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.


6. Hanging With A Star

I'm so sorry that I've been MIA for a couple weeks. I was sick for a while with an infection and after that it was hard for me to sit and write.

Thank you to everyone who wished me well, it means a lot.

But here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy.



Louis’ POV



“When is she going to get here?” Harry asked.



I looked over at him and saw he was practically bouncing from his spot on the sofa. “Would you relax? I told you the last time you asked that she was coming at seven.”



Harry froze and looked at his watch before he yelled, “It’s six fifty-nine!”



Zayn looked away from the TV where he and Niall were playing FIFA to give Harry a dirty look. “Shut up; you just made me miss a goal.” He said angrily.



Eleanor leaned closer to me and I looked down at her. She smiled up at me, but I could still tell she was nervous about meeting Laurel. I keep telling her that she doesn’t have to worry about anything; I love El and nothing would change that.



“Liam,” I called out and a couple seconds later he walked out from the kitchen. “Have you put the burgers on?” Liam nodded and returned to cooking; tonight he was the designated chef.



The doorbell rang and Harry jumped up and knocked over the glass of soda that was next to him. I disentangled myself from El and stood up. Looking at Harry, who was giving me a sheepish smile, I just shook my head. “If you want to meet her, you have to clean that up.” I told him. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but went to get paper towels once he saw the look on my face.



I walked to the door and opened it to see Laurel and Kate standing there. “Good evening,” I said.



“Hi!” Kate chirped and Laurel smiled and gave me a wave.



“Welcome to my humble abode,” I gestured and stood aside as they walked in.



“Humble my ass,” Laurel joked. “This place is huge!”



“A bit, but I do have four crazy friends that are almost always here,” I told her. We walked towards the living room where everyone was hanging out. “Guys!” I called. “This is Laurel and Kate.” The two girls at my side waved to the four people in the room.



At that moment, Liam poked his head out of the kitchen door, “Hi! I’m Liam!”



“I’m Kate and this is Laurel,” Kate pointed to herself and then to the blonde beside her.



A beeping sounded from the kitchen and Liam ran back into the kitchen to check on the food. “Not sure if you know them or not, but that’s Niall, Zayn, Harry and Eleanor.” I told the girls and pointed to each person in turn.



Harry sidled up to us and flashed Laurel a smile, “Hello there.”



“Hi,” Laurel said.



“So, you both dance.” Harry stated.



“Mhmm, that’s why we’re on a dancing show,” Laurel smirked at him.



His smile faltered and I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter. Ah yes, I’ve dealt with Laurel’s feistiness a bit over the last week during our practices. Even Zayn and Niall were laughing, even while continuing their game of FIFA.



Harry looked like he was about to say something else, but didn’t as Perrie came back downstairs. “El, thanks for letting me borrow a shirt. Last time I try to help Liam while he cooking.” Perrie said. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she looked up and saw that we had two more people in the room. “Oh, hi. I’m Perrie.” She stated as she walked towards us.



“Kate,” she waved.



“Laurel,” Laurel smiled.



Perrie surprised the both of them by pulling them into a hug. “I hope you are kicking Louis’ ass during your practices,” Perrie said to Laurel. “We’ve all made bets on how far he’ll make it and I really want to win.”



Laurel laughed and walked with her towards a couch, “How long do you think he can last.”



“Lou can’t last long at all,” Zayn sniggered and Perrie cuffed him on the back of the head.



“Pervert,” she muttered before looking at Laurel again. “I think he’s going to come in second place.”



The two of them looked at me and Laurel tilted her head to the side. “If he decides to listen to me then I’m sure he can.” Laurel said with a raised eyebrow.



I stuck my tongue out at her and returned to my seat next to Eleanor. “So do you guys only dance ballroom?” Harry asked.



“No, we both dance hip-hop.” Laurel said.



“Really?” Harry asked skeptically.



“Yes really,” Laurel raised her eyebrows, almost insulted. “Is that so hard to believe?”



Harry shrugged, “No offense, but yeah kind of.”



“Show us something,” Perrie suggested. “Make him eat his words.”



Laurel turned to Kate, both of them smirking and Laurel began scrolling through her phone for a song. I couldn’t help but shake my head and try not to laugh; Harry may think that she can’t dance hip-hop, but I know for a fact that she can. When I walked into the studio before practice one day, she had been dancing and she was good, really good.



A Pink song began playing and the girls looked at each other getting ready to dance and I saw Liam stick his head out of the kitchen to watch.



