Dance your heart out (a one direction story)

2. Bowling

They all froze, except for Niall, who kept walking, saw that they had stopped, and scampered back. They all tackled Danielle with a hug. As soon as that was done, everyone turned to me.

"Well well well if it isn't the pretty Ms. Valerie Thomson" smirked Harry

"Well well well if it isn't a bunch of hormonal teenagers," I shot back.

"You need to work on your lines" Louis said, sliding his arm around my shoulder. I shrugged it off, then felt my phone buzz. I pulled it out and checked; it was a text from Michael. 

I'm here now babe xx

Danielle being the super woman she is figured it out, and pushed the boys down the hall. She hated talking to Michael. 

"C'mon guys lets go to the alleys. Valerie's going to meet us there she's just waiting for her boyfriend."

Niall looked at me.

"Aww man!" 

"Fddlesticks!" mutter Harry snapped Harry.

They all turned to look at him. 

"Harry what the hell" Snickered Zayn

"Alright alright let's go" Danielle said and with that they were all herded down the hall.

I laced my shoes up and meandered down the hall. The bowling alley had a lobbey, but to get to the shoes counter and alleys you went up a flight of stairs. So that's were I sat and waited. Not long though. I saw Michael walk through the door. Oh man. His sandy blonde hair was glinting from the lights. He saw me, as there were no other people there. Even from the top of the mountain of stairs, I could see it. He was mad. I could deal with him being mad. I have before. Only had to go to the hospital twice. I can do it now. As he swiftly climbed the stairs, the angrier his face looked. The closer he got, the more scared I got. I wouldn't let it show, though. Never. As he finally stood infront of me, I wondered how this would play out. He was pretty unpredictable.

"Hey Babe!" I started, smiling, and hugging him.

"Valerie, you bitch," he growled. Ok, maybe this wouldn't work.

"Val, you ugly slut, go kill yourself. Fuck off."
"What did I do?" I asked him calmly.

"What didn't you do?" and with that he smacked me across the face. Not the first time.

"You're probably slept with each of those popstars you're making me see today. You know what, I'm done bitch. I can do better than you."

It happened so slowly, like a movie. WIth that I felt strong hands grab my shoulders. I felt them push me, hard. I felt my feet stumble on the top of the stairs. I felt my body whip through the air. My tailbone hit the stair, and I almost let a yelp escape my lips. Not in front of him. Even if we just broke up, I was still going to show him that I was brave. I heard footsteps pound down the hallway. A solid thunk went off in my head, and with that, everything went black.