I Still Love You...

Austin(Ali) has a rough past with many things to haunt her. When a certain boy band comes around, she makes a best friend, and an enemy. She finds herself living the high life with these boys, until one phone call that rips it away and sends their life into a spiral of love, hurt, loss, and forgiveness.

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2. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

** 1   1/2 years ago**

"Austin! Let's go! I can't be late." is what my mother screams as she walks out the door.

"Coming!" I quickly grab my sparkly black high-tops (that I ordered from a dance magazine) and slip them on over the bottom of my neon green skinny jeans. I quickly adjust my white tank top, with 'live, laugh, dance' written in pretty cursive, to be straight. Quickly, I reach for my wallet and iPhone as I exit the door.

I know what your thinking. 'why is Austin wearing sparkly shoes and pretty tanks?' I'll answer your question before you ask. I am a girl. My name is Austin (I've been called Ali since I was seven) because my parents wanted to name me after one of my grandparents on my mothers side. 
The name choices were:
Edna Louise Blake
Louise Nicole Blake
Or Austin Marie Blake
Thankfully I wasn't named Edna...

Before I even have my seat belt on my mom is peeling out of the drive way giving me a lecture.

"-- I cannot be late for my job. If I'm late, they'll fire me. I'm surprised they are making you come with me. All your gonna do is sit there and cause tro--"

"then why am I coming?" I interrupted her.

"Because the band performing at the studio can apparently be very immature so the body guard has asked for help 'watching' them? But you were needed so you will help." she spoke the first part as a question, but was very stern when she finished.

"yes ma'am" I retorted as we pulled up to the preformance center. 

We got out of the car and went inside. My mom directed me towards the dressing rooms. I stopped outside of a door that said 'PREFORMANCE GROUP A'. Pushing it open I saw it was empty. Fabulous.

As in looking around the room I see coloring books on the table. Toy story movies with a new DVD player hooked up. Gosh... How young are these people. I go to the fridge to get a water and notice there is maybe...3? Bags of carrots. Odd.

For an hour, I sit there and wait. Until u realize the door at the other end says 'REHERSAL ROOM(dance)'
A dance room... Hmmm... Ok. 

There's a full length mirror running along one wall. A barré going against the walls opposite of it. Across from me is a big stereo. After hooking my phone to it, I flip to on of my favorite songs, and walk to the middle of the floor.

"Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more"

My dance start slow. Fluid. Like you see the water benders moving water in cartoons.

"I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb I can't breathe"

Suddenly, my world is gone. It's like I'm not even in my head. It's my feet, the floor, and the music.

"So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't rescue you to just desert me
I can't give you the heart you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables"

"Under haunted skies I see you (ooh)
Where love is lost your ghost is found
I braved a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down, whoa"

"I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb I can't breathe"

If you were to ask me why or how I started dancing I wouldn't be able to tell you. All I know is that it feels right. If nothing else in the world is going my way, dancing always will. That's never changed. I don't ever care who's watching me. I could be performing a frigging Barney song and I would hardly notice it. Everything disappears when I'm dancing. All the problems I have, the history I've been through, and everything to still come.

"So, I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't rescue you to just desert me
I can't give you the heart you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
Turning tables"

"Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
When the thunder calls for me
Next time I'll be braver
I'll be my own savior
Standing on my own two feet"

"I won't let you close enough to hurt me,
No, I won't rescue you to just desert me
I can't give you the heart you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables
Turning tables, yeah
Turning, oh"

As soon as I end there's clapping behind me. Spinning around, I come face to face with 5 boys.
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