More Than One Direction

When Emily gets the job of her dreams, a back up dancer for One Direction, she is less than thrilled to discover her dancing partner is Louis, not the guy she's desperately in love with, Niall. But things take a turn when Niall seems smitten with her as well, and what will happen when Liam seems to like her too? Will Louis's or Liam's feelings get in the way of a seemingly perfect couple? Or will Emily discover that perhaps what she's been looking for has been dancing by her side all along?

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2. Gotta Be You

When I walk into Starbuck's with Louis, him being the British gentleman he is, holding the door for me, I realize that there are a group of teenage girls marveling at him. After they stop snickering, they approach him and request an autograph and photo, to which he happily obliges. One girl whispers to another something about him cheating on Eleanor with "a girl that's not even pretty", which I don't mind much except I pray that he didn't hear her.
After they leave,  we take a seat by the window. When it hits me that I'm sitting at a table alone with Louis Tomlinson, all thoughts of conversation escape my mind. Wanting desperately to break the silence, I notice the flowers on our table.
"Wow, these are beautiful," I say.
"Yes, they are," Louis tells me.
His eyes don't leave my face, not even to confirm my observation. I'm unsure whether to feel flattered or uncomfortable.
"Those girls were right, ya know," he says to my utter surprise and disappointment, "You are not pretty, you're beautiful."
If it wasn't for that damn adorable accent, I would be able to resist smiling. But then I remember he's only saying this to "build our chemistry", so I assume I'm supposed to fall for this and go along with it. So I just start talking to him.
We talk about everything, from my college, to the countries he's seen, to the differences between Great Britain and the USA, to our secret talents and habits. We are really hitting it off, when he says something I don't expect.
"I'm not with Eleanor anymore," he says.
"I'm sorry to hear that," is the only thing I think to say.
"No, don't be sorry, I just thought I'd let you know. I mean, we're supposed to be close, so I might as well let you know."
"Oh, right, that's true," I am beaming inside at the thought of being close to a One Direction member.
"I'm single too. Guess I should tell you that."
"I can tell," he says with a slight smirk.
"What do you mean," I ask, a little hurt.
"Oh, come on. You're totally smitten with Niall. Everyone could tell."
"What," I try to act surprised, "No I'm not...." My voice trails off.
"That's all right, I saw you two staring earlier. I think he feels the same. Come on, Emily," that's the first time he's said my name, "I think we can be really good friends. Let's be friends. We're gonna be partners, we're gonna be on tour together, might as well be friendly."
That accent again makes me weak kneed.
"Okay, okay, of course I wanna be friends," I say, "I'm totally smitten with Niall."
"Ya want me to tell him?"
"No! No way, that's embarrassing!"
"Oh, right, and your wonderfully awkward pose earlier wasn't embarrassing at all."
I'm giggling like crazy, and he starts to laugh as well.
"You think he noticed?"
"No, he's kind of oblivious, and I'm guessing it's because he likes you too."
I'm in such disbelief, I just sit there speechless. Then he grabs my hand, asking me to stand, and leads me outside, without us ever ordering anything.
I tell him what I think, that Niall does not like me, no way ever in my dreams. He tells me to forget the whole thing, to just enjoy my experience, enjoy his friendship, and to be optimistic about Niall. I agree that that is the best thing to do.
As we walk down the street, Louis puts his arm around my shoulders, and I remind myself again that it is just to help our dancing. I start to enjoy the attention I am receiving from Louis, but the sight of a blonde haired beauty approaching us from down the street leaves me breathless once again. As we draw nearer, I notice a look of confusion and sadness across his face. I then see Jenna lagging behind him, talking on her cell phone. Judging from the expressions on her face, she is informing her friend about how she is hanging out with Niall Horan.
When the four, or more accurately, the three of us, meet at the corner of two streets, my eyes go straight to Niall's, and I notice that this is a magnetic pattern for us. I try to read his facial expression, and it makes my stomach churn to see how upset he looks. I'm guessing he's upset that him and Jenna aren't clicking.
Louis and Niall are talking about something, I'm not listening, but Niall's eyes are still locked onto mine.
Louis pulls his arm away, and when I look at his face I see an equal look of sadness on his. He and Niall walk away a few feet to talk privately. I stand there awkwardly and patiently waiting.
They exchange words for a minute or so, and when they return, I see Niall's frown has deepened, forcing me to want to break down and cry. However, Louis's face looks a bit cheerier, though I sense remorse as well.
Niall, with his face towards the ground, says, "All the boys are heading to the house to swim. You guys want to join?"
His small, sad Irish accent makes me again want to cry.
Louis and I agree to meet them there, then Louis hails a taxi and we head for my apartment first to pick up my bathing suit.
The taxi ride is pretty quiet, as I silently wonder about what he and Niall had discussed moments earlier. Finally I get the guts to ask.
"So are ya gonna tell me?"
"You're gonna be mad at me."
"Ugh, just tell me," I practically beg.
"I asked him if he liked you."
I'm speechless.
"Do you wanna know what he said?"
I find it difficult to respond.
"Yeah, yeah, I guess."
"He said he wasn't sure, that he'd have to think about it."
"Well that's fantastic," I say, mustering all the sarcasm I can.
"I'm sorry, I thought that would be good news."
I raise my eyebrows at him.
He sighs, "Guess not."
He puts his arm around my shoulders again, so I cuddle up against him, my head nestled up to his chest, wrapping my arm across his lap to grab his waist. I really enjoy having him as a friend.
I slowly fall asleep, thinking of how, when I first found out about the audition, I hoped this experience would bring a great opportunity in my life.
"It's gotta be you," I find myself thinking as I go under.
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