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?


1. Meeting the Boys

Lacey's P.O.V

"And now, Lacey will perform Elizabeth's favourite dance." I walked up in front of the pews full of people and my dad moved the stand away. The beautiful violins started playing a mournful piece and I danced. I let the music carry me until the slow, sad part in the middle and I stopped, because I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't stand the pain of dancing mum's favourite dance while she was laying in a coffin behind me. I dropped to the floor in my blue leotard and matching silk skirt and cried...

That was nearly 3 years ago. I still remember it as clear as day. Ever since then my ballet shoes lay untouched in the closet.


The piercing sound of the bell filled my ears as I walked through the front doors of my new school. Redmond State High. That's the worst part of Dad's job, we move all the time. Starting at a new school in the middle of term is always hard. Everyone knows each other and you're just 'The New Girl'.

I walked to the student office and signed in. The lady gave me a timetable and a map. My first class was English. Great, English is my favourite subject, other than Music, which I had second. I ran to my class and to my surprise the teacher was standing outside the door.

"Hello, you must be Lacey Harris? My name is Mr Walsh." He said formally.

"Hello," I said shyly.

He then turned around and opened the door to reveal a class full of students all staring at me. "Class, this is Lacey Harris. She's new to our school so please make her feel welcome." I shyly looked at the floor before he continued. "She will need a buddy to look after her for her first week here."

I was just about to object when a tanned boy with his dark hair up in a quiff and his brown eyes full of mischief put up his hand and said "We will." Nodding towards a boy with green mischievous eyes and longish hair pulled into a curler yet older and more rebellious looking quiff than the first boy and another boy with deep sea blue eyes with a hint of green. His mousey brown hair hung lose just above his shoulders. They all smirked at me.

I looked at the teacher and he nodded before saying "Yes, that will be fine. It's good to see you boys taking an interest in helping people other than yourselves." They all smiled a sickeningly sweet smile before Mr Walsh continued. "This is Zayn Malik," he said gesturing to the first boy. "Harry Styles," gesturing towards the second boy. "And Louis Tomlinson."

I pulled up a chair and sat at the spare desk beside Zayn as the class whispered to each other.

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