Dance With Me

Chapter Six - Mabel's POV

When we pull up to our house, father smiles at me. I refrain from raising a suspicious eyebrow and smile back. As soon as the limo stops I rush out of it, only to halt and wince in pain.

Stupid classes. Every. Single. Freaking. Day.

I limp to the door and I'm about to jam my key into the hole when it swings open, revealing Ms. Skylark. She did have a husband at some point, but they got divorced and why is she here.

"Um... Is Marie here?" I ask, mentally face palming. No, she's just at home by herself with her evil second cousin stalking her and collecting information to tell Claire who'll tell my arch nemesis Miranda who'll spill it to everyone and start a stupid rumour about god knows what. Yup.

"Mabel?" she asks, waving a hand in my face. I snap into reality. "You there?"

I smile sheepishly and nod. "Yeah, sorry. Well I should be getting to my room since I have homework and I should really study and I'm starving and okay bye." I push past her and jog up the stairs. My door is cracked open and I see two girls and a kitten on my be.

"Lilac," I say quietly. "Mar, why the fudge are you here?" Bella mews and crawls over to the edge of the bed. I sit down and throw my bag over to somewhere. I bring my kitten on my chest as I lay back, my head between Marie's shins. My shoulders rest on her legs and I watch her upside down intently.

"'llo, Mabel," Marie chirps. "So, I looked up this boy band and apparently they're... Well, a boy band. Five of them. Pretty fit and, listen to his." She clicks a button on my laptop (how she got the password I may never know) and I stay silent as soft guitar sounds begin to play from the speakers.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind it was meant to be. And I'm joinin' up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks, and it all makes sense to me...

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, you've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I'll love them endlessly..."

The rest of the song plays soothingly through my ears and stimulates my brain. I listen not only to the beautiful voices of the males, but the lyrics they're singing. One thing I often do is drink tea before bed, which was part of the song.

"Do I talk in my sleep?" I ask suddenly.

Lilac stifles a giggle. "Um, I don't think so," she says. Before Claire was evil, the four of us used to be besties and have slumber parties all the time.

"Naw, bro, you don't," Marie chips in. "I would know."

I sit up and cross my legs, putting the sleeping Bella in my lap. "Oh." I shrug. "You guys drink tea?"

Lilac shakes her head and Marie nods. "Sometimes. Not like the Brits 'round 'ere, though, they drink it like they're pints or somethin'. All day, all night."

Lilac starts muttering something I can perceive.

"What?" I ask her.

"It's a Directioner thing. All day, all night, DJ Malik, DJ Malik," she explains. I laugh.

"Oh, okay. Who's Malik?"

"Silly girl. It's Zayn Malik. He's the sexy one with he coif."

I nod. "Mar, pull up a pic," I request.

"Of?" she asks absently.

"What are you doing?"

I watch as her fingers start typing.

"What are you doin- oh! You were asking me." She facepalms.

"No duh," I mutter. "Well?"

"Lookin' at this curly boy. What's 'is name, Lilac?"

"Harry," Lilac meeps, "Harry Styles. Flirty, youngest, and best hair."

"I like 'im, he's quite fit."

I crawl over, depositing a now awoken Bella onto the bed, and look at the screen. A boy with brown hair and blue eyes wearing a white shirt and black trousers that are to short catches my eye.

"Lil, who's the lad in the TOMS?" I ask.

"Louis Tomlinson," she explains quietly. "Oldest, funniest, known for his braces and his girlfriend Eleanor Calder who is a Hollister model."

My heart almost breaks. Why? I don't know. He's fit I guess. "Oh," I sigh. "What about this blond one?"

"Niall Horan," says Marie. How does she know? "Lilac?"

"Yeah," Lilac breathes. "Middle kid, sorta, the only Irish one, bleaches his hair blond and has a thick accent."

"He's cute," I say. "Like, adorable."

Marie laughs. "I think I'm in love," she says, trailing her finger across the screen where Harry stands.

"What about Li?" Lilac asks.

"Who?" Marie and I chorus.

"Liam Payne, my future husband. Duh! Sensible and adorable, nice... Sexy abs," she explains with a wink.

"Mm, Marie-"

"On it!" she squeaks. She types in 'liam payne abs' and waits as the page loads.

"Holy crap."

"Whoa."

"I just died," Lilac says.

"No kidding," Marie says.

"Do Louis," I say. They both burst into giggles and it takes me a minute to figure out why.

"Oh god," I groan. "You guys are so immature. Just type it in already, little worm!"

Marie facepalms and types in 'louis tomlinson abs' and waits. Nothing interesting comes up, but Lilac whispers something to Marie. She starts typing.

"Oh my god," I whisper.

On the screen are dozens of pictures of Louis' bum. I'm dying okay. Bye.

Marie bursts into laughter, rolling around on my bed.

"What is wrong with you two?" I ask, shaking my head.

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That night we pass out from chocolate overload on my bed. That is, after four straight hours o watching 1D videos and listening to both their albums. We're not done yet. We're cuddled in a circle with Bella curled in the center.

I wake up at the sound of voices.

"...cute when they're sleep." Father.

"...know....love.....tell them...." Ms. Skylark? Marie's mum?

I ignore it and fall back asleep.