Disclaimer: Do not own 1Direction... They're people, duh. But the plotlines and OC's I do own. Another author helps and gives me input ;)
Caroline Flack doesn't exist in this muthafucking fanfiction :)
Pineapple Dance Studios
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On the flight, Megan was stiff and tense. She wasn't her normal, happy self.
"Are you OK?" Harry asked, leaning over to her slightly. The music was blasting into her ears. She lifted one ear and he repeated the question. Megan nodded. "You sure?" He asked. Megan put on a smile and nodded.
"Fine." She said calmly before putting it back over her ear. Harry just slowly moved back into his seat and pulled out his phone.
'You sure ? :( x' He text, adding a picture of a kitten with a sad face. He waited for her to get the message.
'Fine.' She text back. Megan never used full stops in her texts. It was always kisses and hugs. Heavy Rave & Ecstasy beat through her headphones as she dropped off to sleep. Harry just looked at her with his lips pulled to the side. He was trying to fathom out what had made her so glum and quiet.
The whole holiday wasn't the best between them. Yes, she agreed to join him, the boys and Danielle on the Orange Carpet for the Kids Choice Awards where America went stark raving mad about their relationship. When she performed with Danielle and LMFAO on stage at the awards, she had forgetten everything she had heard that day. She just danced her heart out with her new friends she had made during rehearsals. British dance schools were trying to get her numbers and they tried to get her to join them after seeing her performance and hearing about her two week rehearsal period. It was alot for her to boys were constantly in the studio, perfecting their upcoming album. Danielle was used to that too. Megan just felt so alone. Fans would run up to them (Her and Danielle) in the street for autographs. They would be happy to sign some stuff but Megan didn't understand why they came at her. Some guy fans ran up to them too. She still felt alone.
Even as the boys tried to organize a day out of the studio, Managment intervened and warned the girls off to let the boys work. She was threatened by them for texting the boys to see how they were. Megan was deteriorating and nobody was noticing. She had barely seen Harry the whole time. Only when she got up for breakfast and when he came home at night. Megan understood that it came with the job he had but she didn't know it was that serious. Doing things with Danielle was great but wasn't the same.
It all came crumbling apart, two weeks into the holiday.
The boys had managed to get a night off but by then it was too late. They were all sat up in Danielle and Liams room with Chinese food in the centre of the bed.
"Megan? You're really quiet" Zayn pointed out. Megan looked up expressionless then smiled.
"Sorry. Just- No, sorry!" She tried to laugh and cover it all up. Harry looked at her.
"Meg. Hug?" Niall offered. She shook her head. Everybody's faces straightened up. Nobody passed on a Horan Hug. She bit the end of her wooden chopsticks.
"Harry, I do need protection, just saying!" Megan spoke into her food. Harry looked up from his Chinese box.
"What?" He asked.
"I heard you and your sister. I don't need protection? I heard it all" She sighed. Her eyes watered up and she blinked furiously.
"Megan- You don'-"
"What? Understand, Harry? I don't understand?" Megan put her food down onto the floor and got up from the bed.
"Where's this all came from, Megan?" Harry asked, copying her actions.
"The day we left. You and Your sister's conversation about me not needing any protection. Do you know what that's like to hear? Imagine throwing a baby seal into a large Savannah and have all the lions and rhinos attack it! That's how I feel when I don't have any protection! No offence to you, Danielle. You were really great!" Megan smiled at her with her hands on her heart.
"Megan, you could of told me this. I could of helped you. Got you through it at least" Harry tried to help in a hurt voice.
"Hm, I never thought of that, Harry(!)" She sarcastically said, sniffing and snuffling.
"Don't have to get bitchy with me!" He argued.
"Harry, I did try! Lots of times! Managment shut me out so I was left in the motherfucking Savannah on my own! Danielle, again, no offence" She tried to smile. Danielle shook her head and all the boys watched the argument awkwardly.
"You should of seen me in person then!" Harry almost shouted.
"That didn't occur to me either(!)" Megan cried. They were both in defensive stances. "That's what I'm saying! I can't have a relationship where there's a middle man, Harry! It's honestly not you. It's me. I can't do pressure or people interfering!" Megan wiped away her tears which were halfway down her face.
"Then why did you go out with me if you knew about the managment and shit?" Harry asked in an alarming tone.
"I didn't know it went that far, Harry! I'm sorry that I can't cope with cameras or screaming girls or thousands of strangers watching my every move or me go shopping with my family! I'm sorry about tha-" Megan was cut off.
