Lies, Cries and Trying Times

Paris

A/N: video on the side is the song Shaniah sings and also what I picture her to sound like in this here book. This chapter is only long because of the multiple song lyrics here…

 

Chpt 18: Paris

 

~Shae’s Pov~

The music was great and everyone was alive on the dance floor, well the majority was on the dance floor while others laughed and talked on the sidelines. I stood by myself with a glass of punch in one hand as I watched Alyssa and Harry dance and Chelsea and Niall flirt by the food table. Liam was talking to some old friends somewhere and I saw Louis chatting up some girls by the punch bowl. Diana and Callum were laughing their butts off at something. It looked like everyone was having a good time. I took another sip from my cup when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Zayn with his hands stuffed in his pants pockets.

“Wanna dance?” Zayn asked. (A/N: was listening to best song ever and it reached the part where Zayn was like ‘how we danced’ and I was typing dance… yeah…)

“I don–“ I started to say no but I stopped myself. I looked over to Chelsea, only to see her giving me hard glare which only meant that if I told him no, she would be on my case for the rest of the night. Plus I forgave him, right?

Right!

“Sure,” I smiled and rest the cup down on the nearest table. He took my hand and together we walked into the mass of people. I looked at Chelsea to see that she had a smug smile on her face. Oh how I would do anything for her to get rid of that stupid smile. The song started to change from upbeat to startlingly slow. Just my luck. I placed my hands around his neck as put his hands on my waist, we swayed to the beat of the music.

I thought he couldn’t dance. I thought he hated it.

Yeah, well he’d do it just for you. Trust me.

I don’t think so         

Yes you do! I’m your brain and I tell you what you think!

Okay! Don’t yell at me!

Somewhere close to the ending of the song there was this loud screech and then the music just stopped. That noise freaked a lot of people out and I heard a few screams. Hehe… cowards. Soon enough a girl I recognized as Sarah Jacobs, was lightly hitting a mic on stage to get everyone’s attention. Sarah and I were friends in school but I hardly got to speak to her because she’s always busy.

“Okay, sorry about that but apparently we’re having some technical difficulties with the music so we’re going to be having the live band earlier,” she said and a cheer went through the crowd when she mentioned the live band. Just then an idea sparked. I could use this moment to win the bet with the lads. Yes!

I quickly walked out of Zayn’s grasp and to the stage. I went up the stairs and I saw Sarah and a few people from the crowd give me curious stares. If anyone’s wondering, I got rid of my stage fright a few months ago.

“Hey I was wondering if I could make an announcement before the band plays?” I asked her.

“Sure, no problem,” she said and handed me the wireless mic. Thank Zeus (I say Zeus because of this book Chelsea made me read) it was wireless.

“Okay, I have a problem and I need your help. Does everyone know about the third place winners of X Factor, One Direction?” I asked and the crowd answered with a cheer. “Well 3/5 of the band bet me that they’re better singers,” I said and there were some boos. “Boys, please come up here,” I said and soon there were five boys making there way up the steps. “So here’s what’s gonna happen. We’re gonna sing and then you, the crowd, will tell us who’s better. Me or the three of them because we all know Liam and Zayn aren’t stupid enough to bet against me when it comes to singing,” the crowd cheered and laughed.