Unexpected

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.

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Audra's POV

I could see that Harry was thinking hard, not only because he was quiet but in the way his brows were furrowed in concentration. I wanted to know what he was thinking, so badly. Afraid that he might be second guessing things because of how fast this was all going between us.

"Oh Harry honey, the place we'll be going is on the next right." My mother said from the backseat. Harry just nodded. "Anyway, darling how are the rest of the boys?" She asked curiously, and just then I saw Harry's beautiful green eyes staring sternly at me through the rearview mirror as if this question had snapped him out of his train of thought.

"Uh, the boys are great. They're all so sweet."

"And Brian?"

"He's great."

"Well I'm glad you took this opportunity then. It seems like it's gonna be life changing." She said while looking at Harry who had returned to his attention to the road with a focused face. Was my mum implying Harry? I shook the thought out of my head, she didn't even know if we were really together or not. Or was that what they call mother's intuition?

*****

As we all sat in a little booth at the corner of the restaurant, I noticed Harry didn't speak much other than answering the occasional question my mum would ask him. I didn't think much of it until he excused himself from the table.

"He's worried about something." My mother simply stated as I was taking a bite of my salad. I just nodded, afraid of showing her how much it scared me that even she could tell he was worrying. My mother was an understanding woman, but the one thing she constantly told me was to never get upset over some boy. But Harry wasn't just some boy to me. "But I can tell he fancies you. Quite a lot actually." She said. My eyes widened and I began coughing, surprised at how blunt she was about it.

"What? How?" 

"The way he looks at you. It's the same way your father looked at me on our first date, on the night he proposed, on our wedding day, and on that terrible day that he was taken away from us." She said quietly. Her eyes swelled with tears and she blinked to fight them from rolling down her face. My father had passed away from pancreatic cancer last year, an ugly fight he had to as he struggled to live his life. My parents were in love, they had been for 23 years, and the day that he passed away a little piece of my mother was taken away as well. Then the memories started flooding into my head, an often occurrence when I thought about my dad.

"Audra, you did wonderful sweetheart!" My dad said as I plopped off the stage. My heart still beating from the excitement of performing in front of my school, my father picking my tiny eight year old body and spinning me around. His signature cologne filling my nose as he held me in our embrace. "My little girl is going to be a star." He said kissing my forehead.

I felt a lump in my throat, that memory had always replayed in my mind. He was my biggest supporter in my dancing, always encouraging me to put all my heart into it.  I noticed my mother wiping away a tear, and I brought her into a hug.

"Mum, it's okay. He's watching over us." 

"I know, but the whole point of bringing him up is to not let this Harry boy go. I can tell a good one when I see it." She smiled. I just shrugged not wanting to engage in the conversation of Harry much longer. She didn't need to know details yet, especially since I had no idea where his mind was today.

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