Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.


8. Dance

Chapter Dance

"Babe, I saw it with my own two eyes." The voice of my best friend Bex rang through the phone and I very nearly dropped it, "I saw your boyfriend at the movies. There's no question about it. It was him."

"And he was-"

"Kissing another man." she interjected. I felt bile raise in my throat. This could not be happening to me. My rock, the love of my life; was caught kissing another boy, "And there's something else." she murmured.

"What is it?" I asked with tears in my eyes. I tried as hard as I could to keep it out of my voice though. She hesitated, so I barked, "It couldn't get much worse, so just out with it? What else could there possibly be?"

"The guy he was kissing... It was Cameron, Shelbs."

"Cameron? Cameron who?" I asked, hoping against hope that I was wrong in my assumptions.

"Who do you think, Shelbie?" she asked dumbly and when I remained quiet, she spouted, "Cameron! Cameron Porter? Your brother! Remember him?"

"What do I say to him? I have to say something about this."

"Call him and break up with him! Make it short and sweet. You don't owe him any favors." Bex never really liked Cody, but I knew she wouldn't lie to me. My boyfriend had cheated on me. With my brother.

"I can't break up with him." I sobbed, finally not being able to hold it in anymore, "No one is going to love me like he does."

I couldn't help it. He had been my entire life for the last year. I couldn't imagine myself without Cody there, "Shelbs, if he was willing to kiss a man as soon a you were out of earshot-"

" You're right." I insisted, trying to convince myself more than I was trying to answer her, "Look, you and Niall were going to go out anyway. Just make it official. Make it a date and be happy with him. Go home with him."

"BEX!" I squealed. I couldn't believe she'd actually said that. She was usually so proper and she was a. hardcore Christian. Things like that never came out of her mouth.

"I'm being serious, Shelbie. Go home with him. He's Irish. He's got to be good in the sack." I nearly spit the drink that I had been sipping on.
"He's one of my only friends here! I'm not just going to jump in bed with him!"

"Why the hell not?" she squealed in glee, "At the very least you could be friends with benefits!"

"Bex, I can't do that! He's - it's just -"

"That's how you and Cody started. Friends with benefits?"

"And look at how well that's turned out!"

"Look, just try it. If you don't like it, then you'll know he's not the one for you. You need to start dating around. I hear European boys are better than American boys anyway!"

"Alright, Bex. I'm - uh - going through a tunnel. I'll call you later!"

"You're not going through a tunnel! You're on a pay phone!"

"Bye, Babe!" I called before hanging up in a daze.

Had my best friend really just suggested that I sleep with another one of my best friends to rebound from my apparently gay boyfriend kissing my brother? This was just too weird. Now I had to make another awkward call. To my boyfriend.

"Hey, babe," he greeted within the first ring.

"H-hey." I muttered. God I really didn't want to do this.

"How's France?" Cody asked. I could've jumped through the phone and strangled him. He dropped me off at the airport himself! How the hell could he have forgotten so quickly? Then I remembered he was otherwise occupied.

"I'm in London," I reminded, "And it -it's going well."

"What's wrong with you? You seem nervous." he stated. His voice was just do chipper. I could've killed him.

"I have a question that I'm going to ask you. And I want you to answer me honestly."

"Of course. No secrets. I promised you that months ago." Yeah. You sure did, buddy boy.

"Are you cheating on me?"

"...N-n-no. What would make you think that?" his tone jumped. Busted. I knew his tells. And when his voice got high and squeaky, I knew he was lying.

"Who was it?" I asked, knowing that I had him pinned.

"I need to see you to have this conversation, Shelbs."

"No, no; you don't get to call me that. You don't get to call me by my nickname. And I'll make it easy for you. You don't need to see me because I'm breaking up with you."

"But I love you, Shelbie-"

"You didn't love me enough to tell me you're gay." I finally said.

"What's that? You're insane."

"Well, is Bex insane?" I asked. I had him. This was it. My heart was in my throat, "Yeah, Bex saw you and my brother in the theater together. And I'm just going by what she's told be, but it sounded like you too were on a date."

"Shelbie, you've got to believe me. I love you. So much."

"Oh I'm sure you do. We are over, Cody."

"Wait, Shelbie!" he wailed just as I was about to hang up and I put the phone back to my ear, "You're not going to tell anyone are you."

"Goodbye, Cody." I couldn't promise that I wouldn't tell anyone. He had lied to me. He fooled me into thinking that I'd had a live for the ages only for this to happen.

What the hell has my life come to? I had worked so hard for everything to work out like I wanted it to. And now it seemed as if everything was just crumbling down around me.

I sprinted to my room before anyone could tell that I was crying (or that I was the girl who was getting all of bad PR for One Direction). I quickly stripped my clothes and started the shower. I felt dirty. I had to wash the dirty feeling off my skin. After I took a long shower, not sure where the stream of water started and the tears ended, I pulled on my pajamas and crawled into bed to let myself drown in my tears. I pulled my pillow close and started to sob.

Not even five minutes later I heard a knock at the door. @#$%! I'd forgotten about my date night with Niall, "I'm coming!" I called, wrapping my robe around my shoulders, "Hey." I muttered, opening the door to a rather dressed up Niall Horan.

"What's wrong, Love?" he asked, shoving into my apartment and pulling me into a hug, "What happened?" There was worry in his perfect grey eyes.

"I don't want to tell you right now." I sniffed, running my hands trough my soaking wet hair and feverishly wiping at my raw nose.

"That's fine. It's okay. We don't have to talk." he ave me an appraising look before scooping me up in his arms and taking me to my bed, "All you have to tell me is what you want to watch on Pay Per View."

He curled up beside me like he had everyday since our friendship had started. I handed him the remote, "There's a Titanic special running on Lifetime."

