost over anyway, so I don't know why I bother. But Danielle likes us to use every ounce of time we have.

I allowed my mind to wonder to a phone call I'd had with my mum this morning. My mum, who has recently discovered Twitter, and my twitter haters.

"Amelia," she's yelled in my ear. "These comments that they send you are so bruital! Really, you need to dump this boy! It simply isn't worth it!" She'd lectured on and on and on...

A tapping on the window that viewed the studio brought me back to the present. I turned, my leg still up on the bar, and found Liam standing outside, sporting his tan leather jacket and holding a pink rose. He was so cute, always bringing me flowers. I pulled on my pink sweater and ran out of the large room, ignoring the glares I got from my classmates. No one liked me much.

"Liam!" I burried my face into his chest, throwing my arms around him. He hugged me and I could feel my classmates eyes burning into my back. He held me close.

"I'm here to take you to lunch." He told me.

"Alright, let me pack up. I'll meet you here." I promised. He pecked my lips softly.

"I love you, Amelia."

"Love you too!" I chirped, walking back into the studio. Danielle was not pleased.

"Tell that idiot to stop showing up here." She told me. I shrugged as I pulled my sweat pants over my tights and leatard. I replaced the pink tank top with a white t-shirt. Danielle caught my arm, examining my wrist.

"Amelia?" She whispered, pointing to my cuts. I shrugged on my jacket, pulling my converse on over my taped-up feet.

"What?" I played dumb. She eyed me sternly.

"You know what. You promised you'd stop." She whispered lowly. 

"I'll call you," I told her, picking up my dance bag. She walked away, looking upset.

"That's quite a hunk you've got there." A girl named Pearl said. She didn't like me much, nor did her friends who stood behind her, giggling and smirking evilly.

"Um, his name is Liam." I said.

"We know," They laughed. I made a move to leave but they stopped me.

"Did he really buy you a car?" One of Pearl's friends -Willow, I think?- asked me.

"Um, yeah. For my birthday." I said, trying to leave. Once again, they blocked my way.