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Private Dancer

~ Chapter 17 ~

Camilla’s POV
I impatiently knock on Harry’s door and he quickly opens it.

“Hey.” He says smiling

“Hey.” I reply dryly

“I can see we have an upset ballerina, please come in.” he says chuckling

I walk in and his apartment is actually really nice, super clean. I’m honestly surprised a guy like Harry is able to keep his apartment this tidy. Wow.

“Like it?” he asks

“Yeah it’s great, super clean.”

“I don’t like a messy home” he replies shrugging. “This way.” He says walking down a hall.

“It’s a big apartment Harry.” I say dumbfounded.

“Yeah, well, when you have the money…” he trails off.

We walk into a room and it’s perfect. Hardwood floors and mirrors on the wall.

“HARRY THIS IS GREAT!” I yell running up and hugging him

“I know, I had it done a week ago, I thought you would accecpt…” he trailed off

“Well you were right, so how much do I get paid again?” I ask

“$1500 per dace?” he offers.

“No, Harry that’s too much, how’s $10 per dance” I offer

“Just take the $1500!” he says rolling his eyes.

“No, $10 or I leave.” I say sternly.

“Fine, you’re the only person who won’t take cash from me unless worked for.” He says walking over to the corner of the room and sitting there.

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask taking off my jacket.

“I’m not sure yet.” He replies eyeing me head to toe.

“Tell me when you find out.” I reply chucking before stretching my arms and legs.

“You going to dance for me love?” he asks.

I smirk and plug in my iPod to the speakers. I play Youth by Daughter and let my feet move.

I listen to the song and it’s just so peaceful. I know Harry’s watching me but I’m so lost in the song that I can’t even notice him. The song picks up and I start to do more and more pirouettes. I realize that I have a huge room to dance around in so I start to use my space. I do a quick aerial and smile to myself as the song finishes.

“That was amazing.” Harry says clapping.

“Thank ya, now ready for more?” I ask

“Dance for me love.” He replies, and that’s the only cue I need.

///

I ended up spending the night at Harry’s because I was too tired to walk back and me being me, I wouldn’t let him drive me.

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asks

“Food.” I reply

“Specifically…?” he asks

“Anything.”

“You eat just like-” he stops himself and freezes. “I’m so-”

“Don’t worry about it.” I say cutting him off.

I was walking towards the door when Harry grabbed my arm.

“Hey, look he’s not worth it, don’t get upset over him. Please don’t go. Let’s go to Mickey D’s for breakfast and we can trash talk him.” He suggests making me laugh.

“Fine, but you’re buying.” I reply

“Sounds good.” He says smiling.

///

We get to Mc.Donalds and Harry get's in line. I sit at a table and can't help but notice someone outside taking pictures of me. Ugh. Harry sits down with the food and I eagerly take my food.

"Hungry?" he asks laughing.

"I did 10 dances, no shit." I reply

"Well they were all amazing."

"Harry someone's taking pictures of us." I say looking behind his shoulder. He turns around and his face turns into a frown.

"ridiculous, I can't even go for breakfast with a friend without being photographed." he says angrily.

"It's fine Har-"

"-No it's not. They just won't leave me alone, and now with the whole Kendall break up they probably think you're the "New Kendall" and that you're the rebound but they don't get that were just friends and I really am just-" I cut off his rant by shoving my hash brown in his face.

"I get it, but would you rather not be famous?" I ask

"I guess not, but I need some alone time, you know?"

"I get it but for now, just eat your pancakes and let's talk about my job." I suggest

"Okay."

"How often do I dance?" I ask him

"Whenever you can, just text me and stop by my place." he says cutting up his food.

"How many dances a night?" I ask

"As many as you can." he replies

"Any specific genres?" I ask

"Pole." he says smirking.

"Funny, seriously?" I ask

"Anything that will help you become a better dancer." he replies

"Thank you."

"For what?" he asks

"For everything. This job, this food and just being my friend." I say smiling.

"Friend?" he says in shock

"Yeah..."

"BEST FRIENDS!" He says over excitedly. Was he upset when I called us friends? Was he trying to play that off? Does he want...more than friends? That would explain the kiss...I don't know anymore.

Harry's POV
SHIT! I said that out loud!

"BEST FRIENDS!" I joke. Nice save. Nice save.

I look at Camilla and she's smiling brightly eating her food like an animal. Am I wrong for finding her attractive? I couldn't stand her at first, but now... I don't just want to be friends. I want to be more. I asked her to be my dancer so I could get closer to her and now she want's to be "friends", what am I going to do?

Notes

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Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but Maya is awesome sauce and did updates when my power went out <3 thanks Maya. So ye ye, let us know what you thought of this chapter <3

ღ Alice Rose ღ

Comments

I love this so much! Hopefully Kendall backs off for good.

Louis_bae Louis_bae
7/28/16

I know you dont like these comments but it's been almost a year so Im sorry but, WHERE IS THE REST?!?!??!??!?!?!?

Neayahbrookbabe Neayahbrookbabe
4/25/16

I love this story and since I dance its really fun to read so please continue to write

Nialler's Baby Nialler's Baby
2/15/15
I remember you don't like to be commented UPDATE* so I wont, I just wanted to say I love this story and I really love reading it..
Nialler's Baby Nialler's Baby
1/18/15

winter break got me waiting for updates like crazy