“Say it, Iri.” He hisses through gritted teeth. I shake my head, looking down to avoid his piercing blue eyes that were penetrating my own.
“Say it.” He repeats, louder this time. I shake my head once more before his arms are suddenly pinning me up against the brick wall behind me and my body is arched to his. I gasp in shock and his finger-tips press softly into my waist; causing me to shiver under his touch.
“Say it, Iri.” He smirks slightly, eyes trailing over my face and finally landing on my lips. I draw in a deep breath and look up to see his eyes mirroring my own.
“I-” My words are cut off by his lips crashing to my own.


4. Chapter 4 - Posture

"How was it?" Mae calls from the sofa, where her tall frame is cuddled up watching a soppy love film on the tv.
"Amazing," I exclaim, dropping my bag and slipping off my shoes before slumping down on the sofa beside her.

"Why are you watching this crap?" I nod at the screen with distaste where the image of a young boy and girl leaning in for their first kiss was spread across the screen. Mae just smiles deviously. I had always hated Romantic films, books or... anything to do with romance really. Don't get me wrong, I never used to... But now it just felt... misleading to watch or read about it.
"Another good day of classes?" I ask her as they touch lips, placing my feet on her lap and leaning back on the arm of the cream sofa; steering my eyes away from the film.
"Good," She says, but somethings not right. The usual flair of happiness that is evident in her voice when she talks about dancing isn't there, causing me to frown in confusion. Ever since we'd arrived here and she'd started the college she'd not stopped talking about it. 
"Mae?" I say softly as concern washes over me. Her eyes flicker to mine, fake smile plastered on her lips, then back to the screen. She always did this when she was nervous, upset or angry. Just shut down. 
"Tell me," I demand, reaching for the tv remote. I switch it off but she continues to stare at it.
"Mae." I warn, sounding like a mother waiting for an explanation from a naughty child.
"There's auditions next Monday." She finally says with a groan before throwing her face into her hands. She was still wearing her dance clothes; crumpled from where she'd been huddled on the sofa. I frown. 
"What for?" 
"A music video." She looks at me with her lips set in a thin line, eyes blank.
"Who's?" I crumple my brow, how could this be a bad thing?
"One Direction." 
"Mae!" I squeal, jumping up from the sofa. I wasn't particularly a fan but I knew for a fact that Mae loved them. Back in England, her room was covered in posters of dancers and musicians that she adored; One Direction being the main focus of it all. I remember the bill that we received after she'd phoned in to X-Factor to vote for them; too many times than our pay-checks could pay for.
"Why aren't you excited?" I demand, sitting back down on the sofa and throwing my arms around. She just shrugs. 
"I won't get it." She states, sadness creeping in to her tone.
"Mae! For god sake! You're such a drama queen! Of course you'll get it! And if you do then... Then you'll meet them! You'll spend a few days with them!" I try my best to cheer her up but she just shakes her head at me. 
"My ballet teacher says I need better posture if I ever hope even getting a second look from their tough recruiters." She looks down at her neatly trimmed nails, her face crumpling slightly. 
"Sod what she says!" I exclaim, outraged someone had made Mae feel this bad about herself. She was usually confident, bubbly and willing to talk to anyone and go for anything; regardless of what it was. So to see her so down was... well, let's just say it was usual.

"Of course you can do it! I promise, Mae, you'll get it." I offer her a smile, tucking my legs underneath me. She looks up, eyes filled with tears. 

"What if I don't? Not that many people are actually going for it as they know how tough it's going to be!" She shakes her head.
"Only the top students are going for an audition!" She adds, voice dimming with every word.
"So? Shouldn't that make you want to do it even more?" I sigh, calming myself.
"Look, Mae, if you go and audition it doesn't matter if you don't get it. A lot of people won't. No one's going to laugh or say anything; you'll all be in the same boat. And if you do get it, which you will, you'll feel even better as it'll prove that you're one of the top students!" I chuckle to myself.
"And you'll get to meet One Direction." I add, knowing this will get a reaction from her. I watch as her plump lips curve up into a small smile and she sniffs before turning to face me. Mae reaches out and wraps me into a hug, causing me to grin.
"I'll try, but..." She pulls back and looks at me with a serious expression.
"If I don't get it, it's on you to put up with me whilst I mope about it for the next two years." 


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