Dancing With My Scars - On Hold
Chapter 18- Tipsy
Walk Over Me - All American Rejects (song to listen to while reading)
Bella's Point Of View:
"How the hell are you two going to be on national TV in two hours?" Niall groaned from the front seat of his car.
"Shut up Niall!" Olivia giggled and we both high-fived.
We definitely drank more than we should have, but it was honestly so worth it. So what if I'm a little tipsy tonight, it's not like I'm dancing. Result shows are boring and the only thing good about them are the guest performers.
"I don't wanna gooooo!" I pouted, rolling down my window to let the New York air refreshen me.
"I hope I don't get sent home." Olivia sighed, and I nodded in agreement. "Niall, since you're uhh Mr. producer or whatever, can you find out who's being sent home and tell us?" She asked with her puppy dog eyes.
"Are you insane?" He laughed, pulling into the studio. He opened the doors for us to bring us inside, and shielded us from the paps. "You girls are absolutely crazy." He teased.
"Boo hoo." I joked, heading towards my dressing room. My hands gripped the walls to steady myself from being so tipsy, and when I finally kicked in the door my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head.
"Louis can't be in here." I said to Chris, tossing my tote down and stumbling in my heels.
"Are you drunk?" Chris smiled, shaking his head. I gave him the finger and started giggling uncontrollably... none of this is funny, and i'm a moron.
"I just came back here to wish you the best of luck tonight, love. I'm sure you guys will be coming back next week." He smiled, before exiting. That was weird.
"He's trying really hard, you know." Chris sighed, sitting down beside me.
"He can try all he wants, it won't make me like him anymore." I laughed, shaking my head at even the thought of being anything other than strangers with Louis.
"Alright... New topic, why are you so wasted?" Chris asked, holding my hand. Is it weird he's actually becoming a really good friend? Or are these drunk thoughts?
"Harry invited some friends over to cheer me up... it worked!" I grinned at the last part. "Harry is soooooo kind to me sometimes, ya know?" I gushed, patting Chris' hand.
"But only sometimes." Chris reminded me. "I'm nice all the time, Bella." He laughed and I nodded.
"You're alright, Avery." I teased, punching his shoulder a bit.
"It's Avery now?" He said with a laughing demeanor. "You're alright too, Adams." He smiled before helping me up. "Let's get you sober for tonight." He smiled, taking my hand and leading me towards the food on the counter.
He literally is such a great guy.
"So Chris, tell us a little bit about your foot injury." The host, Tom asked Chris and I after the third commercial break. I felt my body tense around his arms, I wasn't expecting that.
"A few years back I was shot in the foot by someone with a severe mental illness." He shared, and the crowd grew silent and I was at a loss for words. "But I'm better now and back to dance, thanks to this girl right here." He smiled, rubbing my shoulder beside him.
"How has your experience been this past week with Chris?" Tom asked, passing off the microphone to me.
"It's been incredible... We get along great and he's an amazing friend as well as dancer." I giggled.
"She's the best teacher in the world, I mean it. She's pushing me super hard, but it's so worth it." He gushed, making me blush a bit.
"That's great because you guys are safe for next week!" He cheered. I immediately flung myself into Chris' arms and he kissed me sweetly on the cheek.
"Yes!!" He shouted, caressing me strongly.
"I knew we could do it!" I smiled, taking in this moment. I'm actually a little surprised we're safe since he's not a celebrity and I was a little flat last night.
Shortly after Chris and I were announced safe, my friend Mark and his celebrity partner Sabrina Bryan were sent home. They were actually really good last night, so I'm pretty shocked.
When Chris and I got back to our dressing room, we had a little dance party.
"This is the best feeling in the world!" I giggled, dancing around the room with him.
"I'm so happy! You should come back to my place and we can celebrate." He suggested, stopping dancing and holding my arms in place to steady me.
"I don't know..." I stammered nervously. I could go and see for myself how Louis is, but that seems too dangerous. At the same time, I really want to hangout with Chris some more, see how things go. "Will Louis be there?" I asked, and he nodded.
"He won't bother us, I promise." He whispered, stepping a bit closer and almost closing the space between our bodies. His ice blue eyes sent cold shivers through my body and his hand on the small of my back was pushing me closer towards him. One kiss won't hurt, right? . . .
Ring, ring, ring ring.
"For fucks sake." I groan, pulling away right before our lips met. I looked at the caller ID and sighed, Harry was calling.
"Hey." I answered, and Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah no problem, I'll be home in 10 minutes." I said into the phone. "Thanks so much, Harry. For everything." I smiled to myself before hanging up.
One kiss with Chris would have been too much, especially since I've got Harry and my adorable daughter in my apartment waiting for me to get home.
"So I take it your not coming over?" Chris chuckled, shaking his head.
"Not tonight. Rain check?" I said awkwardly, packing up my tote bag. I could tell he was disappointed by the change in his demeanor, but he didn't say anything.
"Absolutely. I'll see you in practice?" He smiled, peeling off his shirt to change. Fuck. He's so hot. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
"Uhhhhh..." I stuttered, backing towards the door but ending up crashing into the wall. Embarrassing. "Yeah I'll see you umm... soon hopefully." I giggled like a little girl and raced out of the room towards Niall's car so he could take me home, to Harry.
I hope Harry's worth it, cause I could easily be with Chris if I wanted.
Bella's Point Of View:
"How the hell are you two going to be on national TV in two hours?" Niall groaned from the front seat of his car.
