So this is my first fanfic so please be kind. Also English is my second language so any grammar or spelling mistakes are do to that! Please R&R it helps me write faster. Both positive and negative reviews are welcomed!

Chapter 1.

I looked down at the stack of papers before me. Then I looked back up at his pleading green eyes. My eyes turned down to the ballpoint pen the woman sitting next to him was holding out for me. I raised an eyebrow turning back to look at the stack of papers.

My contract.

If I chose to sign it…it would change my life forever.

I was debating whether or not I should. I bit my lower lip before standing up from my very uncomfortable seat.

His green eyes followed after me, "I need a minute." I stated pushing myself away from the table. I made it out the door just as he called out my name.

There was no way I could sign that contract. There was no way I could agree to do such a thing. To lie to millions of people in order to hide a secret. In order to make someone jealous. Why did I have to open my mouth?

"Charlie!" He called running after me now. I gulped running for the nearest exit. I couldn't face him.

There was no way I could become his beard.

A Few Months Earlier

"I'm telling you, Pip, my mom isn't going to let me come!" I complained into the phone.

Piper, my older cousin, sighed, "Charlotte, listen to your very wise cousin," I tried hard not to laugh, "this is a once in a life time opportunity!"

I sighed lying across on my bed, "I know that, but she is still not gonna let me come!"

Pip blew air through her mouth before saying, "She still wants you to go to that fancy dance school in New York?"

I began to twirl a long brown lock of hair looking up at the ceiling, "I rather go to London and audition with you…"

"So tell her!" My cousin urged.

I groaned, "You know how she is!"

"Okay, I have an idea," this time I did laugh, Pip wasn't much of a thinker, and whenever she had an idea…well they tend to be pretty wild, "How about I have my mom call yours later…see if she can convince her?"

I stood up looking out my second story window, "if Aunty Em can't convince mom, I'm done for."

Suddenly my bedroom door was thrown opened by my over dramatic older sister, "Why do you have a cell phone if you're always using the house phone?!" She shouted.

"It's a long distance call," I said in my defense, "Hey, Pip, I have to go, Myrcella just walked in."

My older sister began to tap her high heeled boot, "Tell Myrce, Hi for me, and don't worry, mom will talk to yours tonight!"

"Okay talk to you- Hey!" I cried when Myrcella pulled the phone out of my hand.

The older blonde smirked down at me, "Your girlfriend will talk to you next week," Myrcella said into the phone before leaving my room with the house phone. I sighed sitting on my window seat surrounded by old stuff animals.

My cousin Piper lives in London, England with her mom. She's a couple of months older than I am, but we were practically raised like twins growing up. I was devastated when she and her mom left the states when we were both fourteen. I hadn't seen her for three years. Still we kept close by calling and Skypeing whenever we can. She had just called me to give me really big news. Apparently the new boy band sensation was holding auditions for back up dancer next month. Apparently every dancer in London is auditioning, including Pip. She was nice enough to call to let me know ahead of time so we could try and convince my mother.

I knew she would say no if I asked, but if Aunt Em talked to her…maybe there was still hope.

I let out a sigh pulling my long light brown hair into a ponytail before making my way down stairs.

"Why do you and Pipers have to always hold the phone for so long? I have worked to do!" Myrcella complained after hanging up the phone. She was probably talking to the owner of the Art Studio were her works were displayed. She would usually get calls from potential buyers and needed the house phone line opened at all hours in the morning.

I rolled my eyes and in a mocking voice said, "Why do you have a cell phone if you're always using the house phone?"

Myrcella rolled her eyes pulling her messy blonde hair into a top bun, "Whatever, what did Pipers want anyways?" She asked following me into the kitchen.

I was pulling out a bottle of Nutella from the pantry, "She was telling me about dance auditions for this boy band in London."

My sister handed me a spoon, "What boy band?"

I thought about it, did she even tell me? "She didn't say, she was more excited about the auditions." We both took big spoonfuls of nutella before putting the bottle back into the pantry. "Have you heard anything of a new boy band?" I asked sitting up on the counter.

She rolled her blue eyes, "I've been so busy I haven't even checked my Facebook."

Myrcella was five years older than me and was a really famous artist here in Los Angeles. She had been a dancer like Pip and I until she discovered art when she was fifteen. I still remember how happy my dad was, and how angry my mom was. She had been a dancer back in her days -"the stone age"- my sister would joke when ever mom wasn't around.

