Opposites

s i x t y

[ zayn & melody are so happy right now...it would be such a shame if someone were to....I don't know...ruin it :) ]

ENJOY READING & EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED !!

Melody

I grin down at my phone, re reading Zayn's text over and over again. I look up briefly to see if Liam or Niall are gazing at me. When I see them conversing and writing something down on papers, I quickly look back down on my phone and type a text back.

Twirling a strand of my hair, I lean gently against the wall behind me.

I let out a dreamy sigh, closing my eyes, as Zayn's image clouds my black vision.

Damn, his smile is everything. It literally lights up everything dim, turning it into bright, beautiful fireworks. His eyes are just so perfect, I get lost—

"Melody!"

My eyes snap open, as my heartbeat increases swiftly at Liam's loud yell.

"Y-Yes?" I gulp, straightening out my Tutu skirt.

Niall's hard glare makes me scurry off to where they're standing, avoiding their stare.

I notice Liam shaking his head in disappointment, as he collects his papers quickly.

"Phone," Niall suddenly demands. I groan silently, slowly placing my phone in the palm of his hand.

"Back to the top!" Liam booms like he always do, turning around to play the music.

Sighing, I stretch before he can play the music. Taking a deep breath, I let the classical tune to pass through my ears, relaxing every inch of my body.

I get started with a first position, slowly doing the plie, bending my knees, while keeping both of my feet flat on the floor.

Releve is next.

I keep my knees straight with the tune of the music, and lift the heels high enough so all of my body weight is on the ball of my feet. I then leave the ground by jumping off of both feet at the same time. I propel myself in the air, making sure to straighten and extend my legs in the air, landing in a pile on the floor to cushion my knees.

I move from the floor, twirling and twirling until I get to the other half of the large room. Stopping my twirling after two minutes, my hands form the fourth position, while my left leg lifts behind my back. I then quickly remember to keep my chin up, and my head held high.

I move with the beat of the music swiftly, twirling, falling, performing every move to complete the choreography, Liam and Niall taught me.

"Come on! Faster!"

I curse slowly at myself for forgetting to perform the Pas De Basque, as sweat tickles down at my hairline. I ignore that and keep moving, swiftly doing the Chassé, Tendu, Emboité, Developpé, and finishing it off with Pas De Bourrée.

The music ends once I'm bowing down in a thankful manner.

My chest rises up and down, not feeling my knees shake this time, because I've trained for this dance like fifty times already.