Dance With Me- A Zayn Malik Fanfic

“Izzack! It’s the other left foot.” I chided before turning back to the boom box that sat in the corner of the room. We had been running through our competitive routine for a few hours now, and I had been trying to teach the other 8 members of the crew how to do a new segment, and so far, I had only achieved mixed results. Half of them could do it with little or no problem. But the other half was struggling hard. The only condolence I had was that 2 guys and 2 girls were getting it so I could pull the others out if I needed too. It all came down to making yourslves look good. “From the top! Izzack with Becky, Amber with Orion, Jake with Sicha and Niko with Izzy!” I turned the music back on, and took my place in front of them. “5,6,7,8!”

I moved. The music continued. Sweat flew. Shoes squeaked. Amber fell. Izzack still couldn’t get the right left foot for the step-around his girl. Niko kept winking at me. Izzy whacked Niko for winking at me. Sicha got dropped by Jake on the lift. Twice. Orion decided that his own version was better. Becky was still going, not noticing the chaos around her.

The worst part about it was that we only noticed all of these things after we watched the video of the practice. “Are we really that bad?” Niko voiced after we finsihed watching the video his twing brother Nike had filmed for us.  I thought that we did better than we did last week. Everyone else agreed with Niko. We took a break for 15 minutes while the guys went to find food, and the girls discussed how badly their guys danced. I, meanwhile, went off to find my phone, which was probably somewhere in my bag in the changing room. I had a Latin rehearsal in 2 hours, then a full dress rehearsal for ballet an hour after the three hour latin rehearsal. And that didn’t include driving time and time to put on makeup and hair and costume and warm up. I need to text Mikel to tell him that I need to leave early. I probably should have told him that yesterday, but I had a bad habit of leaving things a bit late. I quickly texted him, hoping that he had his phone on him. I dumped it back in my bag and ran back to the main dance floor, hoping that everyone was back.

Everyone was. Except for Orion, who according to Izzack “had to deal with girlfriend problems.” I sighed heavily. “Alright. The extra girl can switch out every once in a while. And I think were moving on. To the other routine. The one that Izzack can actually do.” I made a pointed glance at him, and the rest of the boys snickered. I glared at them too. Not that it helped, since all of them were taller than me by a good 6 inches. I was by far the shortest member of the crew, at a depressing 5’2”. Amber was the next shortest, but still a good three inches taller than I was. “Shut it boys!”

“Damn. Do you ever loosen up?” Niko drawled.  I walked over to him, trailing a hand across his chest, then his broad shoulders as I brushed past him. Locking my eyes with his green ones as I passed him, sensing the undercurrent of curiosity that was betrayed by his eyes.

“Mhm... only for you babe.” I whishpered into his ear, seeing him shiver as my breath hit his face. I kept walking towards the edge of the floor, with much wolf whistling following me, thanks to the boys.

“Looks like someone’s going to be distracted for a while.”

Niko blushed before mumbling “shut up” at Jake, who only started to snicker along with the rest of us. Orion chose this moment to appear from the boys lockers, phone in hand and a puzzled expression on his usually unreadable face.

“What did I miss?” he whispered to Amber, who was the most controlled on at this moment in time.

“Just the most hilarious thing that’s happened since we started up. I’ll tell ‘ya about it later.” Amber whispered back at him.

 “Alright guys, quit messing around. Let’s get back at it. Another hour and we’ll wrap it up.” I plugged my IPod into the stereo and clicked shuffle. The Wanted’s All Time Low blasted out. “Alright, team one-I hope you know who you are. Yes Jake, your team one. No you can’t switch.  No you can’t keep bothering me just to waste time. Yes it’s working. Thank you Sicha. Now go already!” I shooed them onto the dance floor before I counted them in, and they ran through it, with me occasionally calling the shots. I watched with team two, noting that Jake was too tall for Izzy, and Amber was more Jake’s height. After a quick re-arrange, moving Amber with Jake and putting Izzy with the Orion, and moving Niko to team 2.

“Alright guys, try again from the top, then we’ll switch.” I put on Cross My Heart by Marianas Trench and took my place at the front of the group. “5! 6! 7! 8!” us girls walked forward and started our stepping while the boys at the back started doing handstands and spins. After a few more feverish minutes of sweating I called a break and we switched dance teams. I went back to grab my phone to check for messages, leaving the others to sort themselves out.

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Mikel F.

Sound good babe :) Mark’s gunna throw a fit when we cut practice short. Hope ur ready!

Mikey x.

Kattia G.

Mark can go kiss his partner’s ass. It’s not like he does anything else :P  Rico's gunna be there anyhow.

Kat xx

“Kat! We’re starting again!” Sicha’s voice floated out from the main dance floor, so I walked back out, retracing my steps from the lockers to the dance floor. Music started again from the dance floor, and I lent on the doorway, which was in the back of the room, away from where they were facing, and watched.

I had never had any doubt that we as a group were all around pretty good. But even if I did, watching them right now, without me standing in front of them, calling the shots, they managed well. I was mildly surprised, since it sometimes seems as no one in the group can ever organize the rest of them. Except for me. I have no idea how it happened, but I became the unofficial leader of Resurge. Once, when we were at a competition, we were asked to do a bit of a “get to know the crew” video to show before we went onstage to do our routine, and one of the questions that we were asked was “who plays what role in the crew?”

Izzack was immediately called the klutz, Niko the flirt, Jake the sarcastic one, Orion the smart one, Izzy the “mom”, Amber the laidback one, Becky the shy one and I was the leader. That was almost a year ago, and nothing about it has changed. Izzack still trips on flat surfaces, like the dance floor, Niko is still trying to flirt with me, Jake’s till cracking out the sarcastic comments out a breakneck pace, Orion still adds the sanity back in our conversations, Izzy still makes us all feel like kids, Amber’s still doesn’t give a damn about much, Becky still hasn’t spoken more than twenty words at one time, and I’m still leading this group off. I just hope nothing about that changes in the future. When we all are about to go off to university.  When some of them decide that they've grown to far away and too old to do this which started off as a bunch of rangy kids from our smal town, and turned into something serious and worth quite a bit.