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.


13. Quickstepping With A Star

So here is the next chapter! I hope you like it and we've got a little confession from Laurel ;)

The routine they perform is in the comments below so check it out.

This is the longest chapter I've written for this story...5 pages on word!

Let me know what you think!



Laurel’s POV


“You look like you just stepped out of the 50s,” Louis said when I walked out of the hair and makeup trailer.


“So do you,” I retorted.


Louis’ hair was slicked back and he was wearing a white shirt, tuxedo jacket and a bowtie. “We are one classy couple,” he stated.


“We are, aren’t we?” I agreed.


“Are you ready, my darling?” Louis bowed, doing a posh accent.


I brought my hand up to my cheek, pretending to blush. “Of course, kind sir.” I said in a similar accent. Louis took my hand and we walked backstage before sitting down and waiting for the start of the show. Pretty soon we were having a contest to see who could pull the weirdest faces.


Cher walked over to us and joined in before Louis and I posed for a picture which I was notified was now on Twitter. My phone began beeping from all the comments the picture was getting.


I scrolled through some of them seeing things like: “Sexy face Louis”, “They make such a cute couple” and even a few like “That dancing slut needs to leave Louis alone; he has Eleanor”. I rolled my eyes at the comments like the last one.


People are just so nice nowadays.


Louis had been looking at his phone too and he turned to me. “I’m sorry about the rude comments.” He said.


“It’s okay and you have no reason to apologize.” I told him. “It’s not like you told them to say that. You didn’t tell them to, right?” I narrowed my eyes at him.


“No, of course not.” Louis protested.


“Then don’t worry about it; I’m a big girl.” I pat his shoulder. “Now tell me what was the worst pickup line you have used on a girl?”


Louis looked a little startled at the sudden subject change, but he thought about my question for a few seconds. “Are you from Mars? Because your ass is out of this world.” Louis said.


I burst out laughing, “Did the girl slap you?”


Louis shook his head, “No, I’ve never actually said that.”


“Good,” I shook my head. I whipped my head to look at him, “The name is Blonde. James Blonde.”


“Wow,” he dragged out. “That was pretty bad.”


“Are your legs tired because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”


“Did you get hit in the head with a baseball? Because I think you’re swell.”


“Our long term relationship starts,” he pretended to look at a watch. “Now.”


Until the show began, we exchanged everything from bad to cheesy pickup lines. My favorite was one Louis came up with, “I’m addicted to yes and allergic to no, so what’s it going to be?”


The stage managers came into the room and told everybody to line up for the walk in. Louis and I got into place and within a few minutes I could hear the music start and we walked up to the top of the staircase before the beginning couples walked down onto the floor. Louis and I linked arms as we descended the stairs and waved to the audience. I looked over to where Louis’ band mates were sitting and saw Harry wink at me; I shook my head and looked away while waiting for the rest of the couples to join us.


“And up first is Alfie Deyes and his partner Kaitlin Weston,” the announcer said.


The lights dimmed and the video began playing; everyone except Kate and Alfie began leaving the floor. I walked over to them quickly and hugged both of them, “Good luck.”


I walked off the floor and joined Louis in the sky box to watch the performances; Alfie and Kate did really well, scoring eight’s across the board.


Three more couples performed before it was our turn to go on stage. Louis and I headed down to stage and got into position as our video was playing and the crew set up some props. I shook my hands out, getting ready to start the routine. “You ready?” I asked as the crowd laughed at the part of the video where Louis and I were laying on our backs, stretching.


“Hell yeah,” he high-fived me. “Let’s do this.”


We got into position and I grabbed the stuffed dog in a purse, which was my prop and Louis straightened his jacket. “Now dancing the quickstep, Louis Tomlinson and his partner Laurel Weiss.” The announcer stated.


The music started and I threw the stuffed animal to the side and switched sides with Louis. He spun me around and took my hand as we stepped down the stairs; we looked at each other briefly before we did the first kick steps. “Smile,” I reminded him when we faced each other again. He listened and smiled so wide I thought he might pull a muscle.


We went through the routine without any missteps, but at one point I could feel his arms sagging so I squeezed his hands tighter. “Hold your frame,” I prompted and immediately his arms were back into the correct position.


“And one, two, slide, one, two, slide,” I counted off. “Back, forward, back, forward.” I grinned when we made it through that section without trouble. It had been difficult for Louis, but he did it.


The routine ended with Louis on his knee and he pulled out a bracelet before slipping it on my wrist. Louis stood up and we hugged each other as the crowd cheered. “You did a great job.” I said into his ear.


Together, we walked towards the judges table and he put his arm around my waist. My stomach fluttered at the contact and I frowned at myself. I couldn’t get butterflies when I’m with Louis; that was just asking for trouble. Sure, he was funny and nice and cute…wait, where was I going with this? Right, trouble. He had a girlfriend and in general, it isn’t a good idea to date your dance partner.


I focused on what Len was saying, “Louis, look at my face.” I was confused until Len broke out in a grin, “I liked it.” I clapped and Louis pumped his fist. “It was young and fresh and I thoroughly enjoyed it.”


