Right Now

Chapter 38

(Nialls POV) ((oh snap))

I stumbled out of the bar that me and Charlie just attended. I was alone, seeing that Charlie left to hook up with a member of some other band no one knew about. ((no not 5SOS)) Honestly, I couldn't care less. I wanted to be alone.

I wish I could get Belly out of my head. I missed her so fucking much it killed me. Her hair, and the way it smelled. Her perfectly round lips. Her big brown eyes that were mesmorizing.

Everything reminded me of her. That's the real reason I got drunk off my ass every night, knowing she won't be the one laying next to me, waking up with me in the morning. If she only knew that.

I had attempted to talk to her at the bar but Charlie would have killed me if she saw me calling Belly. So I called her when I lost her through a crowd of people.

Belly's cute American accent was music to my ears. I needed to see her, to kiss her, to tell her that I love her.

I held her key ring in my hand, whispering to myself, 'I love you infinitely' while exiting the elevator.

Fumbling for my keys, I reached in my pocket to open the door.

"Hey, Nialler...You okay?" Zayn asks from his position on the couch. Same thing every night.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I continued to stumble through our hotel room. Maybe I could eat something.

Using my arms to support me, I pushed against the walls to get to the kitchen.

I opened the door of the fridge quietly while Louis skyped on the counter.

Ariel probably. Man, he was head over heals for her. If he wasn't on stage or out doing something, he was sleeping or skyping the redhead.

I moved behind him to surprise Ariel because she really didn't like me when I saw two people.

Belly. And some guy. They were dancing and smiling at each other. My Belly was dancing with some other guy. When he picked her up and spun her, I couldn't take it anymore.

"What the hell?!" I yelled behind Louis, causing him to jump and Ariel to hastily close her laptop.

"Jesus, Niall, you scared me to pieces." Louis rubbed his head and closed the laptop.

"What the hell was that?" I pointed at the laptop.

"That was Ariel." He spoke nonchalantly avoiding the subject.

Knowing he wouldn't respond if I yelled, I lowered my voice, " Louis, what was Belly doing?"

Louis looked at me with pity.

"That was Belly. She was dancing with a bloke called Dylan. And obviously she's a very bad dancer as you could-"

I interupted him,

"Not when she dances with me."

I grabbed a sandwich and went to bed knowing I would see my princess in 3 short months.

-*-

(Belly's POV)

Me and Dylan were dancing like idiots when Ariel closed her laptop hastily and attempted to leave.

"Hey, Ariel, where ya going?" I stopped dancing.

"I..um..gotta call my mom." She hesitantly said before haughtily retreating from my dorm.

Dylan and I looked at each other and shrugged simultaneously.

"I think I better go." He looked at his wristwatch.

"Awww why?" I whined like a little kid and sat on my bed.

"Because!" Dylan threw his hands up in the air.

"Because?" I looked up at him.

"Because." He looked back at me

"Because?" I scooted towards him on my bed.

"Oh come on, Belly, just get over it, I gotta go. " He turned away exasperated

"Oh yeah?" Raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah." He turned back again.

"Oh yeah?" I was standing up now.

"Belly, shut up." He wasn't angry, he kept his voice low and looked down, smiling.

"Make me." I spoke with a small voice.

Dylan walked over to me. He brought his hand to my left cheek, cupping it and kissed my right cheek slowly. His lips were soft. I was literally sweating with anticipation and lust.

"See you later, sweetheart." He got up and left quickly.

Sitting on my bed in shock, I called out to him, "Dylan!"

He popped his head back in, "Yup." He popped the p of yup.

"You missed." I put a finger to my lips.

Dylan laughed, shook his head and left.

-*-

(Lauren POV) ((yay!))

I was at the ballet bar of the dance studio down the street from school. I grew up in New York, so I knew my way around.

As I stretched, I kept thinking about that boy Tyler from my Music Theory class. He was so cute it killed me. I flashbacked to after class.

((Flashback))

This Music Theory class was totally a bad idea.

Everyone had already left while I continued taking notes about chromatic intervals. I was a dancer! When was I ever going to use that stuff?

Finishing, I noticed a person cast a shadow over me. Tyler.

"Hey, you need help packing up, there?" He reached for my notebook.

I smiled, "That would be great."

He helped me pack up. "So, where you heading?"

"Uh..the dance studio down East First.." I answered, checking the time. I rented out the studio every Monday since I was 13.

"Oh cool, I was headed down that way to go to the music store. Want to walk together?" His eyes sparkled down at me. He was just dreamy. If this is what perfect looks like, I'd like a piece of it.

"Yeah, totally!" I sounded way too excited but hey, I got a cute boy to walk with so I don't care.

We walked and talked for a bit.

He told me how he was studying to be a guitar major. How he really like acting too. He grew up in Santa Monica California, and how he thinks I'm pretty. Yes he actually said that. And he added one of those cute blushes that I've seen boys do when they are nervous.

As for me, I was from New York. My parents owned a series of hotels around the world, how I was an only child but very happy. My broadway history, being in shows like The Wizard of Oz, Highschool Musical, and Peter Pan for dancing. How I wanted to continue dancing professionally.

Tyler and I stopped at the studio door. He gave me his number and promised to call after I was done dancing. How perfect was he.

Everything was just perfect.