Dancing With A Star

This season on Britain's Dancing With The Stars, Louis Tomlinson from the world's biggest boyband, One Direction, will test his dancing skills. Louis is known for being the prankster, but will his partner Laurel Weiss be able to turn him from jokester to dancer? Will passion for the dance turn into something more? Follow their story and find out.

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2. Dancing With A Star

Since I got a really good response to the prologue, I decided to upload the first chapter. However, I'm not capable of writing 3 stories at once, so either updates will be extremely slow or practically none until I finish Blinded By You.


Thank you all for reading<3 It means so much to me :D

 

 

Louis’ POV

 

“Good afternoon, is this Louis Tomlinson?”

 

“Yes, may I ask who’s calling?” I asked.

 

“My name is Dave Whitman from Britain’s Dancing with the Stars. I was calling to see if you would want to participate in this season’s competition.” He asked.

 

I thought about it for a minute; the Take Me Home tour had ended about 2 weeks ago and I had just returned to London after visiting my family in Doncaster. We wouldn’t be doing too much besides interviews and a couple of appearances. And I really liked this show, so it was a win-win for me. “Sure,” I said. “I’ll have to check to make sure I don’t have anything for the next few months and I’ll get back to you.”

 

“No problem, Mr. Tomlinson.” Dave said before hanging up.

 

I dialed Simon’s number, “Hello?”

 

“Hey Si, I just got a call from a man named Dave Whitman asking if I wanted to be on this season’s Dancing with the Stars. I would like to do it, but I was just wondering if we had anything coming up in the next couple of months that would prevent me from competing.” I explained.

 

“All you have coming up is interviews and a couple of signings. The next few months will be mainly writing new songs for the next album, but you will have enough time to do both if you want.” Simon told me.

 

“Great; I’ll call him back and let him know.” I said. Simon and I talked for a few more minutes before ending the call. I redialed the number for Dave and when he picked up; I told him I’d do it.

 

“Perfect. Come to the studios on Monday and you will sign some papers, meet the rest of the celebrities competing and then you will get to meet your partner.” Dave said.

 

“Sounds good,” I answered before we hung up. The lads and I had planned to meet at my house and hang out for the day seeing as we had all returned from visiting our families. I called a pizza parlor and ordered three large pies and five sodas.

 

I turned on the TV and waited until I heard the doorbell ring and the unmistakable racket that only my four closest friends could make. The moment I opened the door, the four boys collapsed in a heap at my feet.

 

“Well hello there,” I greeted them. Niall reached up, grabbed my arm and yanked me down so that I was now on top of the dog pile.

 

“Uh, I have a delivery for a Mr. James Bond,” a voice said. I looked up and saw the pizza delivery guy standing over us, giving us a very weird look.

 

“That’s me,” I answered before clambering up and handing over the money in exchange for the pizza.

 

The delivery guy walked away and Niall jumped up and grabbed the pizza boxes out of my hands before running into my flat screaming, “Food!”

 

Liam, Zayn and Harry untangled themselves and followed Niall into the room. I closed the door behind me and grabbed plates before seating myself on the couch. Niall already had a piece in each hand to which I just rolled my eyes, typical Nialler.

 

Niall changed the station to a football game and we were all too engrossed in the game to do more than stuff our faces.

 

The light bulb went off and I remembered the conversation I had with Dave this morning. “Boys,” I said, catching their attention. “Guess what I’m going to be doing for the next couple of months.”

 

“Getting a haircut?” Niall asked.

 

“Are you getting a face lift?” Harry guessed.

 

“Are you going skydiving?” Zayn said.

 

“You better not be going to Antarctica; how many times have I told you that you will die out there,” Liam threw his hands in the air.

 

I rolled my eyes; they were so dramatic. “No, no, no and Liam, you know it’s been my dream to go belly sliding with the penguins. Liam just shook his head. “You lads will be seeing me on TV.”

 

“Lou, you do know that we’ve been on TV plenty of times, right?” Zayn told me.

 

“Yeah, I know that. But you are looking at the newest celebrity on Britain’s Dancing with the Stars.” I stated.

 

They were silent before a couple of laughs escaped Niall. “Lou, besides hip thrusting, you’re not a very good dancer.” He told me.

 

I gasped. “I am too! Who comes up with all the dances we do? Me. And who is the genius behind pat the dog-screw the light bulb and stop the traffic-let them through? That would be moi,” I stated proudly. “Plus, that’s the whole point of the show; to learn how to ballroom dance.”

 

“Man, I wish they asked me to be on the show; those dancers are really fit.” Harry daydreamed. Liam slapped the back of his head causing Harry to shoot him a glare.

 

“That’s good for you, but I have Eleanor.” I told him. He just shrugged his shoulder and picked up another piece of pizza.

 

“How are you going to be in the competition and do things with the band?” Zayn asked.

 

“I talked to Uncle Si and he told me that all we have for the next couple of months is a couple of signings and interviews; he said that I would have enough time to do both.” I explained.

 

“Well, good for you mate. We’ll be at every show to cheer you on,” Liam said.

 

“I think you’ll only last for 2 weeks,” Harry mused.

 

It was my turn to glare at him. “Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.”

 

“Nah, I think he’ll be competing until the week where they start lifting their partners; he’ll probably drop his partner.” Zayn guessed.

 

“Nah, whoever Louis is partnered with, will whip his ass into shape and they’ll make it to week 7.” Niall said.

 

My mouth was hanging open at this point; they really had no faith in my dancing skills. “Come one boys, I bet that he’ll make it to the finale.” Liam clapped me on the back.

 

“At least someone believes in me,” I sighed. “But I wonder who my partner is going to be.”

 

“Let’s look up the cast,” Zayn suggested.

 

I grabbed my laptop and opened Google; I searched for the Dancing with the Stars cast and a list of the dancers with their pictures came up. I moved the page down until I saw the list of female dancers; they were all relatively good looking, but there was one that stood out.

 

The girl had long, dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes; as soon as I clicked on the picture, Harry shoved me out of the way and took my laptop.

 

“Can I have her?” Harry joked. “She’s cute.”

 

“’Laurel Weiss joined the cast in 2012, at the age of 18, making her the youngest professional dancer to be on our show.’” I read out loud. “Well, that’s impressive; now I kind of hope that I get her as a partner.”

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