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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11. Falling On A Star

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Laurel’s POV

 

I walked into the studio to see Louis standing with his back towards me.

 

“Heads up!” I yelled as I chucked the football I brought with me at him.

 

“What the--,” Louis spun around before ducking right before the ball would have hit him in the face. “You could have broken my nose! My face is my moneymaker.”

 

I raised an eyebrow, “I thought your voice was the moneymaker.”

 

“Well that too.” Louis said as an afterthought.

 

I dropped my bag on the floor before retrieving the football. I tossed it between my hands as I talked to Louis, “This week we are dancing the quickstep. And as the name suggests, our feet will be moving very quickly.”

 

Louis nodded, “But what does that have to do with the football?”

 

“I know you are a good footballer, so I want you to practice moving your feet as quickly as you can with the ball in order for practice moving your feet as quickly as you can with the ball in order for you to get used to the fast pace.” I explained.

 

“Alright,” Louis said. I tossed him the ball and he started doing keep-ups before placing the ball on the floor.

 

“I want you to have one foot on top of the ball and switch feet as fast as you can.” I instructed. Louis nodded once more and began doing as I said.

 

I had him practice the quick footwork for a little while I was listening to our song and planning the routine.

 

All of a sudden, the football came flying past my face, nearly taking off my nose. I ripped my headphones out of my ears and glared at Louis. “What the hell was that?” I asked.

 

“Nothing,” Louis dragged out the word, rocking on his heels, trying to look innocent.

 

“Really? Were you trying to remove my nose from my face? Because I’m pretty sure I look better with a nose than without.” I stood up, grabbing the ball.

 

Louis tilted his head and squinted, “Yeah; imagining you without a nose is a bit disturbing.” I glared. “What? You said it first.”

 

Rolling my eyes, I kicked the ball to him. “Show me how quick you can move your feet.”

 

Louis did the drills I told him to and I studied his feet. Surprisingly, he could switch his feet at a quick pace, without tripping himself. “Nice,” I said.

 

“Really?” Louis asked and I nodded.

 

“Now let’s get started.” I began teaching him the basic quickstep steps. “This is a difficult dance for a couple reasons. One, the steps vary from quick to slow; two, it’s a zig-zag step where we change directions often; three, you have to hold your frame at all times.”

 

“Frame?” He asked.

 

“Think of how a prince would stand and walk. You need to have a straight back—,“ Louis stood up straight. “Chin up--,” Louis lifted his chin. “And you have to must keep your arms firmly in place.” I moved his arms into the correct position. “Good. Now I want you to hold that position for three minutes; I’m starting the timer now.”

 

Louis groaned and I sat back down, “Payback for nearly hitting my face.”

 

He stuck his tongue out at me and turned to face the mirror. I wrote down a few more steps in my notebook before looking back at Louis. I held in a laugh when I saw him making faces at himself in the mirror.

 

Typical Louis.

 

The buzzer on my phone went off and Louis dropped his arms, wincing. “That is surprisingly painful.” He noted.

 

“Yes, which is why I want you to do that every day this week; that way when we get to the performance, your arms will be strong and won’t hurt.” I explained.

 

“My arms are strong,” Louis protested and proceeded to flex his arms.

 

I pressed my lips together and felt his arm; he definitely had nice arms, but if I said that, it would only inflate his ego. “Eh, I’ve seen better.” I removed my hand.

 

Louis’ jaw dropped and it was his turn to glare at me, “Hurtful.”

 

“Come on; let’s learn the first few steps.” I laughed.

 

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“Get your fat ass off of me,” I pushed Louis.

 

“I’m sorry,” Louis repeated.

 

We hadn’t made it very far into the routine because Louis kept tripping over his feet, pulling me down to the ground with him.

 

My ass was getting sore from hitting the floor so many times.

 

Lou held out a hand and pulled me up from the floor. “Alright, I want you to practice the steps up until the turn, by yourself, while I ice my butt knuckle.” I walked to the mini fridge and freezer and pulled out an ice pack. Then I walked back over to my notebook before sitting on the ice pack and watched as Louis rehearsed the steps.

 

“Stop!” I called. Louis looked at me. “Right foot goes first.”

 

I had Louis practice the steps until he did it without tripping and then I got up to join him. “I promise not to fall on you again.” Louis laughed.

 

I grinned, “I appreciate that.”

 

We started at the top of the stairs before running through the steps, without tripping each other. I held out my hand for a high five and he returned it, smiling. “I did it!” he cried before dancing around the room, doing a victory dance.

 

“Alright, let’s see if you can learn the rest of the routine.”

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