Lads Just Wanna Have Fun

I Love To Dance Miss Abigail

"Oh God, I don't even know where to begin", Harry mumbled to himself, nervously tapping his left foot to a beat he was uncertain of. Entwining his hands and sticking his tongue to the side of his mouth, the nineteen year old sighed before speaking again.  Eyes ogled at his mesmerizing beauty with long hair cascading past the shoulders and the purest green eyes that made grass look plain as ever. Small giggles began to erupt as his tall and slim frame moved in confusion over what to say.

"I'm sorry. This is just kinda embarrassing", Harry laughed awkwardly, ignoring a hiccup that erupted from him making a certain blonde haired boy burst into fits of giggles. Soon it came to a halt as a ruler hit the desk with authority. "Please Mr Horan, show our new student some respect", The professor demanded with no emotion in her face at all whatsoever. "Just tell us a little about yourself...Why don't you tell us where your from Harry". 

"I'm basically from everywhere. My dad was in the army so we were always moving. This is the 13th school that I've been to...believe it or not". Harry was in the zone with this as he had always admired his father and the work he did but the boy had so many pen pals from the continuous travelling it was crazy.

While Harry spoke with much more confidence, the giddy blonde was too busy cutting out his favourite artist from a magazine to acknowledge it. "Freddie Mercury strikes again as he takes the microphone like he owns it". He laughed quietly at the narration he just made up and finally made eye contact with the long haired new boy. And with that he became entranced.

"Hmm...let's see. What do I like to do?", Harry sighed moving his body awkwardly once again as he was struggling. "I-I like listening to music and I like doing gymnastics...and I love to dance Miss Abigail. I've always wanted to go to those huge television studios in the city as that's where they make Dancing City". The professor let a smile creep on her face as Harry addressed her about his strong passion. Letting him finally take a seat, he felt more comfortable than ever but couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him.

Ignoring it, he did the work but could still see the blonde hair in his peripheral vision.

.......

Boarding the school bus after nothing but a day of lectures was such a blessing. Harry felt he could finally breathe out his anxieties. But just as he found a cosy spot near the end of the bus, his arm was being yanked and aggressively pulled into another space. "GET OFF!" The curly haired lad shrieked at the mystery harasser. "Shhh! Calm down. I just wanna talk to ya". Harry turned to see the strange blonde haired guy who was strongly scolded by one of their professor's in his earlier classes. 

"So you like to dance huh", Niall smiled brightly with his thick Irish accent, watching as Harry nervously nodded his head. It was clear he was still very confused and a little frightened of his  intentions but all the blonde did was laugh. "I'm Niall by the way and I don't bite but if I did I know it probably wouldn't faze you". The blue eyes analysed the slim but strong physique and toned legs.  "Sorry...Why am I here?", Harry mumbled, quickly feeling uncomfortable as the Irish boy continued to stare down the beautiful body. 

"I can tell your a dancer...I like to dance but I'm no professional ", Niall muttered, finally pulling his intense gaze away from the long legs.

Niall spoke happily about his experience with dance and the feeling of the music. Even his  friendships surrounding it but Harry only bent his head. "And we preformed in front of the Eiffel Tower...We were chased by security but we still did it...How crazy is that?!". The energised Niall sighed with how much he was rambling, soon noticing the tall lad was paying more attention to the floor than to him.

"Your turn Rapunzel". 

Harry ignored the nickname and began to ramble to himself to avoid awkward silence. "I have been in many dance troops, some overrated but most underrated and every single time I loved it but never stayed long enough to make real friendships...I've always wanted a dance friend though. I think it would be very nice, definitely not lonely like before". Looking over to Niall for his reaction, the green eyes glowed with relief to see his face shining from his smile.