I have never been as nervous as I was for tonight's performance, and I have never had less reason to be nervous. This wasn't an audition for Joffrey or a competition. It was a One Direction concert, where none of the front row, thirteen year old girls were looking at me, they were looking at my partner. My three dances with Harry came and went without flaw, and I'm very excited to do this again.
After the show, the group of us decided to celebrate in some restaurant, which is where we currently are. We pushed tables together so that all of us could sit in a big group. I am only half listening to the boys and other girls chatter about the buzz that they always get from performing. Instead, I am intensely focused on Ashton's hand resting on my thigh. It's so casual to him, he's still laughing, occasionally removing it to make some gesture with his hand, but, it never fails to return, filling the cold spot that had formed when it left.
"Are you okay?" Ashton asks lowly, causing me to flinch.
I smile, quickly, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just thinking that it's weird to not be on stage for competition. I'm just kind of worried that my technique will get sloppy. No one would want me to dance for them if I had bad technique."
He laughs lightly, "I'm sure you'll be fine. Just enjoy dinner," his voice gets lower, "This place is expensive as hell and Harry and Louis offered to pay for it."
I laugh at his comment and rejoin the conversation to my full capability, but my mind keeps wandering to Ashton's hand again, now rubbing my thigh.
The following day, we are on the road again, for our second stop. I sit in the kitchen with Arabelle and Luke while waiting for Ashton to wake up, but I know that I've got a few hours before that happens.
I tune back into the conversation at hand, where Luke is teasing Arabelle insisting that she and Michael love each other, which, for the record, they totally do.
"We do not! We are totally just friends," she says, her eyes widening as she speaks.
"Just friends who secretly kiss each other," Luke says. Before Belle can speak, he adds, "Calum saw! He told us."
She is clearly upset, but I don't really understand why. "Ya know, it kind of makes me mad that you all tease me but don't say anything to Cam and Ashton."
"No offense, Belle, but you're not scary. Cam is scary," Luke says and gestures at my morning look. I'm only thankful that they've finally stopped referring to me as "hair" each morning, because it is typically out of control. I shrug in agreement and Ashton takes a seat next to me, placing a rather wet kiss on my cheek.
"Why'd you wipe it off?" he whines.
"It was sloppy," I reply and lightly hit him. "Stop whining," I say in reply to the groan that he let out.
Luckily, we aren't actually making a stop that night because we won't arrive at the next venue until tomorrow around 11 am.
During the evening, the boys, me, and Belle are all sitting around the table, playing a card game. Luke's phone begins to buzz, and he immediately checks it.
"Ooh, is that a girl, Luke?" Calum teases.
"Does Lukey have a girlfriend?" Michael adds in, causing a loud laugh from Ashton, for which I hit his arm for pretty much screaming in my ear.
"No," he says, typing back, "Harry needs Cam for something tomorrow, when we stop."
I get confused looks to which I just shrug, "Probably just something about the dances." Though, I have a feeling that isn't it.