It's Gotta Be You

Five years ago Abby got her heart crushed by Harry Styles and now he's back and he's after one thing, her heart. Will their love stand the test of time of will former lovers, and most importaintly their past keep them from eachother? You can't have everything you eant, but will they both get what they want most, love or will it be ripped from them forever? Only time will tell, read to find out.

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26. Two Left Feet

Chapter 26 Two Left Feet

I grabbed a lose light purple tank with a dark purple spandex undershirt, and grey leggings out of my closet and proceeded to find an outfit for Abigail, that lazy girl couldn’t be bothered to come look for herself. I grabbed a white crop top with a black undershirt and black leggings for her and tossed them into the bathroom for her. I went over to my vanity and took my blow dryer out of its bin, dried it and threw it into a top knot bun. I went into the kitchen to make breakfast for Abigail and I while she showered and got ready. I was just finished making waffles and fruit salad when the lazy bum I call my best friend walked it.

        “Morning!” yelled Abigail.

        “Moring lazy,” I replied.

        “You know you love me!”

        “Yah remind me again why do I love you?”

        “Because I’m awesome and I make your life better!”

        “Yah are you sure that I’m not just a lunatic for being your friend?”

        “I am shocked that you would even think that it’s obvious that I’m the lunatic in this relationship sister,” said Abigail snapping her fingers in a z formation.

        “You’ve been around Lou for too long…”

        “What makes you think that?”

        “You’ve become a sass master just like that little weirdo.”

        “How do you know that I'm not just naturally like this and I’ve been hiding this side of me for all these years?”

        “Because you can’t hide anything no matter how hard you try it all comes out eventually.”

        “I can hide some things,” scoffed Abigail.

        “Yah ok name one thing.”

        “I took a cupcake from the tray when I was five and my mother said I couldn’t have one.”

        “Pathetic with a capital P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C,” I stated giving her a look over my fork.

        “Well it’s something.”

        “Eh I’ll give you that.”

        “Yay!” squealed Abigail while taking her plate to the sink. I stood up and took my plate to the sink as well.

        “C’mon we have to get the studio and set up.”

        “Two hours early?”

        “Yah and maybe we can get some dance time in before the boys come.”

        “Now you’re talking c’mon let’s go!”

        We finished setting up in no time at all with an hour and a half to spare, we began stretching and then we set up the mats to cover the entire dance floor. We took turns going across the floor doing flips, cartwheels, aerials etc. we did this for an hour before we decided to take a break, we didn’t really want to be sweaty when the boys came. While we were cooling down I heard the bell above the door tinkle and I went to go see who it was, oh great it’s the she devil herself Summer. Kill me now.

        “Hello Summer is there anything I can do for you?”

        “Oh yes Abby dear I was wondering if I could apply for a few private lessons with my boyfriend.”

        “Alright give me the time and we’ll see if it works.”

        “We were thinking about Wednesday after my gym classes with Harry.” I sighed and took out the forms.

        “Please fill these out and give them back when you’re done.” Summer took the forms to go fill out at the desk. I sat down behind the computer and looked at the times that we could put her in, oh dear please do kill me.

        “Here are the forms Abby dear,” her voice sending chills down my spine. I began looking through the forms when my eyes caught the name of her partner, Andrew Clark oh crap he’s her boyfriend?! Wait restraining order means HA! There’s no way that I can tech that class nor can Abigail! Thank goodness, but first we had to be approved for a restraining order. Crap. I’ll just have to suck it up for now. I looked at the time that Summer requested and typed it into my computer.

        “Alright you’re all set have a nice day and your instructor will see you next Wednesday.” Summer just walked out how rude! Not even a goodbye, boy you think you’d know a person. I called Abigail in and we began discussing what would happen.

        “Well you know that you and I are the only instructors available for that time frame and that you may not be accepted for the restraining order considering you’re going in for harassment, but harassment doesn’t apply in this situation considering he has been doing it repeatedly and that he’s only done it once so far.”

        “I already considered this but he has show hostility towards us and where did you learn about all this?”

        “My mum was a layer.”

        “Since when do you pay attention to what she does?”

        “She used to talk about some of her cases with my dad at the table I picked up on a few things,” explained Abigail shrugging her shoulders.

        “Okay then.”

        “I don’t always zone out when the talk about boring stuff you know.”

        “Oh whatever, let’s go back into the studio the boys know where to find us.” We sat down and talked for a while we were in mid conversation when I felt two hands covering my eyes. I screamed and elbowed the person it the gut. I whipped around to see I had just knocked Zayn onto the floor and that wasn’t his gut that I hit it was something much worse, whoops!

        “Um Zayn are you alright?” I squeaked looking down at the boy writhing on the floor.

        “Just peachy,” wheezed Zayn. I looked up from the floor only to see the rest of the boys with grimaces on their faces.

        “Zayn, mate I told you it was a bad idea to sneak up behind my girlfriend,” said Harry shaking his head.

        “No s*** Sherlock!”

        “No need to get nasty here mate just saying I told you so, I’ve been on the receiving end of way too many of those.”

        “Zayn do you want an ice pack?” asked Abigail giving him a look of sympathy while trying to hold back laughter.

