Dance with Me -Zayn Malik Fanfic- COMING SUMMER '13!

1. Moves like Jagger *SNEAK PEEK*

Zayns Point of View

"Ok, so its 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 repeat, skip 2, back to 5." Our choreographer, Evan, said.

"Um, what?" I asked. All I heard was a bunch of numbers.

"I got it!" Niall cried beside me, dancing the routine Evan just did. I looked at the others, who were dancing exactly like him. Perfect moves.

I cant do this.

I looked at Niall and tried to copy him, feeling insecure. "Zayn! Its left, right, left left, right. Not right first." Evan said. I immediatly felt my cheeks turn red.

I cant dance.

I suck.

Ugh, I sound like a whiney girl. I mean, I dont even get the counting and stuff! This is dancing, not math class. And I am just a klutz. I will fall if I try to do anything. "Can't we take a break?" I asked.

"Fine. But just 10 minutes. I need to talk to Paul." Evan said, walking out of the room. I let out a huge sigh of relief. Niall raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Whats wrong? Your acting all scared.." Niall said, his voice low. The others were goofing off, not paying attention.

I shrugged. "I can't dance."

"Yeah you can! You always say you cant, but yet your great at dancing!" Niall cried.

"No, im not! I get it mixed up. I always mess up on stage, and I look stupid." I muttered. "I dont even understand Evan! All I hear is a bunch of numbers and its..its.. confusing!"

Niall gave me a bewildered look. "You dont mess up on stage! And you dont look stupid, I mean, millions of girls have you taped on your wall! Thousands of girls are crazy for you. No way are you stupid!"

"Then why did Perrie break up with me? Why cant I dance?" I asked. "I am supposed to be Zayn the Vain. I am supposed to be the bad boy, yet im scared of little things. I'm an idiot."

"Mate, I dont know why she did that... You know we dont know why." Niall said softly, puting a hand on my shoulder. "And some people just have a hard time with something, like how I cant cook at all, while Harry is like a chef! Dancing just isnt your thing, I guess. Don't feel like an idiot."

I smiled weakly. "But I want it to be my thing."

"Just... try harder next time." Niall shrugged.

I sighed. I am trying! I just cant ever get it right! "I trying hard enough! I just suck at it, Niall! Its too hard!"

"You better not be giving up, Malik." Niall said, his voice hard.

"Maybe I am." I cross my arms. Ok, now im acting like a kid. But im sick of it.

"Mate, you are better than that!" Niall cried.

I ran a hand through my hair. "You dont get it. Just... nevermind."

Niall raised his eyebrows. "I do get it. I dont think you do."

"Huh? That doesnt even make sens-" but was cut off by Evan walking back in.

"Alright, that's enough for today. I think you all have it. I will check up on you tomorrow before the concert." Evan said grabbing his drink and folder and quickly running out of the room. That's weird. Evan never ends early. I exchanged a look with Niall, who shrugged. Huh.

"That was weird.." Louis said.

Liam nodded. "It really was."

"So.. what do we do now?" Harry asked.

"I guess we go home." Liam said. I coughed to cover up my smile. No more practice, which means no more acting like an idiot who is trying to dance.

We walked out of the studio, down the hall, and out the doors. We all piled into Louis's car, Louis driving, Harry in the passenger seat, and Niall, Liam, and I in the very back, me next to the window. I sighed and leaned my head against the cool glass.

"Are you ok, Zayn? Do you have a headache?" Liam asked, his voice coated with worry.

I closed my eyes. "Im fine.. just tired." Tired of being stupid. Why cant I get the dance down? I try and I try but I can never get the damn moves down.

"Are you sure? We have medicine somewhere around here..."

"I said I am fine." I said, my voice a bit harsh.

"Ok.." Liam replied, his voice showing hurt.

I opened my eyes. "Look Liam, im sorry its just been... one of those days."

"Its fine." Liam smiled weakly, but his voice seemed unsure. I turned back to look out the window. There was an awkward silence, then Harry started to talk about the tour and then the boys all started talking about it. About the cities, fans, songs... and the dance routines.

I watched the trees and buildings go by as I narrowed my eyes. I just cant dance. Never have and never will. And no one can change that.