Dancin' Til We See The Sun

Mandie, a dancer from America, is just trying to find some work for her feet. But when she falls in love with a member of the band she's trying to work for, things could be really good, or really bad.


3. Lightweight

Mandie's P.O.V.

I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room, looking at my iPhone, wondering if I should call Liam. I was nervous. I had his number dialed into my phone. What if he didn't answer? What if he didn't feel the same way? What if I embarassed myself? What if I didn't try? I drew the line at that question. I took a deep breath, pressed dial, and lifted the phone to my ear. It rang; once, twice, three times...

"Hello?" I heard a familiar accent ask. I exhaled.

"Liam? Hi, it's Mandie," I said. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Hey, Mandie. I am so glad you called," Liam said.


"Yeah. I know this is a bit outright, but do you want to go out later? Me and the boys are going out to a club later. Louis and Zayn are bringing their girlfriends, and I think Harry and Niall are bringing some people too," he said. I muted the call.

"OH MY GOD! HE ASKED ME OUT! AHHHHH!" I unmuted it. "Yeah that sounds great. I would love to go out with you tonight."

"Awesome. I'll be at your hotel in an hour," he said.

"Sounds great. See you then," I said. 

ONE HOUR!?!?!?!? I couldn't hold in the shriek that escaped my throat. I ran into my bathroom and tried to think of something to do with my long hair. I settled on making it as messy and beachy as I could, and put on some natural makeup. And then I was left with the difficult part. Finding something to wear. I opened my suitcases and started throwing things everywhere. My hotel room soon was a total and complete mess. I had put on multiple outfits, trying to find something. I settled on http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62639930 and checked my iPhone. I had five minutes before he got here. I went over to the room next door and knocked quietly, hoping to tuck in Cloe. Janelle opened the door. 

"Hello gorgeous! Why are we so dressed up?" asked my agent.

"I'm going out with some people that I met on the plane tonight. Is Cloe asleep or can I tuck her in?" I asked. She led me in. Cloe was in her pajamas, her hair wet from her bath, watching television, struggling to keep her eyes open. She crawled under the covers when she saw me. I sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled her into a big hug. She layed back and I pulled the duvet up to her neck.

"Mandie, you look really pretty. Are you going out with Liam?" she asked me. I nodded. "Will you tell him I said hi?" My phone vibrated. 

Liam: Hey :)What room r u in?

Mandie: I'm in Cloe's room tucking her in. Room 349. She wants to see you :)

Liam: On my way up Xx

Janelle sat at the desk, on her laptop. Poor workaholics. When there was a knock on the door, she opened it and Liam walked in, kissing her on the cheek. "You must be Janelle," he said. "Lovely to meet you." She smiled, and looked at me. "I approve." she mouthed. I smiled. Liam sat on the bed next to me. Cloe crawled over to hug him. I was amazed at how well he was with Cloe. It made me love him even more. She crawled back under the covers, smiling. "Sweet dreams Clo," he said, standing up. I leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Sleep tight Tiny Dancer," I said. She was asleep by the time we walked out of the room.

Liam's P.O.V

We stood in the elevator, making idle chit chat while we waited to get downstairs. The elevator doors opened, and we walked out to Harry's SUV. I kept my eyes open for paparazzi, not wanting Mandie to get mauled and questioned. I didn't want to hide from her that I was in One Direction, but I was wanting to protect her as well as I could. Our fans got crazy when any of us had a girlfriend. They weren't to quick to accept Louis's girlfriend Eleanor, and they were even worse with Perrie, Zayn's girlfriend. We got in the car with no problem. Mandie slid in next to Niall's brother, Greg, and I noticed something.

Mandie had a tattoo. It was http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lujlf0gj0W1qbo5wo.jpg on her shoulder. I was too focused to realize that her and Niall were laughing like maniacs at something said. I started chuckling. Mandie glanced over and noticed me staring at her tattoo.

"Why do I have a bad idea that you don't like tattoos," she said looking at me.

"Whoa! You have a tattoo?" Harry said. Niall looked shocked and Greg was on his phone.

"I have two," she said, sinking into the seat, now obviously self conscious of them.

"Where's the other one? And how much alcohol do we have to give you to see it?" Harry said. I knew he was joking, but I couldn't be too sure.

"You won't be seeing it tonight. Sorry to disappoint you," she said. Niall started laughing. I looked at Mandie, wondering about the ink in her skin. I knew there was meaning behind tattoos. Zayn's always had meaning, almost all of Harry's did, and I could admit I had one too. The screw on my ankle matched the other guys'.

We pulled up to the club, and I immediately started looking for photographers. I didn't see any, and breathed a sigh of relief. We managed to get inside and find everyone else in a secluded area in a corner of the club. She met Perrie and Eleanor, and I got texts from both of them through the night of their approval. We danced, laughed and drank, but no one compared to Mandie and Niall. They proclaimed themselves 'Drinking Buddies' and had matched each others beers evenly. By the time we had to go, they were both pissed drunk and stumbling. We managed to get them into Harry's car without problem. Then Mandie realized something.

"I can't go back to my hotel!" she said. We all looked at her, she was on the verge of tears.

"Why not? What's wrong?" I asked putting my arm around her. She sunk into the seat with tears running down her face.

"If Janelle sees that I've been drinking then she'll drop me as a client and I'll have to go home and face my parents. They will never let me live it down," she said. It clicked. She had to stay with me.

"Harry, go to my apartment. Mandie is staying with me tonight," I said. She looked up at me with her hazel eyes and silently thanked me. We got to my house and I helped her up into my flat. I led her to my room and handed her sweatpants and a shirt that would fit her rail thin body. I wondered how she was so skinny, because even dancers had some muscle to them. She thanked me and went into the bathroom to change. A few minutes went by, then I heard a crash, followed by a few curse words. I ran in to find her, on the floor, with a bump on her head and the rug in a mess. She wasn't kidding about being a lightweight. I carried her to my bed and put her under the covers, then ran to the kitchen to get her ibuprofen and an ice pack.

"Thank you so much Liam. I'm sorry that I drank so much," she said as she took the medicine. I kissed the bump on her head and put the ice on it. I crawled into the bed beside her. I wanted to reach out and pull her close to me, but held back. I doubted she felt the same way that I did.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...