Eighteen Wishes

Dance With Me

Today was a great day with Niall showing him around my hometown. I couldn't stop smiling all day, I missed spending quality time with Niall. We had been home for a few hours and had dinner with my mom when Niall got a text from Harry saying that they needed to conference call him so he was part of a meeting. As he left to go to his room I took the chance to go into the basement which had been made into a dance space for me.

I walked over to one of the small bins on the wall and pulled out some spandex and a sports bra along with a pair of socks. I then walked to the bathroom and changed into the dance ware. I came out and plugged my phone into the speaker, I turned my favorite cover of Elastic Heart and let the music flow through me. I allowed my body to feel the beat and just move freely. I danced my heart out to every song that comes on after the first one, not paying attention to time or my surroundings I continued to dance until I decided I should run through my ballet solo once before going upstairs. I put on my pointe shoes on and started solo music. I danced through the solo giving it my all, as the music came to an end and I hit ending pose I heard soft clapping. I turned around to find Niall sitting on the steps watching me dance.

"How long have you been sitting there?" I asked him as I walked towards him.

"Long enough to watch you dance and see how much you love it." He stated. I couldn't help but smile when he said that.

"Well you know I can teach you a few steps." I say while holding out my hand, "You do know how to count to eight right?" I teasingly questioned him.

"Yes." He said with an annoyed look on his face. He took my hand as I lead him to the middle of the dance floor. I stopped turning back to look at him.

"I came up with this duet but I haven't had anyone to do it with." I explain looking in his blue eyes that seemed to be brighter tonight.

"So I'll show you the moves slowly with the counts then I'll come back and walk through it with you." I stated waiting for his answer. All I got was a fascinated nod. Taking the nod as an okay I walked away and started to do the boys moves slowly with counts. I went over the first three eight counts and went back to Niall. I stood next to him and start the prep counts, we started moving in sync to his part, I was surprised when he did every move perfectly. Since the song was slow it was easy to count and go through his part slowly. I explained what I would be doing during this helping him get a visual of the dance.

The dance was a love story about two teenagers meeting and falling in love it; since it was a situation we were in it was easy to connect to. I wasn't going to tell him but the dance was based on how we met and our love. We went over the first three counts together once more before I taught him the next three counts going slowly again, this time I saw him in the mirror mimicking me to help him learn the part. We repeated this process many times until we had reached the end of the routine. I turned to find him collapsed on the floor covered in sweat. I was really proud of him for putting up with my teaching and deciding to learn this dance.

"Are you okay love?" I asked him as I laid down next to him.

"No! I don't understand how you do this every day for hours!" He tried to softly shout but came out more in pants from being so worn out.

"You did amazing," I told him as leaned over to kiss his sweaty cheek.

"If you can make it up the two flights of stairs you can take a cold shower while I get you some water," I say as I stand up and then try to use all my strength to pull him up but failed miserably. At my attempts, I got a laugh out of the dying Niall. He finally stopped laughing and heaved himself up off the floor with a grunt. I felt bad for working him so hard and not realizing it.

As we walked, I walked while Niall more like crawled, up the stairs. I got an apple for myself to eat and some cookies for Niall along with two large bottles of water. I sat in the kitchen eating my apple until I heard the bathroom door shut telling me Niall was done with his shower and was in his room. I slowly got up and walked up the stairs feeling the burn from dancing so long, I walked to Niall's room and knocked. As I waited for an answer I heard no movement until my phone dinged. I checked the phone and saw I had a text from the boy on the other side of the door.

From Sexy Irishman: Come on in I'm too tired to get up.

With that text, I opened the door to find Niall laying in a pair of basketball shorts with his head buried into the bed. I smiled before taking a seat next to him, once I sat down he moved his head so he could look at me. I could read the tiredness and pain on his face. He gave me a weak smile before reaching his arm up to latch onto my hand. I smiled when he got ahold of my hand, they fit together like a puzzle piece. I scooted up so my back rested against the headboard. Once I was comfortable I found Niall's head in my lap looking up at me, I reached down and started playing with the ends of his hair causing a soft hum of contentment to come from his mouth and his eyes closed.

I smiled and kept playing with his hair, I started absentmindedly humming softly. I don't know how long I was humming random tunes but it must have been long enough for Niall to fall asleep with his head in my lap. I quietly laughed to myself and lifted his head up and gently set it down on his pillow without waking him up. Once he looked comfortable and covered up I snuck out of the room and made my way to my own room. I didn't realize how tired I was until I laid down on my bed and instantly fell fast asleep.