"WHAT FAMILY? THE CRACKHEADS?" Harry yelled. Megan loosened up and her face relaxed. "Oh! Oh, my God, Megan. I'm so sorry" His hands covered his mouth and nose and his eyes were wide.
"Never speak to me again, Harry Styles!" Megan warned in a quiet tone before picking up her sandals and going down the hallway to her and Harry's room. Harry covered his whole pale face with his gangly, thin fingers and there was a firm silence.
"I-I zoned out after Baby Seals, if it makes you feel better" Louis encouraged with a blank tone.
"Same." Liam and Niall chorused. Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" He almost shouted before leaving the room. "Megan! Megan, where are you going?" Harry asked as he saw he pull her cases out of the room. Her Beats were around her neck and she had changed from her dress into leggings and converse.
"I'm going home to my crackhead family, if that's alright with you!" Megan sighed angrilly at the ground, trying her best to walk away from him. He stood like a wall infront of her.
"Megan, you know I didn't mean that. You know that!" Harry said to her, trying to make her stay. She turned and her suitcases rolled over his toes when she walked down the other end of the hallway.
"Megan, Oh, my God, please don't go!" Harry shouted after her before she hailled a cab outside. "I swear I'll never hurt you or say anything like that again!" He dropped to his knees and held onto her legs.
"Let go of me, Harry!" Megan told him, "People are watching!"
"Let them watch! I don't care just don't leave me here by myself!" Harry said at her legs.
"That's what I've been feeling this whole time since we stepped off the plane, Harry!" Megan handed both of her cases to the cab driver, "Two seconds please, I'll pay you double" Megan told th edriver who just nodded and leaned on the other side of the car.
"Megan, don't leave me. I really can make this up to you" Harry said. He was shaking against her legs.
"Harry, please, don't!" Megan begged, "Please let go of me"
"I promised my sister I'd keep you safe" Harry sighed.
"What? You're meant to promise yourself, Harry" Megan quietly said, pulling her leg away from him. HArry had a sudden realisation. Megan climbed into the cab and took her purse out of her bag,
"Shit, no, Megan. I am begging you" Harry tapped on the side of the cab before the driver pulled away. "MEGAN!" He yelled. The sun beat down on his back as he fought off tears. He was broken.
Harry walked upstairs to his room. The boys and Danielle were waiting outside in the hall. Harry looked at them and his eyes watered. His lip started to tremble and locked his room door, curling up into a pillow on his bed. His phone was next to him incase she called him. There was no point going after her. She wouldn't hear him out. It wasn't like the movies. It hurt more in real life. In movies, you could take a 50/50 guess about where the situation was going. In real life, no half guesses. You just knew. He lay for hours, thinking up different scenarios which could of happened.
"Harry?" Danielle knocked at the door quietly, "Honey, come on. Open up the door" She said in a gentle voice.
"Leave me alone" He said. No tears or broken voices.
"I wont until I know you're alright" She said. Harry sighed and got up from the bed, unlocking the door. Danielle automatically gave him a hug which unlocked the floodgates.
"I loved her! I loved her!" He wept into her shoulder. She rubbed his back and nodded.
"We know you did. We know you did, Harry" Danielle said, "It was obvious" She said. They stood at the room door, hugging and Harry was crying so much.
"I should of told her, Danielle! I was an idiot! I was!" He hated on himself repeatedly. "She might of stayed! If I told her!" Harry whimpered, "Do you think she's still in LA?" He asked. Danielle shook her head.
"I'm sorry, honey. I don't think so. The last flight to Luton was an hour ago. She would of got on it" Danielle welled up, brushing it all back to stay strong for him. Harry sniffed and she combed his curls down.
"She was everything, Danielle. Everything to me. There's nobody else out there" Harry said, pulling from Danielle, "Nobody. Megan was the last perfect girl out there. Perfect." Harry threw himself onto the bed, facedown and sprawled out. "She done everything! She looked after me! She could dance and she done Gymnastics and Swimming and she hung around with her friends. She fitted me inbetween all of that! I don't know anybody else who could do that!" Harry wept.
A month later
*Megan has moved to Great Queen Street in London and teaches Zumba to over 40's on a weekly basis to pay for her rent. She pursued her dancing career and has done many small theatre shows. she practices daily at Pineapple Dance Studios, changing frequently from Hip Hop to Electro to Ballet and a weekly basis.*
"What's your name, miss?" A posh voice said from behind Megan as she practised her ballet stretching.
"Megan Thomas-" She turned to see who it was, "And you're Sir Lloyd Webber... It's an honour" She stumbled over words to say to him. Sir Andrew nodded with a thin smile.
