Forgotten

*******Chelsea's P.O.V.*********
(I wore this)
*2 DAYS AFTER THE BREAK-UP*
God I hate deciding things. Like at the moment, I'm deciding if I should get out of bed, or I shouldn't. I was at home all day yesterday doing registration. I applied from the International Dance Academy (IDA) In Hollywood. I really can't go back to England, it was too far, and we my life is here now. So, I decided to apply for it and see what happens. If I do get in, great! That would be a dream com true. If I don't then I'll probably find another A-list dance academy in L.A. I heard my phone going off, so I decided to actually get up and see who it is.
"Hello?" I asked in my groggy morning voice.
"I've been waiting out front for a half hour." Someone said rather harshly.
"Who's this." I asked completely oblivious
"Oh I don't know, the person who was supposed to come over at 9 this morning." Oh shit.
"Oh, uh, hey Harry. Um I'm coming down right now, sorry." I said hanging up. As I was walking down the stairs, my phone went off again. I quickly answered annoyed.
"Harry, I told you coming down." I said rather coldly.
"Hello, Miss Mills. It's Anthony Johnson, from the International Dance Academy." Bloody hell.
"Oh, hello Mr. Johnson. I'm sorry, I thought you were my boyfriend." I said as I made my way to the front door.
"It's perfectly fine Miss Mills. We have received you application for enrolling here at the academy, and I wanted to personally tell you that we have declined it." I stopped dead in my tracks. I really thought I would actually get in.
"Oh, um, it's okay, thank you for informing me."
"You didn't let me finish Miss Mills. We declined your application, because we wanted you to come teach here at the academy." Holy shit. I opened the door and quickly walked into my kitchen not even looking at Harry.
"I would absolutely love to teach at the academy. Um, but what would I teach?" I asked as Harry strolled into my kitchen and started going through my fridge.
"Well specifically, we would like to to teach Contemporary, Hip-Hop, and Jazz."
"Oh my goodness. Thank you so much for this amazing opportunity, I was just planing on taking a few classes, not actually teaching them."
"Well, your resume was far from being a student. I have to go make a few other phone calls, but you start next Friday. Whenever you can come pick up your paperwork, and dance supplies."
"I will do it as soon as I can."
"Great! Have a wonderful day Miss Mills, and I look forward to working with you." He said hanging up. I stared at my phone for which felt like hours, before Harry spoke up.
"Um, Chelsea? Hello? You in there?" He said waving a hand in front of my face.
"You are never going to believe what just happened."
"The world is being dominated by puppies."
"Uh, no. Your looking at the new dance teacher of the International Dance Academy."
"I thought you applied to be a student?"
"I did. They said my resume was too good to be a student!"
"I'm really happy for you Chels. But I need to talk to you about something."
"Not now, I have to go get changed, then go get my "dance supplies"" I said heading upstairs to my room.
*******Harry's P.O.V.*******
"Not now, I have to go get changed, then go get my "dance supplies"" She said prancing up to her room. I smiled at how cheerful she was.










How in hell am I supposed to tell her that I'm going back on tour?

Notes

YOU GUYS I ACTUALLY UPDATED!