One Thing
A One Direction Fan Fiction
Chapter 2: Allie's POV
"Sh/t," March hissed with an expression on her face that reminded me of a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes widened to the size of quarters. Duranka looked up from writing in the planner and looked at March concerned, "Whats wrong," she asked sorta annoyed that we were wasting precious time. "It's him," whispered March. She grabbed the Ray Ban sunglasses that were resting on top of Autumn's head and shoved them on. "Who," we all asked in unison. Without a reply, March flew to the ladies room. She slammed the door behind her. "Somebody was up a little too late writing last night," I joked. Autumn chuckled, a little nervously. We heard the bells on the door ringing not even a second after March's escape. I craned my neck to see who was coming in, and why March was so afraid of him. One Direction. Freaking One Direction. Harry, the one I knew to be the curly haired one was leading the boys inside. His eyes darted across the room and landed on our table. He basically sprinted up to us, almost knocking Emma off her chair and to the ground. Behind him, the one I knew to be Louis (From watching XFactor) rolled his eyes. "Not again Harry," he joked sarcastically. Niall came up after looking tired. "I'm hungry," he protested. Liam walked right up to our table. "I'm sorry about them, we just got off a 6 hour flight from London," he apologized. Autumn looked up at him and nodded. Then I saw him. Zayn. He was running his hand through his hair. He pulled his sunglasses on and started watching the outside window, no doubt looking for paparazzi. I cleared my throat. "Can we help you," I asked, unsure of myself. Harry bit his lip. "Uh..Yeah. I'm looking for a girl" . Autumn rolled her eyes, "Thanks for being descriptive," She replied. Harry looked baffled. " She had black hair..green eyes," he grinned,"like mine". "Have you seen her?" . My eyes met Emma's. "What do I do?" I mouthed. She just shrugged. I stood up. "I'll be right back," I said as I casually walked to the ladies room. I shut the door behind me. " March," I called out. No reply. I knocked on all the doors.
Nothing. I opened each stall. Still no March. I went to the mirror and checked my bun. I needed it to still be in tact when I got back to Madam Lavinsky's, my ballet instructors, studio. In the corner of the mirror, I saw a window that was wide open. I whipped around and ran to the window. I stuck my head out and right there, about 6 feet under me, was March, hurriedly texting. "March!" I called out to her. She looked up and whispered, "Hey, please don't tell them I'm here". I sighed and walked out of the bathroom and up to the table. The boys had already gotten their drinks. I sat down and smiles. "Yeah..she was here but she had to go," I stated. Harry put his head in his hands. I looked around ,"Wheres Zayn?" Everyone looked at me wierdly when I said this. "He went out" was the reply. I checked my watch and saw I had lessons in 20 minutes. I gathered my bag and waved goodbye. "Bye, nice meeting you guys" I said, trying not to fangirl. I walked out and got a cab. Once I got to the studio, I rushed in. I was early, so I had some time to freshen up. I sprayed another layer of hairspray and took off my shorts, as I did have my leotard under. I walked onto the stage. By the time 5 minutes passes, all the other dancers were lined up on stage. Today would be the day we would be tested on our performances of Swan Lake. Since my last name is Anderson, alphabetically, I'm first. I walked up to centerstage and saw Madam Lavinsky gazing onto me. "5..6..7..8.." She called and started the music. I closed my eyes and let my body move against the music. I twirled and leaped with my arms spread out and my toes pointed. I piroueted across the stage. I became the music, not Allie. When the music ended, I opened my eyes. That was the best I had ever danced. All the other dancers were clapping. I smiled towards them and looked towards Madam. She was thinking, with her brows furrowed. "Need..a..more work..very bad...toes not pointed all the time, legs not straight, Allie, go to back room and come back when you are ready" Madam Lavinsky said, pointing out all my mistakes. "Oh, and keep your back straight," she added with her thick accent. I walked offstage but took off as soon as I got out of her sight. I curled into a ball and bit my lip, willing myself not to cry. I heard something..footsteps. I told myself not to look up, not to admit to failure. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. "When the guys and I were talking to your friends..your friends said you guys went here, to New York, for a stress free time," a british voice asked her. She looked back and shrugged. Zayn was behind her. He pulled her to him and held her. After a while, she pulled out of reach and got up. "I'm going to go try again," she said shakily. He stood up and took her hand. "Good luck." When she entered the stage everyone stopped talking and got quiet. Once again Madam Lavinsky turned on the music. This time, instead of becoming one with the music, Allie thought about her parents. They always pushed her to do better, they were never satisfied. She thought about how she would prove them wrong. And just like that, the song was over. Madam Lavinsky narrowed her eyes, and replied "Not bad," with a twinkle in her eye. "Class dismissed" she pronounced and the dancers poured out. Allie gathered her things. She rushed to get outside. Once there, she felt someone take her by the arm..Zayn. "Hey," he whispered,"Great job". Allie grinned, and nodded, breathlessly. Then, just like that, Zayn kissed her.
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