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.


26. Spinning With A Star

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Louis’ POV



“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” I panted, staring at the studio ceiling.



Laurel sipped her water before answering, “I’m not; it’s the competition. It always gets harder after week five.”



I pondered that for a second, “That maybe true, but I still think you’re enjoying my pain just a little too much.”



Laurel shrugged and smiled, not saying anything. We rested for a few more minutes before Laurel dragged me to my feet. “Let’s start from the beginning.” Laurel instructed. I made a face, but walked to my starting position. We only got a quarter of the way through when Laurel stopped us. “Your footwork needs to be sharper and more precise. That’s an extremely important part of the Argentine tango.”



We ran through the first part of the routine again and again until Laurel was satisfied with my footwork, which took a little while.



“I want to work on the lifts,” Laurel said. “Lifts are also important in this dance and I want the transitions in and out of them to be seamless.”



“Just tell me what to do,” I clapped my hands.



“So the one towards the end of the routine is relatively simple,” Laurel explained. “After we do the stomping steps, I’m going to bend my left leg and put it on your right thigh. Then you’re going to bend down slightly and wrap your arm around my back.” I moved my hand to her back and she adjusted it until it was in the right place.



“And then what?” I asked.



“I push off and wrap my legs around your waist. Your other arm is going to hold my leg as you spin around.” Laurel lifted her other leg and I grabbed her leg to hold her weight. “Got it?”



“I think so,” I answered.



“Let’s try it slowly.” She said. “Step, hook and then the set; bend and up and spin.” Laurel coached me through the steps. “That was pretty good. Just one thing; I need a little more lift so I can get my leg straight out before you start spinning.”



“Got it,” I nodded. We did the lift again and when we finished she told me that I did a good job. “Shall we practice the first one?” I asked.



“I suppose you’ve earned the right,” Laurel laughed.



“Why thank you,” I bowed dramatically. “So I lift you up onto my shoulder like this,” I scooped her up and she laughed. “I spin.” Laurel’s hair went flying behind her. “And you come down in front of me and we take two steps before you spin into me.”



“Alright, who’s coaching who?” Laurel laughed and pushed me away.



“But I was right, right?”



“Yeah, you just need to be a little more graceful.” Laurel told me.



“Grace and I don’t really get along,” I retorted, thinking of the times the boys and I have fallen on stage.



Laurel looked at me, “Well when I’m done with you, you will be so graceful that everyone will be jealous.”



“Okay, sure.” I snorted.



Laurel tilted her head and began going through the routine by herself. “I don’t know if that lift is going to work.” She muttered.



“Why not?”



“It seems too jerky going in to it; I feel like it breaks the fluidity of the dance.” She explained.



“Uh huh,” I nodded even though I didn’t really have a clue as to what she was talking about. The choreography seemed fine to me, but she’s the expert. “Oh, I just remembered that next week we have to go to L.A for a couple of meetings.”



“Well, if we’re still in the competition, I guess I’ll be going with you.” Laurel said.



“Cool,” I responded. “Have you ever been?”



“Yeah, I’ve gone for competitions and things like that.” Laurel told me. “They have plenty of studios there so don’t think we won’t be practicing a lot.”



“Oh damn,” I snapped my fingers. “And here I thought I was going to get a two-day vacation.” I deadpanned. “Seriously, I’m not stupid. I had already requested a ticket for you.”



“Good, because we’re attached at the hip for the remainder of this competition.” Laurel informed me. “I want you to win and I seriously think you’re a top competitor.”



It meant a lot to me that she really thought I could win the competition and I was going to do everything I could to win it.



“Well then, let’s practice some more so we can kick ass.”

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