"...Really?" he looked at me incredulously, "Titanic special, as in people diving in the ocean to collect tea cups and deteriorating bed sheets?"

"Say what you will, Horan. I'm kind of a Titanic junkie." That was the first time I had laughed all night. He flipped to the station and I watched in amazement. I could tell he was doing everything in his power to say awake, though, "I know you're bored. We don't have to do this. We can go out if you want. We can go to the bar and shoot some pool."

"As tempting as that may be, I've come to learn that you and bars don't tend to mix very well. And to be frank the idea of it scares me just a little bit. I'm fine right here."

"Well, this is some first date, isn't it? It doesn't even feel like a date. This just feels like friends hanging out. Would you believe that my best friend actually suggested that I sleep with you. On our first date?"

"You seem to think that that would be such a bad thing. Let me tell you, Love. I would rock your world." I couldn't believe those words had really just come out of his mouth. I let out a snort, my eyes growing huge, "Did you just snort?" he asked, cracking a huge grin.

"Um...Sorry. That's embarrassing." I muttered, burying my head in my hands.

"It's not embarrassing. It's cute. Come here," he wrapped both of his arms around me and pulled me into his chest, running a hand through my hair, "So do you want to tell me what happened that made you so sad tonight?"

Back to this. I was afraid that if I'd told him, he wouldn't want to go out with me. Why that was a concern of mine, I wasn't entirely sure, "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to get mad at me. Even if you don't want to go out with me anymore, you will still be my friend?"

"Of course I'll still be your friend! And why wouldn't I want to date you. I've kind of been pining away for you for as long as you've been here. I'm not giving up that easily. What is it?" he seemed genuinely concerned.

"I had a boyfriend." I mumbled. I hadn't really expected him to burst out laughing, "What's so funny?" I squeaked.

"I kind of figured you've been with other people before, Love. I'm fine with it. We've both been with other people. It's just how it goes."

"No, I actually had a boyfriend this morning. We broke up right before you got here."

"Oh," his smile seemed to drop just a bit, but I could tell he wasn't disappointed. I was here with him after all, "Well, you're not with him anymore. So you're all mine. All's fair. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Do you really want to listen to it?" I asked with a suspicious look.

He shook his head, "No, I really don't want to listen to you talk about your ex boyfriend on our first date, but if you want to blow off some steam, I'm a really good listener." his entire attention was focused on me. I vaguely thought back and remembered that I never really ever saw Cody look at me the way that Niall was right now.

"We'd been together for almost a year, but when I left to go on tour with you and the boys, he cheated on me."

"Well then he's a moron. Anything else?"

"I called my best friend this afternoon and she told me that she'd seen him at the theater - um -" my eyes began to water. I felt bad for Niall. I knew this wasn't a conversation he wanted to hear, but I really did need to just talk it out for a second and it did seem to be helping, "with my brother. And they seemed very much together."

"Well, you know what? You're too good for him then." he said, wiping away one of the stray tears that managed to fall from my eyes, try as I may to keep them in, "And your brother is still your brother. You'll forgive him eventually."

"I'm not even mad at him, honestly. I'm furious with Cody, my ex boyfriend. But I'm really not all that mad at my brother. Because I love my brother and we've been through so much together. I just don't know what to do. Do I tell my brother that I know, or do I just let him go on being the way he is? - You know what? I'm sorry. This is way too much for a date night. I'll just shut up."

"No, don't shut up. I like listening to you talk. You know what you need? Dancing." I looked at him questioningly as he pulled his iPod out of his back pocket, "What music do you fancy? I've got a bit of everything."

"Maroon 5?" I asked, cracking a smile as I stood to look over his shoulder, "Or do you all not listen to Maroon 5 in Europe?"

"Are you kidding me?" he cackled pressing play and in no time at all the song Moves Like Jagger came on the small speaker and I stood there giggling. This was just too cliche.

He took my hands, forcing me to move, "Come on, Love. Dance with me." I giggled as he spun me and I used my exquisite (sarcasm) dancing skills, "Stop the traffic!" he called, and I busted out cackling, "Let 'em through."

"You're no match for Louis." I laughed, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, placing it to my ear.

"What are you doing?" he asked curiously, but I simply pushed him away.

"I'm calling the boys up. We can't dance alone! Besides, Louis needs to show you how it's done."

Ten minutes later I was jumping around Niall's apartment, dancing with three of the sweetest boys (Liam had shut himself off from everyone and Harry was God knows where with one of the dancers) I've ever known. And I was totally right. Louis really did show him how it was done.

We had been dancing like maniacs and drunk maniacs at that (Louis brought Tequila. I swear to God he could sniff out Tequila anywhere.) when the song She Will Be Loved came on and we all froze. I wasn't about to let a song get me down though.

"WHO WANTS TO DANCE WITH ME?" I shrieked and Louis was the first to jump at the opportunity.

"Glad to know that OUR date turned into you slow dancing with my best mate, Love." Niall called over the music.

"Hey, you snooze you lose, mate!" Louis called, "So what brought this on, Babe?" he asked.

"Where to begin! I think I started thinking about drinking away my sorrows somewhere between all the bad publicity I got for you boys and my gay boyfriend kissing my gay brother."

"Oh that would explain it." he chuckled. He wasn't about to speak any louder than just for the two of us to hear. The others couldn't hear over the music, "For what it's worth, I wouldn't have done that to you. You're worth so much more than that."

"Why don't you just dip me and we'll talk later." I said, and he took my waist and have me a dip. I gave a giggle as I stood once more to sway to the music.

These guys were my best friends. I made a pact with myself right then that I wouldn't do anything to mess this up. Now all I had to do was find time to schedule a real date for Niall and me.
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