Audra is an aspiring dancer, and she gets the chance of a lifetime when One Direction's choreographer hires her as an assistant for the boys upcoming tour. But this may not only change her career.


3. Extra Practice

Harry's POV

I woke up the next to the sound of my alarm going off, and my green eyes fluttered open reluctantly. I had decided to wake up earlier than the rest of the boys so I could get some more practicing done. After all, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of Audra. I put on sweats and a beanie and quietly left the flat without waking up the boys. When I got to the building, I noticed how quiet it was without all of us here. 

"Oh Harry, what are you doing here so early?" Olivia asked. She was sitting in front of a computer typing frantically and didn't even shift her gaze towards me. She was a hard worker from what I paid attention to.

"Uh... I just woke up early. No real reason." I shrugged, but she just kept working. I walked down the hall and suddenly heard music blasting. I opened the studio door to see Audra dancing. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, not only because of her dancing, but because she was extremely beautiful. I had to admit. And that body of hers made it harder for me to not stare. Her shirt was tied up so you could see her belly button ring which almost sent me over the edge. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=56030268) When the music ended, I walked in giving her an applause.

"Thank you. I didn't think I had an audience though." She laughed and took a sip of water.

"Luckily I was here, talent shouldn't go unnoticed."  I smiled.

"Why are you here so early anyway? We don't have practice for another hour." She said sitting on the ground. 

"I could ask you the same thing." I said sitting in front of her.

"True. Well, I like to come early just to loosen up I guess. Now it's your turn." She took her long brown hair out the braid, and she still looked amazing as she left it messily resting down her back. 

"Well, I thought I could use some more practice." I said standing up and reaching my hands down towards here. She grabbed them, sending shocks through my body, and I pulled her up. 

"On?" She asked as she let go of my hands, which disappointed me a bit but I played it off.

"You're the assistant choreographer that was watching us yesterday, you tell me." I winked.

"Don't challenge me, Styles. I know what I'm doing." She smiled and her cute little dimples were showing. Those and her green eyes are something we had in common.

"Prove it." I told her. Naturally, I'm a flirt. But with her, I tried so much more to win over. 

"There's a part when you turn, and you need to keep your shoulders squared when you face...." She went on explaining and demonstrating things I needed to work on, but I couldn't help just staring at her as she talked to me with concentration in her eyes. You could tell she really enjoyed teaching, and every time I messed up she just laughed and demonstrated again, never getting frustrated with me. We were having fun, and I didn't even notice an hour passed by when the boys came in.

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