I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I brought the bottle of water up to my lips. I just finished the routine and now their going to pick ten girls out of twenty for the routine. Hopefully, I get picked.

I sat on the ground next to my bag, while I removed my shoes and put my boots back on.

"Five minutes girls.." The women called out from the table of judges. In five minutes we had to return back to the center floor and there going to pick out the girls.

I quickly redid my pony tail as I begun to walk to the floor while all the other girls were already there. I made my way to the center front row but it was kind if awkward since I was between two tall and very skinny girls. But whatever.

"So...." The director drifted off.

"All you girls were amazing today and if I could pick all of you, I would." Nicest person I've met in New York this whole time.

"But unfortunately, I'm only able to pick ten.. So when I call your name, please move up to this white line that I am pointing that." I bit down on my bottom lip as I watched her flip through her notebook. My fingers were crossed behind my back.

"Stephanie Carol." Okay..

"Lindsey Robinson."

"Mia Smith." I watched as girl from girl walked up to that white line that I was dying to stand on.

"Elizabeth Garcia."

"Olivia Moore." Oh gosh.

"Avery Thomas." Four more...

"Grace Davis." Three more...

"Victoria Hall." Please pick me.

"Allison Baker." I hang my head low as she was about to call the last girl. All these beautiful drop dead girls stood next to me and I was no competition to them.. So why would I have a chance?

"Last but now least......" Here it goes nothing..

"Camilla.." Right when I heard my name I immediately ran to then white line in front of me with a large smile on my face. Inside, I was jumping up and down like I was high off sugar but on the outside, I had to act settle and proper.

The woman looked at me with a confused look on her face.

"Your not Camilla Nelson?" Shit.

"No but my names Camilla. Camilla Johnson." I said worried. She looked back down at her paper and sighed.

"I'm sorry, but if you had let me finish what I was saying without jumping into this line, you would know that I was calling out Camilla Nelson, but Camilla Johnson. I'm sorry but please return to your original line." Tears pricked my eyes as I heard those words.

It's crazy how your mood can go in two completely different directions in just seconds...

I sluggishly walked back to the line with my head low so people couldn't see how sad and embarrassed I looked. As I walked back I heard whispering and giggling making me more embarrassed.

"May Camilla Nelson Please come to the front line." She called out while her eyes scanned the room. After a few seconds Nelson busted through the doors while she wiped her lips.

"Sorryyyyy! I was busy." She called out surrendering her hands in the air. I watched her as she sat down on the floor and opened her phone up.

"Camilla! Get over here!" The last hissed at Nelson. Once she realized why, she came running to the white line in the spot that I was standing in. I looked down while my hands fiddled with each other.

"Thanks ma." I heard Nelson whisper.

Ma.

The woman just gave her a crooked smile before returning with another speech.

"So for the ladies standing in the back, you can leave now. Thank you for trying out but unfortunately all the spots are taken. So just wait till next time." We all started to walk to our bags as the woman started talking to all the ten girls on the white line.

Unbelievable. Again.

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I wrapped the towel around my wet hair in attempt to get it dry since I just got out the shower. I sighed deeply as I thought about today.

Why is it so fucking hard to find a job? I mean, I'm a good dancer. I'm pretty. I'm not booshie and damn, I need a job!

I walk over to my nightstand and grab my comb. I began to comb my hair when I hear knocking coming from the front door.

"Hold on!" I yelled from upstairs. Perrie and Zayn wasn't here so I guess I'm gonna have to get it. I began to hear more and more knocking getting louder by the minute.

"I said hold on!" I rolled my eyes as I began to walk downstairs. Before they had another chance to knock again I opened the door with an annoyed look on my face.

"What Harry!" I hissed at him.

He instantly welcomed himself in the house with hands full of chips snacks and soda. I looked at him confused when he laid them on the coffee table.

"Well hello to you too Camilla." He said with a smirk on his face. I closed the front door back and walked infront of him as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"What are you doing Harry!?" I yelled at him. I watched him as he opened the bag of chips and started munching on them and started directly at me like I was invisible so he can see the television.

"Harry!" I said more sternly.

"Look, I'm not leaving. So sit your ass down next to me and eat some chips while we watch two and a half men or go upstairs." He said very controlling.

After he said that, I guess he was trying to prove who was boss and I guess he did a good job because I slowly sat down next to him and started eating some Doritos that Harry was holding.

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"And then Perrie decided to get whip cream and sprayed it all over me!" I said giggling as I laid my legs on Harry's lap while we talked about stupid things that happen when we were younger.

We both laughed loudly as I just finished telling him about the time when I put oil on the back of Perries pants and she didn't know. So she went out in public with a large
looking pee stain on her pants.

As the laughing begun to calm down, we sat there in silence trying to think of what to say next because aren't we suppose to be like.. Enemies?

"Harry.." I drifted off while I looked down at my hands.'

"Hmm." He replied as he did something on his phone.

"Why are you here? I mean like, don't you hate me or something?"

"No.." He drifted off chuckling.

"I just feel that since what happen, we should be there for each other. I hasn't been the easiest coping with the situation and I just need someone to feel comfortable with. Plus all the boys went shopping with their girlfriends today and I didn't want to feel like the odd one in the group so I didn't go."

I don't know why, but right when he said that, Niall came to mind.

"Did... Erm.... Niall move on yet?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in a couple days so I'm not able to tell you that." We sat there in silence again. It was kind if awkward between us because usually every time were together, were fighting or something. And this basically has been the first time I have ever been with him without wanting I rip his head off.

"So, how's dancing going?" He said trying to spark up a conversation. I rolled my eyes and sighed just thinking about dancing and finding a job in general.

"It's shit." By the look on his face he wasn't excepting that kind of answer.

"I've been over fifteen different auditions and I haven't been accepted into any of them! I'm only getting rejected! I love to dance and I need money! Dancing has been my dream since I was about five and I'm not giving up on it. It's just so fucking hard mixing money and dancing together, especially here."

I was beginning to vent more to Harry but I caught myself and stopped when I finally realized what I was doing and who I was actually talking too. I looked over at Harry since he sat there in silence and didn't respond to what I just said.

He just sat there, with his arms laying on my legs as they laid on his lap and played with his fingers.

"I know how you can get paid and dance." My eyes grew wide as he said that. I leaned up off the couch and sat up now interested in this conversation.

"What do you mean? How?" Right when I said that, he leaned in and kissed me. And for some reason, I kissed back. His hand held my face as my arms wrapped around his neck. I began to straddle his lap as he snuck his tongue into my mouth. I moaned into the kiss as he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling my body intimately close to his. My hands travels through his curls while his hands reached down to my ass.

When we finally pulled away, our foreheads touched as we both caught our breath. We looked into each other's eyes as we breathed heavily.

"....You can be my private dancer."

Notes

~Maya

Hey beautiful people. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but AliceRose has been taking care of it. But I owe you guys for waiting.. Um, Hope you liked and tell me what you think of this chapter. But dont you love it when the writer says the name of the title in the story? I feel so cool when they do that.

Check out the sequel too WHAT YOU CALL LOVE!
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And Merry Almost Christmas

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