Last Dance.(Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

I DO NOT OWN THIS I GOT IT OF OF YOUTUBE BY EVERSOGEEKY!!! this is also her wattpad that i dedicted to her. AGAIN NOT MY STORY!

The kisses, he planted them all over. His hands, he moved them all around. I combed my hands through his soft dark hair. Once again our lips had met. A soft moan was heard from his quiet throat. I closed my eyes and gathered in all that was happening. This isn't the beginning. This was before.

Before he left me.

-Now/Today-

My feet twirled around as the music played the sweet lullaby. A lullaby only my body listened to. I swayed my body back and forth; the rhythm began to pick up. More and faster. I followed the beat. I kept swaying back and forth.

Suddenly, my door bell rang. I grabbed the control and turned off the music. My parents weren't home so it was kind of scary hearing the bell ring. I walked slowly to the door as I made it downstairs. I peeked through the little peep hole to see who was there. There stood two women on the other side. I opened the door and smiled at them.

"Um... Hello?" I greeted them.

"Hello, darling! Is your mom home?" The light skinned lady spoke first, she had a clear English accent, it was pretty cool! When she said 'mom' she pronounced it like 'mum'.

"Uh, no. She's out." To be honest, I don't have a mom. But she didn't need to know that. My dad wasn't home though; he was out doing some grocery shopping.

"Oh! Well, hello there, I am your new neighbor! I just live right next door" She pointed to the house. "I was just here to greet my family and say 'hello' to the neighborhood!"

"Oh, okay..." I thought it was a bit weird to meet a new neighbor; usually I meet them just by asking if I could borrow their lawn mower or something. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, your name?"

"You can call me Mrs. Malik! And this is my daughter!" She pointed to the girl next to her. I smiled politely.

"Well, I am Ella. No need to know my last name, Mrs. Malik." She laughed at my dorky joke.

"Okay, Ella! I hope to see you soon. Have a pleasant day, sweetie!" Her and her daughter then walked down my steps and walked off. I closed the door and walked back up to my room.

Well, that was nice. I turned the music back on and this time I started to read a book. I was tired of dancing.

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"Some neighbors came by today to welcome themselves to the neighborhood." I brought up what had happened earlier today to my father.

He nodded, "That was nice. Do they have any kids?"

"Yeah, they have a daughter, but she seems older than me. They were English!"

"English? Living in Denver? That's a bit odd. But that's what makes life interesting!" He smiled and went back to munching on his slice of pizza.

"Yeah." I said.

I finished up and did the rest of the dishes. I then walked up back to my room and took a shower and got ready for bed. I got comfortable in my bed and took my book out to read some more.

Just then I heard some singing, for a second I thought I left my computer on. I checked, but no, it was off. The singing was coming from outside my window. I put my book down and got up. I peered out to see a rather good-looking boy outside. I couldn't really tell in the dark, but he looked really cute. I thought I could see an iPod next to him; it seemed as if he was testing something. Maybe his vocals?

I stayed looking at this boy. I couldn't think of the song but I knew the lyrics, "Baby, let me love you..." he sang it so beautifully.

"Oi!"

I didn't know how long I was sitting there enjoying his voice. But it wasn't too long for him to notice me up here.

This boy seemed to have an accent as well, but it was a mix of something else.

"Enjoying my singing, are you girl?" I could hear him laugh lightly. But I didn't answer him. I just laughed and closed my window. I got back under my covers and replayed his beautiful voice in my head and soon fell asleep.