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!


48. To Many Tears

~Zayn's P.O.V~

"Yeah mum. I'm coming home." I said as I threw my bag in the passenger seat. "Is everything all right?" "I just want to come home." I sighed as I started the engine. "Ok sweetie, I will get your room ready." "I'll see you soon. Love you." "Love you too. Drive safe." I ended our call as I backed out of the driveway. It was just time for me to take a break from everything, and get myself together. Niall had asked me if I wanted to head over to his place but, I just don't have the strength to face anyone. I wish Grace and I would have never went to that party, she would probably be in my arms right now. Everything would be fine between us, and she wouldn't regret anything we had. I snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed I was swerving on the road. I have to let go of the past.

~Grace's P.O.V~

"Aww, look how cute." I heard someone laughing, the a camera go off. I opened one of my eyes and saw Louis taking a picture. I then realized that Harry's arm was drooping across me and holding me to his chest. I quickly shot up, coming to realization of the picture. "Louis! Delete it!" I yelled. "You look so adorable though." He laughed as he ran into the kitchen where everyone else was. "This isn't funny Tomlinson!"  "Of course it is!" I ran after him as he ran into the bathroom. He quickly slammed the door. "Please Louis, don't post it!" I squealed. "You look adorable though!" He laughed through the only piece of wood keeping me from getting his phone. I heard a lock being undone, then out popped Louis. "Did you delete it?" I asked him as nicely as I could. "No, I posted it." He laughed as he passed me and walked down the hallway. Great! My ugly morning face plastered all over twitter will look so great! I continued down the hall and back to the pile of blankets.

"Sorry about that." I laughed as I sat next to a confused Harry. "What just happened?" He asked as he shook out his curl lock and swept them across his forehead. "Let's just say, we may be trending on Twitter." I laughed at him. He also joined in. Instantly, I heard my phone start ringing. "I have to take this, excuse me." i said to Harry as I jumped up and walked to one of the hall bathrooms. "Hey mom." "Hi sweetie, I was wondering if you were coming home to pack? It's already after 12:00." I fiddled with one of the decorations by the soap. "Well, I guess I could get my things together and head over." "Oh no! You don't have to leave." "It's ok, I should probably get home anyway." "Well ok, I'll see you when you get here. Love you." "Love you too Mom, see you in a bit." I quickly ended our call and walked out of the bathroom.

"Well, I guess I will see you guys soon." I said as I hugged everyone bye. "Okay, well I will be over later." Lyndasy said as she handed me my bag. "Thanks. I'll see you then. Bye guys." I waved as I walked out to my car, still in my One Piece. I popped the back of my car open and threw my bag down and walked to the drivers side. "Wait Grace!" i heard someone yell as I opened the car door. "Harry?" He quickly ran up to me. "You forgot your jacket." "Oh, thanks." I laughed. "I guess I'll see you soon." I added. "Yeah." He replied. I felt his warm arms wrap around me, then let go. "Bye Grace." "Bye Harry." I replied. He quickly pecked me on my cheek then turned around and walked back to the door. I brought my finger to where his lips touched my skin. What was he doing?

~Zayn's P.O.V~

I layed down, staring at the ceiling above me. My mum made a great lunch that I shared with my family, but I just still didn't feel complete. I grabbed my phone and went on contacts, scrolled down to Grace's name. But, all I could do was stare at her number. I'm too much of a coward to even hit call. I could here her beautiful laugh in the back of my head, her smile, and just picturing her laugh, made me feel even more depressed. I quickly exited out of the number and went onto Twitter. Instantly my heart stopped. Questions strummed through my head mixed with confusion. Then, anger hit me. Building up, and now towering over me. I quickly got up from my bed and leaned over the side. My hands tugging at my hair. "Why!!" I yelled at myself. I looked at the picture again, but I couldn't see it any longer. I stood up and leaned my head on the wall. "Fuck!" I slammed my fist into the wall.

"Zayn!!" I heard my dad yell as he ran in. I felt him pull me away from the wall. "She can't do this! She can't." I yelled as he brought me to my bed, tears burning my cheeks. "Zayn, what happened?" I heard my mum as she ran beside me and helped my dad set me down. "She's not mine anymore." I weeped. "Who sweetie?" My mum was even more worried. "Grace mum! She's gone. She's leaving! We broke up, and now she's gone! I can't do this anymore. I love her, and she hates me. Do you realize how that feels? To love somebody so much, but you have to let them go!" I lost my dignity, letting my mum see tears burning down my cheeks. "Zayn, just relax." My dad reassured me. "I need to go. I need to get things off my mind." I said as I stood up. "No Zayn. You need to stay here and calm down." There was nothing left to say. It was probably for the best, so I didn't deny my dad's command.

~Grace's P.O.V~

"Sweetie, do you want me to pack up these?" My mom asked as she held up my studded combat boots. "No, I think I'm actually going to wear those when I go and clear my things from the studio." I said a little gloomily. "Well, were you planning on going tonight?" I nodded yes. "I'm actually going to go now, so we can continue packing tomorrow if you want." I offered. "Ok, well why don't you pick something up for us as well sweetie." "Ok, I'll be back in an hour or so.." I replied as I grabbed my keys and slid my boots on top of my black jeggings that I paired with a white knitted sweater.

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