Both of them danced in unison, once they reached the next line of the song, they brought their hands above their head and then bounced their hips, bringing their arms down to their sides. The choreography was filled with complicated moves that I wouldn’t be able to duplicate in a million years.



Kate and Laurel bowed their heads, knees bent and moved their arms in quick succession before jumping their feet back together. Laurel nodded her head to the beat, and slowly lowered herself before she and Kate ran their hands up and down their legs before landing in a squat.



The girls finished dancing and I looked over at Harry who was sitting with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Meanwhile, Perrie was covering her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back her laughter, but failing.



“So, can I dance?” Laurel asked Harry. She sat down next to him and rested her head in her hand on top of her knee.



All he could do was nod because they just made him look like an idiot.



“Food’s ready,” Liam called.



“Finally!” Niall yelled and heaved himself off of the couch and ran towards the kitchen.



I stood up and held out my hand to Eleanor; she took it and we walked to the table. Perrie and Zayn were behind us followed by Kate, Harry and Laurel.



Liam had set out a selection of hamburgers, hot dogs, salad and crisps. We had all agreed that since it was getting too cold outside, that Liam would grill the food inside. Man, I was going to miss the summer.



“These are really good,” Kate complimented after taking a bite of the food.



“Thanks,” Liam said.



“I make better fajitas.” Harry interjected.



Laurel turned to look at him, “So when are you cooking?”



“Whenever you want,” he winked at her.



“I’ll have to check my schedule since Dancer Boy over there takes up most of my time,” Laurel hooked a finger in my direction.



“Well, I feel loved.” I replied sarcastically.



“You should,” she reached over and pat my cheek before slapping me.



I looked to my left and saw Eleanor gripping her glass tightly. “What’s wrong?” I whispered.



She shook her head, “Nothing, I just don’t feel very good.”



“Do you want to go upstairs and rest?” I asked.



“No, I’m okay.”



“If you’re sure,” I said.



Harry went to the freezer and pulled out two tubs of ice cream and then grabbed a bunch of toppings from the cabinets. “Make your own sundae!” He announced. Niall made to get out of his chair, but Harry stopped him. “You go up after everyone else; we don’t want to run out of ice cream.” Niall pouted, but stayed in his seat. “The guests get to go first,” Harry said and gestured for Kate and Laurel to get up.



Laurel stood up and on her way over to the counter she bent down and said something in Niall’s ear. His face lit up and he nodded.



I watched her pile up a bowlful of ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup and sprinkles. I tilted my head as I saw her fill up another bowl with the same amount of food. How was she going to eat all that?



She proceeded to walk back to the table and set one bowl in front of Niall. “Hey, that’s not fair!” Harry protested.



Laurel just shrugged before sending him a smirk, “You said he could go up after everyone else. He didn’t get up, I got it for him.”



“If I didn’t have a girlfriend, I would kiss you right now.” Niall said as he shoveled a spoonful of dessert in his mouth.



Harry opened his mouth to argue, but closed it once he realized Laurel was right. He has definitely found someone who would talk back to him, something he doesn’t get very often. Kate, who was sitting next to Laurel, just shook her head. I guess she was used to her friend’s sassy remarks, which I have to admit were pretty comical.



It was around eleven when the newest girls in our group said they had to leave. Each of us gave them hugs with Harry challenging Laurel to a game of Just Dance to which she promptly proclaimed he would lose.



And after spending two weeks with her doing nothing but dancing, I knew she was right.



“Bye partner,” I hugged Laurel.



“See you tomorrow,” Laurel said. “It’s our last day to practice before dress rehearsal on Monday.”



“Got it!” I saluted her.



As Laurel stepped to the side and Kate stepped forward, I saw Eleanor pull Laurel to the side. From where I was standing I couldn’t hear what El was saying, but I watched as Laurel nodded her head to whatever El had told her.



They stepped back towards the group and Laurel stepped over to hug Harry. “I expect a call about fajita night.” Laurel told him.



“And you most definitely will be getting that call,” Harry replied.



They hugged all the other boys along with Perrie before walking to the door. “See you tomorrow,” Kate said.



After they got into their car and pulled away, I closed the door and walked back inside with Eleanor. “What were you saying to Laurel?” I asked.



“Oh nothing, just wishing her luck for the first show.” El replied.



I narrowed my eyes as I saw her fiddling with the hem of her shirt, a tell-tale sign that she was lying. “Okay,” I said slowly.



I guess I was going to have to ask Laurel at practice tomorrow.

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