"You were very good at the piroueting and the leaps. I've been monitoring your performance for a short while, Megan. Your movements really impress me" Sir Andrew told her, walking further into the room with Louie following close behind him.
"She's never out of here, are you darling?" Louie laughed. Megan shook her head.
"I'm here to offer you a once in a lifetime opportunity, Miss Thomas and I shall be heartbroken if you don't take me up on this" Sir Andrew chuckled. Megan nodded. All the blood in her body suddenly stopped flowing. She hung on every breath Sir Webber took until he spoke. "I'm offering you, Miss Megan Thomas, the role of Odette, the Swan Princess, in my adaptation in The Swan Lake. I've heard about how quickly you pick up on routines and how fast you can learn lines so I thought of no better candidate" Sir Andrew smiled. He took the blue, cubic box from Louie and opened it up infront of her. She almost collapsed. It was the white feather crown resting finely on a bed of white crepe paper. Megan put her hand over her mouth to cover her gaping jaws.
"I'd be honoured, Sir Lloyd Webber" Megan shook. Sir Andrew indicated for her to turn around and look in the wall length mirror. He took the white feather crown into his hands gently and placed it ontop of her loosely toussled brown hair.
"Perfect fit" Louie chuckled. Megan was shaking. She was the Princess. She'd be known worldwide for that performance. The performance that could make or break her.
"I'll leave you with that, Princess Odette. Rehearsals on Monday in here. Be fresh. Be sharp." Sir Webber told her, handing her a script like feature. Megan nodded and Louie handed her the blue box before escorting Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber out to the entrance. Megan fell onto her knees and grabbed her phone, tweeting instantly. Her new Twitter. She didn't have the boys on it. 'Just been crowned Swan Princes in Lloyd Webber's Swan Lake! Drinks all round! xxx Couldn't do it without DancingPeazer. Thank you for everything xxxx'.
Another month later
*Harry hasn't left his and Louis' London apartment alot except for recordings. He's terrible after the breakup. His phone hasn't left his side. His stash of pictures hadn't moved from his lap and Louis' tried his hardest to get movement out of Harry*
"Come on! Gladrags on, Party Pooper! We're going to a show!" Louis threw Harry a smart pair of trousers and a crisp new blazer. Harry shook his head. "I swear to God! Harry Styles, get your arse in that shower, wash those curls, have a shave and get dressed! I got us tickets for the premiere! Boxes!" Louis pointed to the bathroom and Harry grunted. Louis thought quick in his suited body. He took the box of pictures from Harry's lap with no effort and threw Harry over his shoulder.
"Put me down, you fucking loonatic!" Harry protested. Louis said nothing but walked to the bathroom, placed Harry inside the shower and closed the door to the shower over. He reached over the top and pressed the button. The cold water came shooting out and Harry screamed, banging on the glass barrier.
"Shower!" Louis told him. Harry grunted and started to strip down. Louis took his wet clothes and threw them into the hamper. He put the clean black chinos, white vest top and Black blazer onto Harrys bed. "Hurry up. We only have an hour!" Louis clapped his hands before closing the bathroom door over.
A little while passed and Harry came out smartly dressed. "Much better. Come on! Let's go!" Louis clapped his hands again and grabbed his keys. Harry dragged his feet. "Attitude, mister!" Louis warned, patting Harry's back as they walked down the street, paparazzi following them.
"Are the boys going?" Harry asked. Louis shook his head.
"Just me and you, Hon!" He nudged Harry making him laugh a little bit. "Ed's going to be there. His song's getting used" Louis explained, turning the corner to see the crowds form infront of the theatre.
"It's a ballet. There's no songs" Harry laughed after looking at his ticket, "SWAN LAKE? Do I look like a ponce?" He asked. Louis shook his head.
"Well as a matter of fact, all sexualities can watch Ballet's!" Louis chuckled. He showed their tickets and they were showed to their seats. Ed Sheeran was down in the front row in the centre next to Sir Webber. Harry sighted Danielle and Liam a few rows back. Danielle was cuddled into him and Harry shook his head. Liam looked around and saw Harry. He manically waved and Louis manically waved back. The lights darkened and Harry sighed.
"I'd rather stick pins in my eyes, Louis!" Harry whispered. Louis looked at him.
"You've turned into such a dark person, Harry Styles. So dark." Louis shook his head and looked at the stage as the set of white feathery dancers came out. Harry lolled his head back and brought his phone out. Louis kicked him.