My Lovely

Nova and her best friend India have always had one dream they shared, dancing for anyone famous. So when India got offered a dancing career with the band One Direction, Nova can't help but be a little disappointed. But when romance and drama sparks up and comes between everything, Nova is forced to make a decision, one that she just can't win.


2. He's mine

I slowly trudged down the stairs into the kitchen. My little brother, Bradly, was sitting at the table. I was so disappointed that I didn't get to dance for One Direction. I wasn't even that big of a fan, but they are the most famous boy band in the world. I slumped down at the table and poured myself some cereal. 
"Good morning." Bradly said, when I didn't answer he asked "Did you get your results for that big audition?"I nodded glumly, "And you didn't get in...?" Bradly added. I shook my head. "Did India get in?" Again, I nodded. "I'm sorry Nova, I know how important that was to you."
"It's okay. I mean, at least I will get to be 'best friend of a dancer for the band One Direction' right?"
"Yes you will. And THAT is something to be proud of." 
"Mm-hm. Well, I better get going." I said and got up, grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
After School
"So, can you please please please come with me to my first practice? They said the boys might be there!" India said to me as we walked out to the car after school. 
"I don't know..."
"Please...?" She gave me the puppy dog look and I chuckled. 
"Yes! Thank you!" She gave me a quick hug and we headed for her car. 
"It's not that long a drive, only a few minutes." India told me once we were in the car.
"Okay..." I replied. She drove way faster then she was supposed too, so it really only did take a few minutes to get there. We walked inside and there was a lady waiting for us. 
"Are you India Prote?" 
"Yes, I am. This is my best friend Nova, she will be coming in also." India said, the lady nodded and showed us to India's dressing room. We walked inside with our mouths open, "Oh my..." I said, it was amazing. It was like a dream that I wasn't a part of. But I needed to support India and not be jealous. "I hope this will be of your taste." The lady said and walked away. India squealed and gave me a high five. "Alright, you need to get changed, I'll be outside." I said, she nodded and I went outside the dressing room. I looked around at all the stuff, then I saw the entrance to the stage. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching, when I saw it was clear, I glided over to the stage and just started dancing on it. I did some ballet at first, then got more into pop stuff. I completely lost myself, so when someone started clapping from the audience, it took me by surprise. "Who is there?" I asked shyly. I saw a bow come into the light, he had curly hair but that was all I could see. 
"You're quite good. Are you one of the new dancers?" He asked me. 
" I'm just a friend of one of them. Sorry, I'll get off the stage now."
"No wait, what's your name?" He asked,
"Nova, what's yours?"
"Harry, I'm Harry Styles."
"Wait, you're from One Direction." I realized, 
"Yeah, yeah I am." He replied chuckling. "So, are you sure you're not one of the dancers? Because you were good."
"Yeah, I'm sure. My best friend India is though. She's in the changing room."
"Ah, I see. So, do you have a boyfriend?" 
"Um...well...awkward... But no. I don't." I said laughing. 
"Oh well, my lucky day." He said, smiling cheekily. He walked up to me and jumped on the stage. 
"Wow um hi." I said as we walked towards me. 
"Hi." He replied. "So, here's my number, call me tonight love?" He handed me a small piece of paper.
"Oh um...sure okay." I said, he was quite fit...
"Great, I'll talk to you tonight." He smiled and left the stage. I must have looked surprised because when India came out she started chuckling. "Why so surprised?"
"I think...I think a guy named Harry just gave me his number." I replied. 
"Harry Styles? No way. You're lying."
"Nope. That is the truth..." I said smiling. 
"Oh long as you know he's mine." India said. I turned towards her, 
"It's not like I like him or anything. He just gave me his number."
"Well, as long you know he's mine. I called dibs."
"I don't really think you can 'call dibs' on a human being, but fine. He's yours." I said.
She smiled and fluttered off back to her dressing room. Ha, I was going to call Harry, she could have the job, but I'll get Harry. 


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