Live While We're Young

Layla, an 18-year-old dancer and her best friend, Addison moved to London. After their first day of college Layla became friends with a boy named Harry. What she didn't know was that he would only cause a chain reaction of dramatic events.

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11. Dancing the Pain Away

Tears sprung into Niall's eyes and a pang of guilt hit me. I shot up and hugged him tightly. "It's okay, I was young when it happened."

A sob escaped his lips and I held him tighter.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

We held each other for what seemed like hours. 

Niall grabbed the guitar and started to put it away in his closet. I put my hand on his shoulder and whispered, "please play for me."

He nodded and sat down, he started to strum the guitar. All I wanted was to hear my favorite instrument, and have the memories of my father flash back into my mind.

*Flash Back*

I lay in bed with a fever, almost asleep. My head was spinning almost causing me to hurl, I shouted to my father who came running in. When he saw me his expression softened. He sat down and placed a kiss on my cheek. He grabbed his guitar then played till I fell asleep.

*End of Flash Back*

I smile played on my face as good memories danced in my mind. Niall finished his song and started a new song, only this one caused me grief. It was my favorite song my dad would play, I hadn't heard in a long time. I was too scared to have a wave of grief come over me again.

Bad memories started to flood my mind.

*Flash Back*

I turned to Addison who had waited with my mother and I patiently in the waiting room. Her face showed so much sympathy it warmed my heart. 'I'm scared' I mouthed to her as a tear rolled down my cheek.

She grasped my hand and squeezed it for comfort. I was only 7 and I was about to witness my father die. A nurse quietly walked out, causing us all to hold our breaths. She gave an uneasy look at us before asking my mom to go with her. My mom turned to me and placed her hands on my shoulders looking into my eyes. "Mommy will be right back, Layla. Stay here." Her voice quivered and broke off at the end.

She started to walk away but I grabbed her wrists, all I wanted to do was scream and get away from this madness. I started to sob madly.

"I'm sorry." She breathed starting to sob too. She pulled my hands off her wrists and walked away with the nurse. 

I turned to Addison who had started to sob too. We hugged and cried on our shoulders for the 40 minutes my mother was gone. When she got back her face was flushed, ruined makeup staining her face, and her eyes red and puffy. I ran to her and jumped in her arms, but she quickly put me down not having the strength to hold me. I looked into her eyes and she bit her bottom lip.

"Layla..." She started, but I knew what was coming. My father had been in a car accident and now he is dead. I didn't want to hear her say it so I covered my ears and sat down in the middle of the floor. I crossed my legs and put my head down, blocking out everything around me. It was all over.

*End of Flash Back*

"No." I sternly said. "N-not that one." I stuttered.

Niall looked at me confused for a couple of seconds but then started playing a fast song. The beat took over me and I decided to have fun. I took the guitar and gently placed it on the bed, I pulled Niall up to stand in front of me.

"Dance!" I ordered.

He laughed. "What?"

"Dance." I repeated then I grabbed my foot and stretched it in the air and went on my tiptoes, reaching for the sky.  

He looked down at my foot and gasped.

"Years of practice, Honey." I laughed.

I put my leg down and went back on the flat of my foot. I started to twirl around like I learned in ballet class, only to have Niall try to imitate me. He twirled around playfully, but I stopped him.

"Your back is too straight." I scolded.

He arched his back. "Better?"

"No, your feet are too far apart."

He moved his feet closer together and continued to twirl. Soon he got dizzy and flopped onto his bed. We laughed together and I sat next to him.

"I really love you, Layla." He said catching me off guard.

"I love you too." I turned to face him and his lips crashed onto mine. Our lips moved in sync and he let suppressed moan. I pushed him down and got on top of him. The temperature of the room started to heat up. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, making him stop kissing and sit up. He locked eyes with me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He whispered. 

 

 

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