Rebellious, Beautiful, and Insecure

Alex and Amber are sisters. They are twins actually, Alex being twenty minutes older. Amber is always going, going, going with boys. But Alex rarely even goes on dates - and for a reason. The two sisters get jobs working for One Direction and the boys are quick to fall for them. Will Alex let her guard down and fall for the boy? Or will her past keep her from ever finding love? Travel along these girls' journey as teenagers, getting caught in fame, mystery, and intensity.


4. Choreography...and more?

         I throw on black leggings, a blue sports bra, and an off the shoulder shirt that cuts off right below my belly button. "Bloody bra," I mutter, slipping it on.

        "It is not the bra's fault that you have big boobs!" Amber exclaims. Amber has a slightly smaller size boobs then me, but both of us have a good amount. Sometimes my giant boobs get in the way. I'm just grateful that I don't have HUGE boobs. 

         "Whatever," I say pouting, but can't keep the composure for long. After a minute we start giggling as we make our way back out to the boys.

         Someone whistles and I look to see that it was Harry. I shoot him a glare and he puts his hands up in surrender. Amber and I climb up on stage next to the original choreographer. "What's your name?" Amber and I ask simultaneously. 

         "My name is Victoria. But you can call me Tori," She says. "And do you guys say everything together?" She smiles.

        "Sometimes," We answer together. She stifles a giggle.

        "Why do you guys do that?" Louis questions. Amber and I turn.

        "Because we are physic. Duh!" We exclaim together. We had rehearsed that line so many times over the years that it was just natural to say. 

        "Well that answers that question," Louis chuckles as the boys line up.

        "First thing's first. Hand over your mobiles," Amber commands. I smirk as she collects all of the boys' phones. "Yours too," She tells me.

         "What? That's cold," I grumble, handing her my I Phone. I see Zayn sticking his tongue out at me.

        "Okay, now why don't you show us what you guys have choreographed so far." Amber suggests. The boys nod and ask the audio workers to play the track. The boys start singing as they begin to move. A lot of their moves are in place and I can tell that Amber notices that too. We talk to Tori as the music plays on.

        "Feel free to take over," She says. I nod, an idea already running through my head. Tori gives Amber and I each a headset to put on.

        "Music off please," I say into the headset. The music stops playing and the boys just stand there.

        "What happened?" Zayn questions. I climb up on stage and begin to teach them a group part. I tell each of them to go in different directions with their part.

        "But luv, we can't go in two directions, we have to go in One Direction," Harry protests and everyone laughs. I sigh and slap his arm. "Hey!" He complains. 

        "Focus," I growl, and all of the boys silence. I teach them new moves and show them what I have in mind. It surprises me how long it takes them to pick up the moves. "Are we ready to try it with the music?" I ask them. They nod unsurely. "Track 5 please," I say into the headset. "5, 6, 7, 8," I yell over the music. Harry starts singing and I do the moves in front. When it's done they all bend over.

        "That's too much moving," Niall complains sitting on the ground.

        "How'd they do?" I ask Tori and Amber.

         "Zayn and Harry kept getting distracted by your ass," Amber says. She has a tendency of speaking her mind without filtering what she says. I turn and look at them accusingly. Both Zayn and Harry have red cheeks and aren't looking at me.

         "Okay, everyone take a five minute drink break and then we are going to come back, run through it five more times, and learn a new routine for the next song," I avoid her comment and tell all of the boys. Louis pats Zayn's back before getting off of the stage.

            I jump down to Amber and Tori and we start talking about the new choreography. We still had twenty seconds left for this song to organize and two more songs after this. By now it's 4:45. 

            We discuss our next approaches with them and go over the next moves ourselves. At 4:52 I am royally pissed. I let my sister go get the boys so that I don't freak out on them. I don't them to look like fools because then I will lose my job. I like to be the fun sister, but I can't do that when there are deadlines to meet. 

             "What's wrong doll?" Zayn's voice whispers right next to my ear.

             "Would you stop trying to flirt with me? I'm trying to do my job," I bark at him.

             "Sorry. Uptight much?" He retorts, moving up on stage. I clench and unclench my fists - did I mention I have a short temper? Amber comes back witht ehr est of the boys and we run through the routine I taught them and the new one that Amber, Tori and I just came up with. By the time we are finished it's 6:05.

              "You kept us over time!" Harry whines.

              "Your point?" Amber  laughs.

              "You owe us," He says.

              "What do you want?" We sigh together.

              "Come clubbing with us tonight," Zayn supplies. 

              "No," I laugh dryly and walk away from them all.

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