“You’ve got more sparks than a bolt of lightning,” Bruno said. “It was precise and traditional, but you have that cheeky smile that I find absolutely delicious.” I laughed while Louis looked surprised.


“To be honest I was a bit worried because last week you had so much style in the cha cha and I didn’t think it would become a good quickstep. But you took that style and turned it into sophistication; you had fantastic technique and it was amazing.” Carrie Ann grinned. “You’re like a little prince.”


Louis smiled, “Thank you so much.” He took my hand and we walked up to the sky box to get our scores.


“How does it feel to get positive feedback from all of the judges?” Cat asked.


“It’s amazing,” Louis answered. “It feels good to know that the work I’m putting into practice is paying off.”


“Well, let’s get your scores to see what your hard work got you.” Cat said.


“The judges have their scores. Carrie Ann Inaba.”


“Nine.” I grinned at squeezed Louis’ arm.


“Len Goodman.”




“Bruno Tonioli.”




I jumped and wrapped my arms around Louis as Cat talked into the camera, “That’s a total of twenty-six points; congratulations.”


“Thanks,” Louis smiled.


“Even with their high score, they still need your votes,” Cat said to the camera. “Call, text or tweet to vote to help keep Louis in the competition. Good luck, Louis.”


We went to sit down and I high-fived Louis, “You did so well; I’m so proud of you.”


Lou smiled, “It’s all thanks to your awesome teaching skills.”


“I guess you’re right,” I pretended to flip my hair over my shoulder. Louis shoved me playfully and smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back; his smile was kind of infectious.


“Whew,” Louis leaned back on the sofa. “I’m glad that’s over.”


“And if we make it through tomorrow you get to do it again next week.” I reminded him.


Louis looked at me, eyes narrowed. “Thanks for that.”


“You’re welcome,” I replied.




“So, what’s new?” Kate asked the next day.


“Not much,” I replied, scooping out some ice cream into a bowl.


“Oh really?” Kate raised her eyebrows at me.


I looked at her, “Yes, really. What are you talking about?”


“Don’t pretend, I saw you and Louis yesterday.” Kate said.


“Yes and we saw you too.” I answered slowly, still confused.


“That’s not what I meant smart ass,” Kate rolled her eyes. “I mean I saw you two flirting with each other before the show.”


“Us? Flirting? Are you on drugs?” I asked.


“Nope, but you were totally flirting. You don’t have to deny it; I’m not going to tell anyone.” Kate told me.


I put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth and thought about her words. We weren’t flirting, but I can’t deny that I am kind of attracted to him. And occasionally I get nervous around him, especially when he smiles at me or compliments me. “Okay, so maybe I think he’s cute, but every girl in the world does.” I replied.


Kate grinned at me. “You like him,” she said in a sing-song voice.


“No, I don’t.” I scoffed.


“Yes, yes you do.” She poked my side and I glared at her. “Come on; tell me, tell me, tell me.”


“I do not like him,” I annunciated each word. “Yeah he might be cute, sweet and funny; I mean he always makes me laugh and he’s just a generally good guy.” I broke off when I noticed Kate staring and grinning at me.


“Do you hear yourself? You at least have a tiny crush on him,” Kate squealed.


I thought about what I had just said and dropped my spoon, “Oh shit.”


“What’s so bad about it?” she asked.


I deadpanned, “Well for starters, he has a girlfriend. And I have tried dating a dance partner before and that didn’t end well.” When I was about fifteen, I dated my dance partner, Shawn, and when he dumped me for another girl; it made dancing awkward so we found different partners. “Plus, even if I did really like him, his fans would probably murder me for splitting him and Eleanor up.”


“You worry too much,” Kate waved away my arguments. “I wasn’t saying date him, but it’s been a while since I’ve seen you like a guy.”


“Well, I can’t like him and I refuse to like him as anything more than a friend so that’s that.” I stated.


Kate pursed her lips, but dropped the subject and we finished eating our sundaes. It was still a few hours before we had to be at the studio for the result show and neither of us had to perform tonight, so Kate and I were relaxing at my apartment.


I had made lunch for us and after we made ice cream sundaes, which in my opinion was the best decision I made today.


The hours before the show went quickly and I drove the both of us to the studio. We went to the clothing trailer and put on our dressed from last night before going to hair and makeup to recreate what we looked like last night.


There was music playing in the background when Kate and I went into the studio and we looked at each other before beginning to tango. Kate tried dipping me, but lost her grip and I landed on my back. I glared at her from the floor, “Alfie should consider himself lucky that you won’t be dipping him because you suck at it.”


“He’ll probably drop me at least once,” Kate shrugged and I pushed myself off the floor, fixing my dress.


“Doesn’t that happen to everyone,” I questioned.


“Yeah, pretty much.” Kate agreed.


The show was starting in ten minutes and Louis still hadn’t shown up. Less than a minute later, Louis ran into the room yelling, “I’m here! I’m here!”


“Well, look who finally showed up,” I crossed my arms.


“I’m sorry,” he sounded out of breath. “I got stuck in traffic.”


“It’s all good,” I said. “Now let’s go and find out if we made it through to next week.”

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