A Leap in Faith

Sequal to: Dancing With Love
Grace has just returned from Sydney, Australia, and Niall has invited Grace on tour to surprise everyone. With feelings still unresolved, will Zayn and Grace reconnect the love they once shared? Or will someone move on and leave once again?


6. Chapter 5

~Grace's P.O.V~

After arriving to the hotel, I was sweetly escorted to my room, and settled in. It seemed as farther away I got from the rehersal stage, I was releived. In fact, being in this hotel made me feel a bit bored. Swiftly after changing into a pair of trust Nike Pros, matching red sportsbra, and a slight revealing, loose tanktop, I walked out of my room in search of assistance.

Luckily, there seemed to be a man that was standing at the beginning of the hall from when I arrived still there. Lightly tapping his shoulder while reaching up on the tip of my toes, he seemed to respond to my needed assistance. "How can I help you?" His stern, official voice asked me.

"Sir, do you know of any type of studio room, or gym that might me around, anywhere?" Thankfully, to my advantage, he nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's actually located down in the lobby. Then take two left and you have an option of a training gym, or a mirriored room, and if you are looking for a much needed hardcore workout, there is one of those as well." His quality in making someone smile overpowered his muscular view. "Thankyou so much." Was all I responded with as I quickly jumped into the elevator.

I'm guessing by "mirrored room" he meant a very well, wooden floor filled with balance bars, and also stretching material for a well needed dancer like myself. They even had a little stereo where I could place my little Iphone into for a source of music.

As I quickly turned on my favorite playlist, I let the music take over, my body just being the respondent.

~Zayn's P.O.V~

My nerves got the abseloute best of me as I finally made it out of the elevator, and onto my floor. Robert, one of our membesr of security, nodded firmly to me as I made my way past him, and walked utterly slow to Grace's room. My confidence, I beleive, has never been so low in my life as I could not build up the courage to even give off one knock. Eventually, I based off the pros and cons of this situation, and pros seemed to win by half a point.

I quickly knocked on the door twice and backed away from the door. Giving a few minutes, I had started to suspect that maybe she was asleep, and I kept repeating to myself to not knock again.

Defeated, I started walking to my room. Maybe this wasn't a good idea at all. None of this was worth it, and Grace probably doesn't even give a shit that I'm here. My thoughts were interrupted by Robert. "If you're looking for the girl who was in that room, she's in the lobby. She asked about a gym, I think, or a studio room." Of course! Why didn't I think of that? "Thanks."

Walking through the gym, I welcomed the same feeling I felt walking towards Grace's room. Staying on the down low while I walked through the gym wasn't working very well. I searched every face, every body. But I still didn't see any sign of Grace. Making my way to the next room, I heard a low hum of music, and my heart beat faster. It had to ber her.

I leaned against the door, and I could have passed out. It was her. It was really her. Her lenghty, brown, curly hair moved in one hundred different directions as she moved swiftly over the glossed, wooden floor. My heart raced, overwhelming my chest. Leaning further onto the door, I could see an even better view of her body. I remebered every curve, and crevace of her body. Her claves even more defined, as well as her bum. Not even a single change in height, to my advantage.

All at once, lost in the dream of her body, the door leaned open, creating my worst nightmare. I fell onto the floor of the room Grace was dancing in. Now was when I was in deep shit. Deep shit of embarrasment, and nerves.

~Grace's P.O.V~

Lost in the midst of my own dancing, I heard the door slam open, followed by a thud. I quickly stopped and my heart beat was strung with fear. "Are you okay?" Was all I seemed to say before I recognized that hair. His hair. His arm full of tatoos. And then I was met by his eyes.

"Zayn?" Was all I could manage. Saying that I was in complete shock was an understatment. "Grace. I'm so sorry. I didn't know that you were in here." The way he said the statement, full of nerves, I could tell that he wasn't telling the truth. My only response was laughter. Laughing towards my nerves of seeing the biggest goofball in the world. The goof ball who I once spent everyday and every minute thinking about, and spending time with.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Zayn said, full of embarassment as he brushed off the back of his sweatpants. "I don't know." I said with laughter still in my voice. Once I contained myself, seriousness overpowered me. "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yes, I'm fine."

"Great." I said as the awkwardness took over. Quickly, I jogged towards the stereo and turned the music off. "So what brings you here?" Zayn quickly scratched at the back of his neck. "And the truth, please." I added. He huffed, debating with himself. "Well, I thought you woud be arriving with Lyndasy at the stage, but you weren't there. So I got nervous, and she encouraged me to come and see you, so now I'm here, and I'm a bit too stunned to even think of what to say."

His brown eyes looked from me and to the ground multiple times. Thinking of what to say, I stared down at my feet. "Well I'm fine. I was just extremely tired." I lied, trying to cover up my bruised and broken tracks.

~Zayn's P.O.V~

She was clearly lying. I could tell by the way she stared at the ground and picked at her nails. "If you were so exhausted, why wouldn't you just go get some rest?" As I asked the curious question, my back found its way on the wall, with my arms folded across my chest, tucked into my elbows.

Grace instantly shrugged her shoulders. "I guess when I have the chance to dance, I'm not so tired anymore." She smiled. That smile instantly made my brain melt. Matter of factly, it made everything inside me melt. Unfortunatley, I refused to aloow Grace to know what her smile did to me. What anything she did did to me. Old feeling aren't real to me. At least that's what I keep saying to myself, but my heart seems to be overpowering my goal.

"Have you eaten dinner?" The words spilled out of my mouth before I even got the chance to over think the question. How could I be so stupid! "No, actually." Grace's words interrupted my harmful thoughts toward myself.

Maybe I didn't quite prepare myself for her answer because I had no idea how to reply. With nervousness overbearing me once again, I picked at the nape of my neck. "Do you want to go pick something up? Only because you don't know your way around here yet." My words were chose very carefully, not to make her think I'm jumping into this too fast. Her smile ambushed me again. "That would be great."



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