Break the Distance

Chapter 1

Saturday, 20th of August 2016

Wellington, New Zealand

Richelle Smith's pov

"I was sitting on the couch just scrolling through i********: when I heard the doorbell. I stood up and walked to the door not knowing who it could possibly be.

It was already late in the evening and it was not like it would be a random friend dropping by since, you know, I didn't really have many friends. My dad was asleep and my brother wasn't coming home so it couldn't be them.

I turned on the light in the hallway and opened the door. I couldn't believe who's standing there. I literally couldn't move. He laughed slightly. "You're okay?" he asked.

In person his voice sounded even sweeter and felt literally like music in my ears. His eyes sparkled and his smile was real, a 'I can't help it I'm smiling' smile.

"Of course," I managed to say. My voice was weak, shaky, and if he didn't think I was weird before I talked he for sure thought it after that.

"Good," he said and held out his hand, gesturing to me to grab it. I smiled and finally knew how to move. Slowly I moved my hand to his, but right before my hand touched his he pulled his hand away.

"HAHA too slow," he laughed harsh in my face. His genuine smile got replaced by an evil smirk. "You didn't really thought it would be that easy right?" he said.

The look in his eyes was killing me, I wanted to run away and cry, but I couldn't. "You don't deserve me," he said and laughed in my face, "you don't deserve anybody, you deserve to live in an apartment with 7 cats and die someday without anybody knowing." My eyes filled with tears. "Freak," he said, "stop stalking me."

With that he turned around and walked laughing away. I slammed the door and ran back into the living room. I fell on the ground and cried harder than I ever did. When I looked up I saw the walls coming closer and closer to me. They had all faces and laughed with that evil laugh he just did.

The walls came closer and closer and laughed harder and harder until I couldn't hear myself cry anymore. That's the moment where I started to scream.

And that was the moment where I woke up,"

I write down in my diary. A tear falls on the page and I stare at it for a while. Then I hear a knock on the door and I quickly wipe another tear away while I hide the diary under my pillow.

My dad pokes his head around the door. "Good morning sweetie," he says, "I'm going to work, Brandon is still asleep."

"Okay," I say and fake a smile, "good luck." "Thank you," he says, "see you at 9 tonight."

I hear my dad walk down the stairs, open the door, and close again. Then I hear him start the engine of his car and drive away.

It all was just 2 minutes and I just sat there and didn't do anything. I grab my diary again and hide it on my usual hiding spot, under my mattress. I'll finish it later.

With my phone in my hand I walk downstairs to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast.

As I see he posted something on i********: I start to smile. I can't help it, it's just perfection. Everything about him, from the top of his head to his toes, everything. His perfect smile always tells me to never give up, and that's what I do, even after this awful dream.

My thoughts get interrupted by the sound my phone makes. I've a message from Katie. 'Hii,' it says. 'Hi,' I type back. 'And, how's Noah doing?' she asks. I sigh a little annoyed. 'Good,' I send. Let's confess something here right at the beginning.

I've a crush on Noah Williams.

No not just a little crush, it's like a massive 'I don't know any more what to do'- crush. Katie likes to tease me with it, I never wanted her to find it out, but I know she won't tell anyone. To be honest I would totally understand if she told anyone. Which 17 year old has a crush on some dude on a random dance team?!

It started all a little year ago. We were at my niece’s birthday niece and she was watching videos of this dance team that recently won internationals again. My niece told me they’re actually really popular. When I saw his face, I started to blush and I felt uncomfortable all of the sudden. That same evening when we came back home I started my research and after some searching I found out what his name was.

Noah Williams.

From that day on I've been following him on every social media, from interviews to dancing, I watch everything he does.

Unfortunately for me I soon realized that this wasn't fangirl like I did over One Direction and the cast of The Vampire Diaries. I felt a warm comfortable feeling every time I thought of him and smiled at everything I saw of him.

He became the last thing on my mind before I went to sleep and the first thing I thought about when I woke up, the one I dreamed about every single night. Yet also the one appearing in my nightmares.

My thought get interrupted once again, this time by my ringtone. "Hi," I say as I pick up. "Hi Richelle," Katie says, "sorry to interrupt your thoughts." "No thank you," I say, "I have to get him out my mind."

Katie found out about my crush on him about a month ago. I assumed it would be the end of my life, but surprisingly she understood me and promised me to help me get over him.

"RICHELLE," Katie yells then through the phone. "Seriously," I say a little irritated, "there's no need to yell." "I literally called your name 5 times," Katie says, "I had the right to yell. Listen, this might sound hard but maybe it will help you. Why would he ever want something with a fan? A girl living with her dad and brother because her mother ran away after she was born, who's dad even can afford to pay for something she want to do."

I know she tells the truth but it still hurts, tears run over my cheeks. I can't remember my mom, I did some dancing when I was little, but had to stop because it was too expensive. My life is a mess and his is perfectly fine, we will never fit.

"Besides he lives 17 hours in the past and a little 15 thousand kilometers from here," Katie finishes, "how will that ever work out?!"

"I know," I say, "thanks for telling me." "You're welcome," Katie says, "I've to go now, but I'll see you Monday?" "Totally," I say, "Bye." "Bye," she says and I end the call.

When I was younger I danced, but had to stop and some point because it was too expensive and my dad wanted me to focus more on school. That’s what everyone thinks at least. Don't tell anyone, but I still dance.

I have kind of a job and it's just enough to pay for dance class once a week. Nobody knows I dance and I want to keep it that way. Every Saturday I travel more than an hour to get to the studio and have a dance class of an hour.

I can't afford more, I can't take a dance class here in the city because people will know and then my dad will know and I can't tell him how I'm getting the money. I'm sure he would never approve with what I do and neither would Katie.

Dancing is the only thing Noah and I have in common.

I quickly do want to say that I was on the cheerleading team and that I stretch every morning and evening. My dad wants me to get A's so I had to leave the cheerleading team and I am not allowed to get a 'real' job because he wants me to study. He doesn't know that I don't study that much, getting straight A's isn't hard for me luckily.

Not that telling him will make a difference...

I sigh and grab an apple to eat as breakfast. Sometimes life is just a bad joke.