"Shut up Niall!" Olivia giggled and we both high-fived.
We definitely drank more than we should have, but it was honestly so worth it. So what if I'm a little tipsy tonight, it's not like I'm dancing. Result shows are boring and the only thing good about them are the guest performers.
"I don't wanna gooooo!" I pouted, rolling down my window to let the New York air refreshen me.
"I hope I don't get sent home." Olivia sighed, and I nodded in agreement. "Niall, since you're uhh Mr. producer or whatever, can you find out who's being sent home and tell us?" She asked with her puppy dog eyes.
"Are you insane?" He laughed, pulling into the studio. He opened the doors for us to bring us inside, and shielded us from the paps. "You girls are absolutely crazy." He teased.
"Boo hoo." I joked, heading towards my dressing room. My hands gripped the walls to steady myself from being so tipsy, and when I finally kicked in the door my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head.
"Louis can't be in here." I said to Chris, tossing my tote down and stumbling in my heels.
"Are you drunk?" Chris smiled, shaking his head. I gave him the finger and started giggling uncontrollably... none of this is funny, and i'm a moron.
"I just came back here to wish you the best of luck tonight, love. I'm sure you guys will be coming back next week." He smiled, before exiting. That was weird.
"He's trying really hard, you know." Chris sighed, sitting down beside me.
"He can try all he wants, it won't make me like him anymore." I laughed, shaking my head at even the thought of being anything other than strangers with Louis.
"Alright... New topic, why are you so wasted?" Chris asked, holding my hand. Is it weird he's actually becoming a really good friend? Or are these drunk thoughts?
"Harry invited some friends over to cheer me up... it worked!" I grinned at the last part. "Harry is soooooo kind to me sometimes, ya know?" I gushed, patting Chris' hand.
"But only sometimes." Chris reminded me. "I'm nice all the time, Bella." He laughed and I nodded.
"You're alright, Avery." I teased, punching his shoulder a bit.
"It's Avery now?" He said with a laughing demeanor. "You're alright too, Adams." He smiled before helping me up. "Let's get you sober for tonight." He smiled, taking my hand and leading me towards the food on the counter.
He literally is such a great guy.
"So Chris, tell us a little bit about your foot injury." The host, Tom asked Chris and I after the third commercial break. I felt my body tense around his arms, I wasn't expecting that.
"A few years back I was shot in the foot by someone with a severe mental illness." He shared, and the crowd grew silent and I was at a loss for words. "But I'm better now and back to dance, thanks to this girl right here." He smiled, rubbing my shoulder beside him.
"How has your experience been this past week with Chris?" Tom asked, passing off the microphone to me.
"It's been incredible... We get along great and he's an amazing friend as well as dancer." I giggled.
"She's the best teacher in the world, I mean it. She's pushing me super hard, but it's so worth it." He gushed, making me blush a bit.
"That's great because you guys are safe for next week!" He cheered. I immediately flung myself into Chris' arms and he kissed me sweetly on the cheek.
"Yes!!" He shouted, caressing me strongly.
"I knew we could do it!" I smiled, taking in this moment. I'm actually a little surprised we're safe since he's not a celebrity and I was a little flat last night.
Shortly after Chris and I were announced safe, my friend Mark and his celebrity partner Sabrina Bryan were sent home. They were actually really good last night, so I'm pretty shocked.
When Chris and I got back to our dressing room, we had a little dance party.
"This is the best feeling in the world!" I giggled, dancing around the room with him.
"I'm so happy! You should come back to my place and we can celebrate." He suggested, stopping dancing and holding my arms in place to steady me.
"I don't know..." I stammered nervously. I could go and see for myself how Louis is, but that seems too dangerous. At the same time, I really want to hangout with Chris some more, see how things go. "Will Louis be there?" I asked, and he nodded.
"He won't bother us, I promise." He whispered, stepping a bit closer and almost closing the space between our bodies. His ice blue eyes sent cold shivers through my body and his hand on the small of my back was pushing me closer towards him. One kiss won't hurt, right? . . .
Ring, ring, ring ring.
"For fucks sake." I groan, pulling away right before our lips met. I looked at the caller ID and sighed, Harry was calling.
"Hey." I answered, and Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah no problem, I'll be home in 10 minutes." I said into the phone. "Thanks so much, Harry. For everything." I smiled to myself before hanging up.
One kiss with Chris would have been too much, especially since I've got Harry and my adorable daughter in my apartment waiting for me to get home.
"So I take it your not coming over?" Chris chuckled, shaking his head.
"Not tonight. Rain check?" I said awkwardly, packing up my tote bag. I could tell he was disappointed by the change in his demeanor, but he didn't say anything.
"Absolutely. I'll see you in practice?" He smiled, peeling off his shirt to change. Fuck. He's so hot. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!
"Uhhhhh..." I stuttered, backing towards the door but ending up crashing into the wall. Embarrassing. "Yeah I'll see you umm... soon hopefully." I giggled like a little girl and raced out of the room towards Niall's car so he could take me home, to Harry.
I hope Harry's worth it, cause I could easily be with Chris if I wanted.
Notes
this chapter was boring af... & ha ha ha Bella thinks Chris is a great friend and sexy mother fuckaaaasorry I haven't updated... I wouldn't say I've lost interest in this story because I haven't, I'm just struggling to find ideas.
please comment suggestions if you have any, they might spark some ideas up in my mind!
& vote of course, :) xxxx
Can you plz update? Hopefully Harry finds Bella.
1/14/18