How Do You Know? (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Hey guys!!! Sorry for the long wait... I know its been a really really long time since I updated this story, but hopefully you forgive me for that. And I'm sorry that Niall's part is so short. Sorry Boo's!!! <3

Morgan’s POV:

 “Ready? Go 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. And 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Jump 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.”

Jaxon yelled as we started the dance. Jaxon Embers had been my teacher for the past 7 months. Dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, chiseled body, a charming accent and a strong passion for dance. Originally from Ireland, he moved here because he married a girl from New York. All the moms go crazy over him, I even see my mom check him out every once in a while… Awkward, he’s only 26. Anyway Jax and I are doing a number to Ed Sheeran’s Give Me Love. He’s coming out to London in October and we are going to show this at a dance convention. Jax is hoping that recruiters and sponsors will be there. He always said that he wanted to be a choreographer for major ballet companies or for a major artist. I couldn’t blame him. I had always wanted to be a famous dancer. As soon as I knew how to walk, as cliché as that sounds, I was dancing. I think my mom later caught on that I had a passion for it. But can you imagine dancing with Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, Justin Timberlake, or Bieber?! That would be insane, who wouldn’t want that? I also have a secret pleasure. I sing. But only when no one was around. Whether it be into a hair brush or singing with my head phones on, I did it. I don’t understand exactly why I don’t sing in front of anyone, I mean I’ve danced in front of hundreds of people before so I couldn’t possibly have stage fright. Maybe it’s because I think I never sound that great? I don’t know.

We got to the last position of the dance. I was lying on top of Jax and cuddling him. A little awkward, but we had to make the dance and the emotions seem real. Ed stopped singing and all the kids and other dancers applauded. This was definitely a winning piece. We jokingly bowed to our “audience” and walked over to the table.

“Ahhhh we’re done!!!! It’s finally done!!!!” I screamed into Jax’s shoulder, hugging him. Jax and I had become friends, I mean you would too if you had to dance with a guy from 8 in the morning to 4 in the afternoon.

“I know! Thank you so much Morgan for being a great partner! Now get your arse out of here and pack!! I’ll see you in October, love.” Jax said as he hugged me back. It was a little said to be saying goodbye to him, especially after everything we had been through these past months.

I drove home and sit in the driveway for a couple minutes. My mom was home and I don’t really want to talk to her very much right now. When I told her that Megan and I were moving to London, she didn’t seem very thrilled, especially when I told her that I was living with Eddie. Edmund and I met about 3 years ago at the soccer camp. Being one of the 3 girls on the team, the guys get pretty protective. Eddie and I were the Forward and Center Forward of our team, so we became close friends. Everyone treats Megan and I like we’re “one of the guys” and they aren’t afraid to pick on us or be gross in front of us. We even shared a locker room. Eddie and I hung out during off time and talked after he went back to England. It wasn’t a “love” kind of relationship that he and I had. He was more like my big brother. Always there to answer questions and help me out. Edmund and I decided that we would get an apartment together on Primrose Hill, after I told him I wanted to move to London.

For the past 3 weeks, my mom has become irritating and asking me a bunch of question about what I’m going to do for money and if the apartment is safe and has utilities and if this is really what I wanted to do. She thinks I’m still a child and doesn’t know that I already looked at these things and so have Eddie and his parents. I breathed in deep, sighed, and get out of the car. Mom is in the kitchen making dinner when I set my stuff on the island and sit down. She had her back to me, stirring something on the stove.