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!

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8. Zayn, Stop It!

~Grace's P.O.V~

After lunch, we headed over to Zayn's place to hang-out for a bit. We walked in and sat down in the living area. "So, I'm not going to be able to see you for 3 days." Zayn asked me. "I'll be back before you know it Zayn." I replied to him. "So your competeing?" Zayn asked me. "Yeah, and I have a solo so, alot of pressure is on me." I said as I breathed out slowly. Me and Zayn talked for a while, eventually we just started messing around with each other. My head was laying in Zayn's lap as I looked up at his face. "Truth or dare?" I asked Zayn. He sort of just laughed. "Dare." "I dare you to do 50 pushups." I said to him as I quickly picked my head off his lap. "That's all you got?" Zayn said as he got in a push-up position. He started moving his body as he did push-ups. I slowly sttod up. "Stop!" I said a bit loudly. "What is it, I only did 25." Zayn said. I slowly slipped under his body. "Now go." I whispered to him. He smiled as he slowly leaned down and kissed me. He did until he did another 25 push-ups. We both got up and sat on the couch. But, there was a knock on the door. Zayn quickly stood up and answered it. "Ready to party!!" Louis yelled as Zayn closed the door behind Harry and Niall. "We got the beer!" Niall slurred. I walked over my Zayn. "Their drunk." I whispered into Zayn's ear. "I know." He replied firmly. Harry placed all the beer on the counter. Then Harry, Louis, and Niall started getting loud. "Guys, calm down." Zayn shouted over them. They all got a little quiet. Zayn grabbed a beer of the counter, and I just stuck to water. We all just sat around, until Harry started to talk to Zayn, who was now on his fourth beer. "So, you got any of Grace yet?" Harry slurrerd.What the hell did he just say! "No, apparently she wants to wait." Zayn replied sarcastically. He then threw his arm over me, but I quickly pushed it off. "Ooooh, your in trouble." Louis said. Zayn looked at me. "Babe, you can just give me a spanking later." He slurred as I smealt the beer in his breath. He then tried to kiss me. "Zayn stop it!" I yelled as he continued to try. "Just one kiss babe!" He yelled. I quickly stood up and slapped him across his face. I saw a red mark appear quickly across his cheek. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the door. I felt tears starting to form in my eyes. I heard the front door of Zayn's flat open then close. "Grace, wait!" He yelled. I opened my car door and threw my bag in. Zayn had ran up right before I could get in. "Grace. I'm sorry! I was just being stupid, I didn't mean it. Any of it." I could hear the pain in his voice, but I still hated him for what he did. "Don't bother calling!" I said as I hopped in my car and pulled out the driveway.

I ran inside my apartment and locked the door behind me. I ran in my room and threw my bag on the floor. I plopped down on my bed and cried into the sheets. Why did Zayn have to this? I hated the feeling of hating Zayn! I sat up slowly and wiped the water from my eyes. I stumbled into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I turned quickly and started the water for my shower. I watched the warm water driplets stream from my hair. I slowly added shampoo, than rinsed it out, as well as the conditioner. I slowly washed my body, then walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around me. I walked in my room and threw on some sweats and a t-shirt. I drifted asleep into my thoughts. I am really going to miss Zayn.

~Zayn's P.O.V~

The guys had left. I am so stupid! I just ruined the relationship that I have longed for. I need to talk to her, but she practically hates me. I don't even blame her. I would hate me too! I paced through out the kitchen and back thinking about how I would talk to Grace. Would she even want to talk to me? I walked into the bathroom and took a long shower, just thinking about what we had, what we would have had. I walked out and put on some boxers. I needed to talk to her.

Before it's too late.

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