Dancing With Love

Grace is just a normal girl who loves to dance, but when One Direction comes into her life. Will things start to change, will a love bond start between the two? Read to find out!


44. Grenade

~Grace's P.O.V~

I pulled my hair up into a bun and secured it with my mint green stretchy headband. After finishing it, I quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe my runny nose. I obviously must have caught a cold from last night. As I walked back into my room, I changed into my tight tanktop and dance shorts with my sweatpants and jumper on top. My dance bag was packed with my point and jazz shoes for today, with an extra set of clothes. Once I grabbed all of my belongings, I headed to the studio.

I rushed inside to get out of the cold. Once I made it in, I signed in at the front desk. "Grace. My office." Ms.Catheleine said as I set my bag behind the main desk. I'm probably in deep shit. "Yes?" I asked as I stood in front of her door. Someone else was sitting down in a chair. "Have a seat." She said with a more calming tone. When I sat down, I noticed the person in the chair was my mom! "Mom!" I said as I jumped up from the chair. "Grace." she said as she squeezed me. "I missed you." I whispered in her ear. "Well, we need to talk." she said as she released me. I then took my seat and looked back to Ms.Catheleine.

"You just haven't been yourself Grace. For a while you've been getting into trouble, taking less classes and I don't want you to miss out on you career." Ms.Catheleine said with a concerned tone. "And I talked to your mother this morning when she arrived, and we have both concluded an opportunity for you, and to help you better your career." I nodded knowing that if my mom wanted me to do this that it was probably really important. "You have been offered a contract to go teach and coreograph for the Sydney Dance Company in Australia." My mom and Ms.Catheleine both looked directly at me. I was in complete shock. "Are you serious?" I asked in a low voice. "Now, this is a big time offer Grace and I need to know if you want to do this?" I looked over at my mom and then back at Ms.Catheleine. "Can I have time to think about it?" I asked a bit uncomfortably. "You have until tomorrow morning." Ms.Catheleine added quickly. I nodded quickly. "You're dismissed Grace." I nodded once more and walked out of the office. Just one more thing on my chest.

~Zayn's P.O.V~

"Zayn! You need to get up, we have to record today!" I felt someone shaking me roughly. I slowly sat up and as my vision cleared, I saw Niall. "Ok. I'll be dressed in a minute." I groaned as I stood up and walked in my bathroom. It took me a while last night for everything to sink in, and now it just hurts today. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. After I was clearly awake, I walked into my closet and changed into some jeans and a navy blue t-shirt and topped it with my jumper. Then I slipped on my black converse and put on my beanie, I was just to upset to style it. I then walked into the living area to see Niall sitting on the lounge on the phone with someone. "He's right here....yeah...we're leaving now...bye." "Ready?" He asked. I just nodded and grabbed my keys.

Niall and I walked in the studio, and thankfully someone picked up Starbucks. I gladly grabbed the cup that had my name scribbled in cursive on the side. After I took a long sip, I walked into the recording studio doors, and saw the rest of the guys sitting around talking. "Zayn's here." Niall said as I walked behind him. We both took a seat. "Why did you leave last night?" Louis asked me. Everyone got silent and I just saw Liam looked down in his lap. Did he know? "Something came up." I said in a low voice, hoping they wouldn't notice I was lying.  "Are you sure mate?" Niall asked. Shit! I forgot he was by Lyndasy when yelled at me. "You know you can tell us anything Zayn. We're friends, and no matter what you have us." Harry said as everyone was now concerned. "Well, last night I left because Grace did, and we got in an argument. So, I followed her and when I made it to the flat, all her stuff was gone. She left a note saying that we shoud take a break, so I just haven't been feeling very good." I didn't talk very loud but, I saw all the guys faces change instantly. There was a long silence between us. "Zayn, I'm sorry to hear that." Louis said. I just nodded lightly and tried to ignore what I had just said. "I guess we should start recording." Liam said breaking the silence. I just took a deep breath and agreed.

~Grace's P.O.V~

"So, there's something I have to tell you." I told Lyndasy as we were both stretching. My mom had left to go sign those documents about the restraining order. "What is it?" "Actually two things." I added. "Well first, I told Zayn that we needed a break." I basicily whispered because it hurt me to say it. "Oh Grace." She said as she patted my back. "And there's one more." I added as I took another deep breath. "I got offered a contract for the Sydney Dance Company in Australlia to dance and coreograph." Lyndasy had a blank face. "Well?" I asked feeling awkward. "Oh my gosh Grace!!! You're going to be at a dance company!" She squeeled as she hugged me uncontrolably. "Lyndasy. I don't know if I want to go." I said as she finally took a breath.

"What do you mean you don't know. Grace, this is the opportunity of a lifetime." Lyndasy said as she held on to one of my shoulders. "Well, if I go, I won't be able to see you for a year, and I won't be able to see the guys." My knees were now secured by my chest. "But Grace, If you do, just think of how far your career will go. You will be a professional dancer. You need to stop looking at the negatives and look at the positives. Don't let any one else try to bring down your dream Grace. You're special and you need to know that." I smiled at Lyndasy and hugged her. "You're the best." I said as she squeezed me back. "But, I think you should tell Zayn." Lyndasy said quietly as I released her. "I can't. He already hates me, and if I tell him, he'll just hate me even more!" I pouted. "Well, I'm sure he would hate you more if you didn't tell him." I hated how she was always right.

"Okay....I'll tell him."

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