It's time to dance {One Direction}

"Complicated enough to not even tell your best friend? This was why you were acting so strange at the park that day after the flash-mob in Battersea Park! Did he even know you were there? That I was the one his mates ran into shortly after when everything had just turned dark for me for a second."
"Mel it's more than that. Liam and I are together, but Matt can't know ok? He can't know anything about this place. Just as Liam can't know about the crew. You understand?"
"No I don't. I'm your best friend Dani. Your best friend through years, and this is why you've been acting so strange all of a sudden? I knew about x-factor and shut up about it. But this? This is a freaking boy band."
"But you're still here aren't you?"
I guess no matter how good you think you know people, you'll always be surprised at the end when your whole world turns around.


12. What am I doing?


I had been working for the band for a couple of weeks. I was getting really tired of doing the same things all over again every single day. Danielle and I knew how to dance this, so why did we have to show up and dance the same thing with the band in front of us every single day. Simon was already happy with the dancers, it was only the band and the boys that needed to get back on it. They knew it all they were just acting like kids whenever we were working, which of course made it take much longer than what was needed.

“Let’s take it from the top.”

I let out a very noisy sight and went back to where I started on the stage.

“Is there a problem Melody?”

“We’re doing the same thing over and over, and you said we would be done 2 hours ago. I have a life you know?”

“Well you’re at work now, and you better just do it perfect again then, so I can let you off.”

We finished soon after that. Danielle and I went out to the same bathroom where we took a shower and changed into some different clothes.

“What’s up with you today?”

“I’m just sick and tired of this. I miss dancing in the croft and on the streets. Did you see the flash-mob last weekend? That was our steps. They are taking credits for everything we’ve taught them.”

“I don’t care about them anymore Melody… and neither should you! It belongs to the past. It’s been 5 weeks already.”

“I know, but my sister is still a part of it, and I still can’t go home. How do you think that feels? I’ve been sleeping on Zayn’s couch for the past 5 weeks, and I’m getting seriously tired of it. I want the rest of my stuff and a place to actually stay.”

“Come stay with me then?”

“I can’t. You know what your parents think of me.”

“I do, but ever since we got out of the streets they’ve changed a lot as well.”

I saw Danielle remove her hair and put it up to a bun.

“Where’s the crew tattoo? I know you didn’t cover it up.”

“I never got it done. It was fake ink all the time, which was why mine was so different from everyone’s. The day you were here and saw me… I didn’t get the chance to wash it off before I got here.”


“Sorry, but I knew something like this was gonna happen someday, and I didn’t want it to be painfully inked to my skin for the rest of my life.”

“It’s okay.”

I smiled a fake smile to her and left the bathroom as I finished. Zayn was waiting for me by the car to take me back to the flat, but I didn’t know if I wanted to come with him today.

“You okay sweetie?”

He came up to me and hugged me as I put my bag on the ground.

“Yeah I’m okay…”

He kept his arms around me and placed a kiss on my cheek.

“Tell me if there’s something I can do okay?”

“Just take me back to the flat.”

“Will happen.”

He smiled at me before he took my back and threw it on the backseat of his car. We were driving all the way to his place in silence only listening to the music on the radio, which was soon replaced by the news about a dance crew being arrested for public disturbance.

“That was my crew. I knew they were gonna dance today.”

“You still care about them don’t you?”

“I feel forced to.”


“Because my sister is a part of it, and the guy I thought had stolen my heart for good until he was replaced by something better.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Never mind.”

I shut up and looked out of the window. We drove by the place close to Hyde Park where the crew had been dancing. There were still police cars there, and they were still struggling with people. Honestly I missed being a part of this, but only because I knew they would be back on the streets by tonight. It was only warnings and being picked up by parents. Or if it was really bad we would have to stay there over night, because someone would always save us and make sure we got home to our parents.

We pulled up to Zayn’s flat and went inside right behind each other. There wasn’t much talking whenever Zayn and I hung out. Mostly because I was too shy to speak with him. I never really got that really safe feeling, only the good feeling that I knew he made me feel better. I just didn’t know how to speak with him. Mostly because I was scared that he was gonna think something bad about me. I loved him too much to let that happen, but he couldn’t know. It would scare him away, and I didn’t have time for love in my life right now.

“Melody you have to tell me what’s going on? You’ve been acting really strange over the past couple of day.”

“I don’t think I can do this…”

“Do what?”

“The job…”

“You’re joking…”

“No Zayn I’m not joking. I miss the streets. They are my home. It’s where I belong. It’s where I’m supposed to dance. I haven’t gotten anything but money out of working for you guys and it’s annoying me, because I no longer dance because I enjoy it. I do it because I need it to survive.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. I knew there wouldn’t come anything positive out of working for a boy band. You don’t even take practice serious. Like today… I had plans about seeing that flash-mob, but I couldn’t because you guys were acting childish so we had to take it all, all over again 3 extra times!”

“Aren’t you satisfied that you at least have a proper job now?”

“I would much rather have no job, than being stuck in this for the rest of my life.”

“Fine then leave! Leave it all! We don’t need you in, if you don’t want to be a part of it! Go back to the streets if that’s where you want to end your days, because it will be the very last, but don’t come back when you first leave! Because I won’t be here to take care of you next time!”

I started crying. I knew I did that a lot, but ever since I had been kicked out of my crew I had been an emotional wreck. It took nothing to bring me down or to piss me off. I was like a ticking bomb that could explode every second.

I took my bags and pushed Zayn aside as I ran out of his flat. If he was that big a jerk to me I didn’t want to be around him. I knew where I had to go but it was gonna be dangerous. They were still down by Hyde Park, and that’s where I needed to go. I needed to save my sister out of it all. We needed to speak again. So that’s what I did. 

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