~Dancing with Style(s)~

Chapter Two(:

Well, I might also add chapter three today. Enjoying reading my Lovelies!!<3

"Harry Styles?! The dude from England that's, like, everywhere on the Internet?!"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Do you not like him or something?"

"He doesn't seem like the kind of person I'd hang with or anything."

"He's so cute, how can you not like him."

"I just don't."

A lump caught in my throat. I hate lying...

When she dropped me off at my house, I said goodbye and walked in.

"Mom?!" I yelled out. No answer...

"Mom, I'm home!"

"Dana," I heard a weak voice say. No...

I ran into the living room, finding her cuddled underneath a thick blanket.

"Mom," I whispered as I ran over to her, dropping to my knees. "Are you okay?"

I touched my hand to her head.

"You're burning up."

"What time is it sweetie?"

"6 o'clock."

"Shoot!" she said loudly as she jumped out from under the blanket. "I'm so behind."

She ran into the kitchen, and I ran in after her, following her every move.

"Mom, please slow down."

"No, no, I can't," she mumbled as she fiddled through the cabinets.

"You're sick, please stop."

She kept mumbling to herself. I reached out my hand and grabbed hers from one of the cabinets, spinning her around to me.

"Mom, please stop," I whined. Tears filled my eyes.

This wasn't the first time she would get sick and have a fever. She does it a lot. But she seems to be over it in a day. I've never really understood it. But I'm afraid that if I told anyone, they'd take her away, thinking she was crazy or something. That it was in her head.

"Dana, baby, I'm fine. I have to deliver some dresses to Elena's tonight. I just need to finish up some hemming."

"I'll do it. Get some sleep, alright. I'll handle it. Elena's right down the street, right?"

"Yeah, just take my car," she said, pointing to the keys on the wall.

"Okay mom," I said, helping her back to the couch. "Rest."

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, mom."

I went into our seeing room, an extra room in the house, I looked for the dresses labeled "Elena". I found them all in a row, but only one needed to be hemmed. It took me about ten minutes to hem it up, doing what my mother had taught me. She has been sewing and making things since I was little, so I've learned a lot along the way.

After I was done, I took all of the dresses and put them in the car. I drove them to Elena's house, where her sister took them from me. I dove back home slowly, but then decided to go to the dance studio. Mrs. Chester always hid a key under the plant outside her studio. I saw her use it one day. So, now, I use that key to sneak in and relax. By dancing.

I texted my mom.

'Hey mom, I'm gonna go to the café and get on the Internet for a bit, alright?'