Dancing Alone (One Direction Fan Fiction)

16 year old Lacey Harris has just moved to a new school. She finds herself entangled in the grip of the "Bad Boys" and can't escape. That is, until she is wrangled out by Niall and Liam. Will she choose to stay with them or go back to her troublesome ways? Will her decision leave her dancing alone?


3. Tattoos

Lacey's P.O.V.

The whole day Louis and Zayn kept staring at me. It went from being tolerable to creepy. Harry also tried sneaking a few glances at me but whenever he did Zayn would shoot him an evil glare and he would look back down again.

I sensed a bit of tension between Zayn and Louis but I couldn't work out why. They had seemed like best mates at the start of the day...

Zayn's P.O.V.

Louis kept looking at Lacey with longing in his eyes. I'm starting to get pissed off with him. Harry as well. He's tried sneaking glances at her but I give him the 'Off Limits' glare. I think he gets it but Louis, I'm not too sure.


The last bell of the day rang and I rushed out into the hallway wanting to get to Lacey before the other boys did. I knew that Harry had just had History with her but it shouldn't be that hard to get him to go away. After all, he knows that what I say, goes.

Harry's P.O.V

The last bell of the day rang and Lacey and I slapped our books shut glad to be out of history. God, the 1900's were so boring. She lent over to put her textbook into her bag and I noticed that she had a tiny pair of ballet shoes tattooed onto her lower spine.

"When did you get that?" I asked her as she sat back up.

"What?" She replied with confusion written all over her face.

"That tattoo of the ballet shoes." I said pointing to her lower spine.

"Oh, that. Umm I have to go. Dad needs me to help unpack. Sorry," she says and picks up her bag to leave. I tried calling after her but either she didn't hear or pretended not to.

Nice one Harry, you and your stupid mouth blew it again. I slumped my bag over my shoulder and trudged out of the classroom.

Lacey's P.O.V

I rushed down the hall desperate to get out of this place. I was mad at myself for letting him see it but mad at him for asking about it. I checked behind me to see if Harry was following but all I could see was a sea of faces. As I turned back around I ran into a smiling Zayn.

"Somewhere you need to be Princess?" He says with a smirk.

"Urmm no, not exactly," I said still half dazed.

He put his arm around me and started leading me out the door. I unwrapped his arm from my waist and continued walking. Once outside the school gates I turned to him and said "Bye, thanks for showing me around today!" I turned around and started walking away before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Let me drive you home," he said with a smile. A real smile, from Zayn Malik. Wow.

"Urm, no thanks. I'm sure you have places to go and people to see. I'll just walk." With that I turned around and continued down the side walk.

Zayn's P.O.V

She turned around and waltzed down the sidewalk with her brown hair swishing along her back. God, I love this girl.

I turned around and walked to my Harley. I got in the seat put the key in ignition. I started to think about Lacey. I love the way that she smiles, I love the way her brown wavy hair falls down her back and I love the way she treats me like a normal person.

I put my hands on the handlebars and drove home.


I arrive home to an empty house. I go round to the back door and take the key out from under the door mat and walk inside. I take my shoes off just inside the door and shuffle to the kitchen and dump my bag on the floor. I find a note taped to the fridge. It was from Mum,

Zayn, I won't be home till 6 o'clock. Sorry but work needs me again and I can't say no. Make sure you get your homework done. Love Mum xx P.S Don't go in the lounge room. I just had the carpets cleaned.

I took the note off the fridge and threw it into the bin. I picked up my bag and trudged to my room. Why can't mum ever be home? She's always at work.

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