The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 5

"I'm home!" I shouted, throwing my purse and keys on the couch and sauntering into the kitchen. I spotted my mom trying to cook lunch. She turned to look at me and smiled.  

"You're right on time. Did you bring everything on the list?" She asked, wiping her hands on the apron. I lifted up all the bags in the air and nodded. I kept all of them on the counter and grabbed and apple. 

"What are you waiting for? Go and get ready!" My mom said. I scrunched my eyebrows and looked at her like she had two heads. What does she mean by ready? Am I not ready already?  

My mom gave me an incredulous look. "Are you kidding me? Do you think that's what you're gonna wear?"  

It was my turn to give her a confused look. "Why isn't it good enough? I'm not dressing up like a princess just cause a boy-band comes over for lunch...and dinner." I stated, chewing my apple. She gave me a I'm-your-mom-and-you'll-do-as-I-say-or-else-you're-grounded look. Whoa! That was some look. I muttered colorful words -which I won't repeat- under my breath and walked upstairs. Moms, I tell you! When I become a mom, I shall not ask my daughter or son to do anything against -  

Wait, what?! Okay, I'm officially losing it. I waltzed into my closet and scanned the place for something good to wear. My eyes spotted a yellow evening gown. This will have to do. If it doesn't then I'll commit suicide, no kidding. I wiggled out of my clothes and put the dress on. After, finally making sure that it was good and didn't look too much, I headed into my room. I left my hair open and didn't bother to do anything with them. Just a brush and I was done. I put on my white flats and ran a hand through my hair. Right on cue, the bell rang.  

"Honey, would you get the door?!" My mom called out. I groaned loudly and sprinted downstairs. I pried open the door and stared at all of them. There stood One Direction and their manager in all of their glory.  

"Hi!" All of them chorused together. I managed to smile and replied, "Hey." 

I moved back and allowed them to come inside. I motioned them towards the hall while I rushed into the kitchen. 

"Did they come?" My mom was hyper-ventilating. I fanned her with my hands and nodded. 

"No need to hyper-ventilate, mom. Just breathe. Everything will go fine." I calmed her down while rubbing smooth circles on her palms. She smiled at me gratefully and walked outside to greet them. Meanwhile, I took out my phone and messaged Mike. 

Me: 

They're here, dude. Wish me luck :-/ 

Instantly, my phone vibrated. 

Mike: 

Dnt worry, champ. Nothing will happen. I'm sure d boys will find u hot ;) 

I laughed and typed in a message. 

Me: 

Only you, big boy. Only you. Anyway, Mom will eat my alive if I don't go. Catch you later! :) 

Mike:  

Oh & remember! Niall is d blonde one and Liam will be d JB hair one ;)  

Me:  

Thanks and are you secretly gay?  

Mike:  

No, I'm not. I ws just helping u out. I know how u can forget and confuse them :P 

Me: 

Still. I have a doubt. 

He didn't reply after that. Call Mike anything but gay. Once, a girl from our class called him that and he kissed her right there and then. The girl didn't utter a word to him after that. It was hilarious. He sure cares for his manhood. I tried to push my phone into my jeans but it wouldn't go. I looked down to realise I was in a dress. I sighed. Damn these dresses. They're so NOT my thing. I kept my phone in my hand and walked back to everyone. They were all engrossed in different topics. Zayn and Niall -the blonde(bless you, Mike)- were engrossed in some topic while Harry and Louis were hitting each other while whispering and Liam -I think cause he had the JB hair- was trying to stop them. My mom and Paul were talking about something until both of them looked up in my direction. I waved at Paul and he smiled at me and stood up.