Mummy Direction (One Direction 6th Member)

Dancing Queen

Hi, everyone!!

How's your 2025 going? I hope you're all well!! I can't believe how long this book has gotten, and I swear I have more chapters in store hahaha

Anyway, here's a fun chapter for y'all! Based on the title, you can already tell what this will be about!

Hope you all enjoy this chapter! I recommend listening to Dancing Queen by ABBA as you read! This song is honestly my jam!!

Happy reading, everyone!

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The night was warm and inviting, the air filled with laughter and the soft buzz of chatter. Y/N and the boys were seated at a cozy corner table, surrounded by a mix of close friends. The small gathering felt intimate yet lively, with music playing in the background and the scent of food and drinks mingling in the air. They were all relaxed, leaning into each other as they chatted about everything and nothing, enjoying a rare evening off from their usual chaos.

Seated around a circular table, the group chatted about everything and nothing, their voices blending seamlessly with the music playing in the background. The boys seemed completely at ease, their usual playful banter filling the gaps between stories and jokes.

"This is the life," Louis declared, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "Good company, no chaos—perfection."

Niall chuckled, raising his glass. "Cheers to that."

Y/N sipped her drink, her eyes drifting toward the makeshift dance floor where a few of their friends were twirling and swaying to the music. The upbeat notes of ABBA's Dancing Queen suddenly came on, drawing a collective cheer from the group. Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head as one of her friends turned toward her, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

The mood was light and easy, the perfect break from their usual hectic schedules. Just as she leaned back into her chair, her drink in hand, one of their friends appeared out of nowhere. "Y/N!" one of their friends called, making their way toward her with a determined look. "This is your song. Get up here!" She widened her eyes as she shook her head profusely.

 "Come on, Y/N!" they grinned, tugging at her arm. "You have to dance to this one. It's your song!"

"What? No way!" Y/N protested, laughing as her friend grabbed her hand. Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "No, no, I'm fine right here."

"Like hell you are," her friend shot back, grabbing her hand. "Come on, don't make me dance alone."

Still laughing, Y/N glanced back at the boys, silently pleading for help. But they only smirked, clearly enjoying her predicament. She glanced at the boys, her expression silently pleading for backup, but they were no help at all—just sitting there with knowing smiles, clearly enjoying the show.

"Go on, love!" Harry called, waving her off playfully.

"You're the dancing queen, after all," Louis added with a smirk.

"Traitors," Y/N muttered, laughing despite herself as her friend dragged her toward the dance floor.

The unmistakable opening notes of ABBA's Dancing Queen filled the air, and her friend turned to her, hands on their hips. "You have to dance now. No excuses!"

Y/N sighed dramatically, then turned to the boys, who were all still watching her with wide smiles. Shrugging with a playful grin, she finally gave in, her body starting to sway effortlessly to the music. Her bright smile never faltered as she moved, her energy and rhythm making it seem like she was made to dance to this very song.