I had gotten an email and few days later and then about a fortnight later I started rehearsals. It was the first one, for this year, so I hadn't missed out on anything but I was the only new one there because all the others had been dancing for them, before now.

I got to where we were rehearsing. I wasn't in my dancing gear yet but that was OK. Before I could start I had to get shown around and basically taught what to do. I thought it would be just an ordinary person showing me around. I thought that until I saw five gorgeous boys approaching me - One Direction.

Keep calm. It's only One Direction. You are going to be dancing for them. It's OK I thought to myself. Don't show your excitement!

"Are you Tessa Haddon?" Zayn asked

"Yes," I answered a smile spread across my face.

Tess, do not scream, do not cry. Try not to fangirl.

"Well. We have been told we have to show you around the place and get to know you and you get to know us," Liam said.

"Cool," I said. My heart was beating so fast but I kept calm on the outside. They properly introduced themselves and then we went walking around.

For some reason I thought it would be awkward walking around the arena, talking to them but that couldn't be further from the truth. They were so nice and funny. Especially Louis cracking jokes all the time and I couldn't help but laugh.

"So, where are you from?" Harry asked.

"Well, I'm from Australia. But I did used to live here in London".

"For how long?" Niall spoke this time.

"I was here till I was 12 and then I had to move back down under". I felt sad as I said those words but I tried not to show it.

"You ok?" Harry asked. Obviously I did.

"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks," just him saying that cheered me up a bit. The truth was I was a little sad just from thinking about that. I had moved from Melbourne to London when I was very little. I loved London. It was the best place I had ever lived in. I had made so many friends that I thought I would have for life. I then had to move to Australia again and it was one of the saddest moments of my life. Having to say good bye to my friends killed me. I knew hardly anyone in back in Melbourne and I wasn't too excited.

I had got to Perth and went to school and I made loads of good friends at my new school (like Lea) but after only a year at being at that school, I had to go to a new school that my parents had booked me in to a while back.

At first I was excited to go. I thought there would be loads of good things to do and lots of opportunities for me. I got even closer to my friends at my current school and I didn't want to leave and it was even worse when I went to my orientation. I knew a few girls there and they were really nice. I thought I was going to be good friends with them. But then looking at everyone else it seemed a bit clicky. This one girl in particular was. She turned out to be a real bitch. There were loads of annoying people and the boys were all dick heads - rude with no respect for how I felt.

I wasn't excited to go and I was so nervous. I had cried a bit because I missed my friends but I tried to stay in touch. I got there and I didn't have many opportunities to do what I loved - perform. I was quite smart but I found it so boring. I had a few friends but they weren't close at all – they were just people who thought that I shouldn't be treated the way that I was. On the inside I felt so alone. Loads of people treated me badly. You could say I was bullied – but not really. Girls were just really bitchy and I basically had no friends. All my close friends were out of school and I tried to see them as much as possible. I am a nice girl and all but I just never got comfortable in my school. I desperately wanted to go to the local high school where all my great friends from my previous school went (or anywhere else really) but there was no turning back.

"So, that's everything really," Louis said. I didn't want to leave, but I was performing with them so who could complain? "We have been told that you need to go for rehearsals, right?"

I looked down at what I was wearing. "Yeah," I smiled. "But I'm still in my work clothes is there any where I could get changed?"

I was working temporarily at Starbucks because I had no idea if I was going to get a job as a dancer (and because I had been here for four months already so I needed some money).

"Well, the dancers room is locked today because we are just having a normal rehearsal.." Niall began. "You could use our dressing room 'coz it is the only one open"

"Thanks" I replied as Liam opened the door for me.

Liam's POV

Tessa got changed and we got ready for our rehearsal. I couldn't get out of my head her expression after telling us she used to live in Australia. She seemed sad. We had only met her today and I felt like we could be really close friends (maybe even more than that).

She came out from our dressing room. She was wearing a white singlet and black tracksuit bottoms. She had put her curly hair in a high pony and even though she was just wearing that I thought she looked beautiful.

"Do you guys have any idea of where I should go?" she asked.

"Yeah. If you turn left down the hallway you'll be able to see a group of people rehearsing on your right," Louis answered.

"Thanks. Oh and thanks for everything today!"

"Yeah, that's fine, we will see you soon Tessa," I spoke that time.

I watched her leave and go to where all the other dancers where rehearsing.

"Ooh I see lovey dovey eyes!" Louis jumped up in front of me.

"What?"

"Oh come on! I saw the way you looked at her, smiled at her!" Louis was doing that sneaky thing. Trying to figure something. Yes I liked Tess she was totally my type. Yes I thought she was beautiful and had described that about her in my head. But I wasn't drop-dead-on-my-knees-in-love with her….yet.

"Oh come on Louis!" Harry said.

"Harry? Why do you say that?"

"Well. I don't blame Liam for having a little soft spot for Tessa. She is quite good looking!"

"Ooh. Harry and Liam both in love with the one girl. This is different!"

"I think Liam likes her because of her curls!" Niall said.

"And mousy brown hair!" I rolled my eyes

Yes I do love girls with curls and mousy brown hair. But there was something different about her (as well as that). Her eyes, her smile, her laugh, her personality. I had only spent just over an hour with her and I already wanted to kiss her.