The Dance Lessons(A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 7

"Michelle Rebecca Reeves, care to explain?" My friend asked me, as she put her hands on her hips. The boys looked from me to her and then back. It was like they were watching a tennis watch where you turn your head from right to left to keep up with the ball.  

"Erm, hi!" I managed a small and weak smile while waving helplessly. She just rose her eyebrows. I sighed and got up.  

"Come with me." I ordered, shooting the boys an apologetic look and leading her to another room. 

"Explain!" She whisper-yelled while I closed the door behind me.  

"So, my mom got a new contract, right?" I started. "Guess who it was?" 

"Them," she pointed at the door. I nodded. She frowned and flopped down onto the bed.  

"Not happening. Not happening at all," she kept mumbling to herself.  

"Huh?" I asked. She just shook her head and went back to dreaming. I snapped my fingers in front of her. 

"Are you with me, Phee?" That's right. This is Phoebe Walters, my half-crazed best friend. And, might I just add, she is a bigger hater than me. I mean I just don't like them, she hates them like infinity to the power of infinity. You get my point, right?  

"Yeah, say what?" She tilted her head to the side. I frowned and sat down beside her. 

"See, Phee. We're gonna go back to the room -" I was cut of by her shrill cry. 

"No! Are you crazy?! I'm not going back there!"  

"Look, Phoebe." I glared at her to make her shut up.  

"Yes?" She played with her fingers. 

"I know you won't last in one room with them. But just try, you know? They're not that bad." I said. 

"Did YOU just say that?!" She shouted. I nodded, "Trust me. They're annoying, yes. But, you can try."  

"Fine, just for you. I'm still not sure what they did to my best friend but if you want me to cope, I will." She stated. I hugged her and smiled. 

"Thanks, Phee. Now let's hurry." I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. She unwillingly got up and stumbled after me. I twisted the door knob but turned around again. 

"And, Phee?"  

"Yeah?" 

"Try not to kill any of them. When mom is done with her deal, we can do anything." I said, making her laugh. I laughed along with her and pulled open the door. Five boys tumbled to the floor. I put my hands on my hips and looked at them. Phoebe was also mirroring my pose, only difference being, she was glaring at them.  

"Erm," 

"Uh,"  

"We," 

"Sorry!" 

"Oops!" The last one was from Harry, of course. Liam had however managed to say sorry. He was the most sensible boy of them all and Harry was the most immature. Mr. Tomlinson was a different story. He was immature, yes. But not as annoying as Mr. Styles. 

"What were you guys doing?" Phoebe asked, getting nearer to them as they got up from the floor.  

"Uh, we were waiting for you as your mom said that she was done with dinner." Louis stammered. I raised my eyebrows. 

"Oh really?" I retorted. 

"Nah, not really." Harry replied. I narrowed my eyes at him and he just grinned.