After a week of relentlessly dancing with a bunch of immature weaklings, I'm glad to say that rehearsal week is finally over. All I have to do is face the final battle of tomorrow night and I get a day off away from the disastrous dancers.
I simply can't wait for tomorrow, I think to myself. I roll my eyes whilst tying my shoe, getting ready to leave just as I am interrupted by the one and only Harry Styles. I sigh at him before he can even get a word out and continue to ignore his presence.
"So Camila, I was wondering if you were going to the pre-tour party tomorrow?"
I try my best to hide the scowl emerging from my lips and present Harry with the perkiest face I know. "Of course Harry! I wouldn't miss it for the world, you know with all the fun I've been having here, why would I wanna miss out on a great opportunity to hang out with a bunch of...." I cut myself off before I would say something offensive. Ever since my encounter with Ashton I've been trying to 'make nice' with everyone else. That required being 10x more fake than usual. Just lovely, ain't it?
"Ouch. I think I know where that was going and I'm glad you stopped. Anyways, since we're dance partners and all I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to the party?"
If I was smart, I would have gotten up and left automatically after tying my laces, but since I didn't I'm stuck with the aggressive dreamer of the group.
"Thanks Harry!" I state peppy, yet sarcastically, "I'd love to but I'm more of a fan of going solo on things." Things like dancing, or generally anything including people who think they are better than me.
"Are you sure?"
Boy, this kid is on my nerves. By this point, our discussion was receiving glares from fellow dancers and the other boys. Not wanting continue the conversation, I turn away, my pony tail whipping at him in the process.
My so called rudeness earns me yet another life lesson from curly boy Ashton.
"Again with the rudeness. Harry was just trying to be nice ya know?" He says, following behind me, the sound of his familiar footsteps are the only thing I hear.
"Listen here Irwin, I told you I'm not here to make friends. I shouldn't even bother showing up to these rehearsals. I know all the dances already and I can do it better than those girls even if I was given a day to learn while they have a week. Why am I still even here?" I say, more flustered than I am annoyed at his continuous questioning.
"Because dancing is your passion and you're not going to let anyone take the title of number one from you no matter what it takes. Camilla, I know you're not a bad person. You have good intentions, you just have a bad way of showing it." I stand silent. I was letting him win but he would just rebuttal anything I would say anyways. "Anyways, I'll see you at the party tomorrow."
I look over my shoulders to see that he is no longer there and it's almost like he never was. This boy is making me lose my grip. No, no, it's just been a long week and I'm tired. What am I doing? Thinking I'm weak? Ha. I amuse myself.
I adjust the strap of my bag, impatiently waiting for my limo driver to take me to the days next location, thinking about the words of the bossy Ashton Irwin. After a while, they don't seem so bossy. I mean, he isn't right, but he isn't exactly wrong either.
I let out a breathy sigh as the limo finally pulled in. I swear, every time I ask for a new driver, they send me one that's slower.
I make quick eye contact with the driver before throwing my bag onto the ground and walked into the hotel begrudgingly. The sound of a car horn follows behind each of my footsteps. The driver probably wondering why I would just leave. I ignore the sound, and find my way back into the dance studio.
"Harry. Me, you. Party tomorrow, yeah? Great. You can pick me up tomorrow at 6. I'll be ready by 6:15. I'll see you then."
"Wait, I don't know where you live." Harry says just before I turn at the room.
"Find it!" I shout back, putting on a positive. I simply just know that Ashton is listening.
By going to the party with Harry, I can prove to Ashton that I'm not just a heartless wench, but that I can also have fun just like any normal 19 year old girl. I know it'll be difficult to deal with Harry tomorrow; who cares though? Ashton's getting on my nerves with this whole friend thing so if I manage to befriend Harry, I'll get Ashton off my shoulders and be at peace again. Violá!