I woke up just to see an ass in my face, not that i was complaining or anything.
"Get your ass outta my face!" I screamed and pushed it away, just to find out it was Louis's bum.
"Sorry, i thought you'd like it" he said. I laughed and got up to find some water. Luckily by the time i got back they were all up and didnt have to experience the miniature morning polar plunge.
"Get on some dance clothes, rehearsal is today" Said Louis
"Yup" I said going to find some sweatpants and sports bra to wear for practice. When we got to the place where we were preforming I couldnt help but just stare at the empty seats.
"I know, Its a lot of people" Said Louis sitting down next to me.
"No, its not that. I dont care how many people see me. They'll be watching you anyways" I said
"so your not scared?" asked louis
"yes but not really that much..its just so big" i said. He helped me up and we started rehearsal. I've never danced like that before, I don't know if it was the fact that I was preforming with One Direction, that I was just excited to be doing it, or that in a way I wanted to show off a little.
"Well your better than I thought you would be." Said Nial
"Oh, so you thought I would suck at dancing?" I said
"No! Thats not what I meant!"
"Calm down I know what you meant, and thanks." I said. I think I just scared him a little bit. We all just kinda chilled out on the stage for a little before Paul insisted we run the show again. But right before we started Harry walked in.
"Hey guys, would you like to meet my new girlfriend?" He asked. I was so happy that he found a girlfriend, I was so curious about who it was.
"Um, yeah!" We all said.
"Well...meet Taylor" He said pulling Taylor out into the light. My heart stopped. I should have been happy but I couldn't. I was happy he was moving on, but with her? Everyone knows she'll dump him in a week and write a new song. I wanted to tell him, but sooner or later the Directioners would. Wait, I was a Directioner. Ugh I didn't know what to do. All of the boys were surrounding them, so I might as well pretend to be happy. Maybe I was wrong about her, maybe she really loved him.