She had to leave her dancing career behind when she got pregnant with our older brother, Oliver (who doesn't have an artistic bone in his body). Oliver instead choose the life of a backpacker…the last time we heard from him he was in…India I think…or was it Egypt? I don't know, he only calls mom when he need money. This is rare because usually he calls dad for that.

Mom and dad got divorced around the time Myrce decided to become an Artist and paint instead of a dancer. It seemed that after that I was my mother's last hope. She had pushed me to dance for as long as I could remember. She would always say that she wished her mother had pushed her as hard as she pushed me now. Once I was done with high school, next year, my mother expected me to attend Julliard in New York to continue my career as a dancer.

I did mostly lyrical dance, tap, jazz, and ballet. I knew a little bit of everything. Pip knew how to dance classical dances as well…but she also knew something I didn't…Hip Hop. My mother would die of a heart attack if she ever saw me dancing hip hop. The closet I have ever been to dancing hip hop was when one of my old dance instructors decided to mix it in with Ballet. When my mom found out…well…he is my old dance instructor for a reason.

"You know what, Charlie," Myrcella said washing her spoon in the sink before sticking it back in the drawer where it came from, "Even if mom says no, I'll pay for your ticket," I handed her my spoon so she could wash it, "Besides school will be over for you next week…we can always say you are just visiting for the summer and you just happened to audition."

I smiled hopping of the counter, "Thanks, Myrce…but I really wouldn't want to go behind her back- "

"Charlotte, it's about time you did something for yourself," She stated holding onto my shoulders, "mom has to stop trying to live her life through you, you are almost eighteen, she can't tell you what to do much longer."

I sighed, "Don't you have a canvas to paint?" I mumbled smiling tiredly at her.

Myrcella tugged at my long ponytail, "Go to London, and have fun for once."

"I will," I stated pushing her away, "If mom says I can go." I smiled making my way back to my room.

"Tsk, mom will say you can go when Olli decides to become a business man." Even I had to laugh at her remark.

Later than night I found myself sitting on my bed, biting my thumb nail. Myrcella sat next to me holding the house phone between our heads so we could both hear the conversation going on. London was seven hours ahead of Los Angeles. So since it was seven in the evening that meant it was around 2 am, which was when Aunt Em shift ended. She worked at a prestigious club as a bartender, something my mother frowned upon.

If you haven't figured it out…my mom rarely smiles.

"Come on, Holly, let the kid have a bit of fun before she has to start working her ass off to get into that school," said Aunty Em, "Not that she needs to I mean, she is an amazing dancer!"

I could almost imagine my mom rolling her eyes at that remark, "If I let her go for the entire summer she will slack off, ruining her chances-"

"You should let her slack off and have fun for once; all she ever does is work, work, work!" Aunty Em retorted.

"Emily if you only called to tell me how to raise my daughter-" I turned to Myrcella with a panicked looked on my face. Mom only called Aunt Em her whole name when she was getting mad. When she got mad she tended to hang up the phone. If she hung up the phone I would not be going to London for the summer.

My older sister gave my shoulder a squeeze before pressing her ear closer to the phone.

"I did not mean it that way…what I meant was that maybe…you should give her a break, she works to hard." Myrcella and I flinched, that was not the right thing to say to my mom.

Mom let out a deep breath, "I am sure you are tired Emily…" I stood up from my seat not wanting to hear anymore. Myrcella hung up the phone from our side.

"Well that was a disaster…" She mumbled tossing the phone against the pillows before lying down.

I sat on my floor pulling my computer on my lap, "I got an Email from Olli." I said getting her attention, "His in Spain."

Myrcella turned over so she was laying on her stomach reading over my shoulder, "Maybe you should call dad…ask him to talk to mom."

I chuckled, "And start world war three in the Briscoe house hold."

The blonder rolled her eyes at me, "They need to get over their selves." Slowly she stood up from my bed, "You are still going, even if we have to sneak out to the airport." She stretched walking out of my room. I smiled softly turning back to the Email my brother had sent. There was a picture of him and some unknown brunette standing in front of the Taj Mahal. He looked happy, I almost didn't recognize him. He had lost weight and was now sporting a beard.

I wrote him a quick message saying that he better have bought me something nice, or else. I also told him about what was going on in our lives right now. That I hoped to hear from him soon. I probably wouldn't.

Once I sent the message I stood to turn the lights off before getting into bed. That whole night my dreams were filled with me dancing on a stage…in front of thousands of screaming fans alongside Piper…and the members of that unknown boy band we spoke of.

So guys this is my first One Direction Fan fiction! Let me know what you think. Whoever leaves the nicest review gets a dedication on the next chapter! I will update on either Sunday or Monday.