        “Yes please,” groaned Zayn.

        “I’m so sorry Zayn.”

        “It’s ok not like I haven’t been hit there before.”

        “So boys are you ready to get started?”

        “Well all of us except for Zayn over there I think he still needs a little bit of time,” said Louis.

        “You got that right mate,” piped up Liam still looking at Zayn.

        “How hard did she elbow you mate?”

        “Hard enough to feel queasy,” said Zayn.

        “Oh Zayn don’t be such a baby here’s your ice pack,” said Abigail handing Zayn an icepack. “As for you boys what would you like to learn today?”

        “Something that doesn’t require too much wrist movement,” said Harry.

        “Ok so that rules out breaking and acro.”

        “NO BALLET!” yelled Niall.

        “HEY that’s my specialty buddy,” sail Abigail giving him a dirty look.

        “Sorry babe,” said Niall giving her huge puppy eyes, he looked like Furby. Abigail just gave him a look saying ‘I’ll deal with you later’.

        “OK so that leaves jazz, lyrical, hip hop, contemporary, modern, ballroom, street jazz and musical theater,” I said.

        “I don’t wanna do anything graceful!” yelled Zayn still holding the icepack.

        “Ok so that leaves jazz, hip hop, street jazz, ballroom, and musical theater.”

        “ How about ballroom that doesn’t really require anything special and you guys can learn it really fast,” suggested Abigail.

        “Alright,” agreed the rest of the boys.

        “Go find partners boys.” Harry and I were together, Niall and Abigail and Louis and Liam… well this is going to be interesting.

        “Ouch!” yelled Louis from the other side of the room, Abigail and I have been trying to teach the boys for about two hours with little progress. Zayn and Louis were trading places as far as partners went but neither of them were very good.

        “Alright boys how about we take a break and then Abby and I will show you what we can do?” suggested Abigail.

        “Cool let’s do it,” agreed Niall. The rest of the boys just nodded.

        After we took a quick water break Abigail and I had the boys sit at the front squished up against the mirror.

        “So what type of dance do you wanna see?” asked Abigail. All I heard a chorus of ‘I don’t cares’.

        “Ok how about this we’ll give you guys the name of songs that we’re using and you guys can choose from there,” said Abigail.

        “Alright,” agreed Liam.

        “We have The A Team, All Too Well, Blown Away, Sail by AWOL Nation, Starships, Two Black Cadillac’s and 22.

        “I wanna see 22,” said Harry.

        “I wanna see Sail,” piped up Niall.

        “I wanna see Two Black Cadillac’s,” said Liam, Louis and Zayn agreed with Liam.

        “We can show you all three of them ,” I said.

        “Sure Babe I haven’t seen you dance in a long time,” said Harry.

        “What types of dance are they first?” asked Zayn.

        “22 is a tap number, Sail is jazz and Two Black Cadillac’s is an acro number.”

        “Ok let’s do it,” said Louis.

        Abigail played turned the music on and we began dancing to 22.

        “It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters
And make fun of our exes, ah ah, ah ah.
It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight
To fall in love with strangers, ah ah, ah ah.

Yeah,
We're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time
It's miserable and magical, oh, yeah
Tonight's the night when we forget about the deadlines
It's time

Uh oh!
I don't know about you
But I'm feeling 22
Everything will be alright
If you keep me next to you
You don't know about me
But I'll bet you want to
Everything will be alright
If we just keep dancing like we're
22
22

It seems like one of those nights,
This place is too crowded.
Too many cool kids, ah ah, ah ah (who's Taylor Swift anyway, ew?)
It seems like one of those nights,
We ditch the whole scene and end up dreaming
Instead of sleeping.

Yeah,
We're happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way
It's miserable and magical, oh, yeah
Tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks
It's time

Uh oh!
I don't know about you
But I'm feeling 22
Everything will be alright
If you keep me next to you
You don't know about me
But I'll bet you want to
Everything will be alright (alright)
If we just keep dancing like we're
22
22
I don't know about you
22
22

It feels like one of those nights,
We ditch the whole scene.
It feels like one of those nights,
We won't be sleeping.
It feels like one of those nights,
You look like bad news,
I gotta have you,
I gotta have you.

Oh oh yeah hey!
I don't know about you
But I'm feeling 22
Everything will be alright
If you keep me next to you
You don't know about me (you don't know about me)
But I'll bet you want to
Everything will be alright
If we just keep dancing like we're
22
22
22, yeah, yeah
22, yeah, yeah, yeah

It feels like one of those nights,
We ditch the whole scene
It feels like one of those nights,
We won't be sleeping
It feels like one of those nights,
You look like bad news,
I gotta have you,
I gotta have you.” We finished our last dance with a toe step and hair flip as Taylor Swifts voice trailed off and the room went silent.

        “Wow,” said Liam.

        “I knew you were good when we were kids but now… wowza!” said Harry with a whistle at the end.

        “How about we all go out for a coffee at Starbucks? My treat?” suggested Zayn.

        “Cool just let us grab our bags and we’ll go,” said Abigail tossing me a water bottle. I grabbed my bag and tossed Abigail hers.

        “Alright lads let’s go!” said Zayn taking the keys out of his pockets.

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