Figment Reborn

Chapter 14 The Childhood Dancer

I saw where the rest of the group was. They were in the corner sitting on worn down furniture. Much of it was covered in a soft velvet with various stains on the exterior. The air was thick and smelled of slight mildew and a dripping candle that was set on a carved wooden coffee table in the middle of the sofas and armchairs.

"Hey you, guys," I said in a low voice. Zayn slid over in his chair so I could sit down.

"Where have you been all this time?" Harry asked me. His green eyes staring into mine.

"I was getting myself a drink." I said as I sat down next to Zayn. The melow orange armchair was soft to the touch but was obviously not a new addition to the area. The was a creaking of rusty springs when I sat down onto its aged velvet.

"So, where is Amorphia?" I asked the group. Not really searching for a particular person to answer.

"She trying. She really is. Amorphia told us to sit in the part of the building until she gets back. So, we have to stay within the area of the bar to back wall. That leaves us with the dance floor, the bar, the buffet, here, and the bathroom." Liam said. looking into the nothingness of the scratched wood of the rounded coofee table.

"So," Niall said. "Does Amorphia even know where to find this guy? I mean, if she did know where to find him, we wouldn't be sitting here."

"Your Right," Zayn said.

"Let's go do something else, I'm bored." Louis said. "I am going to dance." He sat up from his chair and made a turn for the black floor colored with strobe lights.

"I'm going, too." Adela said, she grabbed Harry's hand and ran over to the glittered atmosphere.

After they left everybody else seemed to follow them like a train. We followed Liam out to the rest of the group. The only ones behind us were Jane and Niall holding hands. They each looked at each other and smiled. It was a mutual smile, both genuine at the same level.

Once we got there I realized that I had never danced with a man before. The only time I ever danced was in my childhood ballet lessons. I had freckles and fire-like red hair that always made its way to my eyes. Most day I would get punished for it. My instructor would pull it to the top of my head a tie it into a knot that was so tight, I couldn't get it out for days.

This music that was playing was strange. It was almost peaceful. As if it was just floating. But there was something ridged about. Like a sharp aftertaste.

"Ethel?" I heard Zayn say. I then realized I was just staring into space, daydreaming even.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked me. I hesitated, I had no idea how to reply.

"I don't- don't know how to dance," I said with a stutter.

"I will teach you," he said taking my hand. The music was now just peaceful and floating. An innocent sound that rested atop your shoulders with no weight.

Zayn guided me with ease, it seemed like just drifting with the music. Everything else just seemed far away in a different time and place. My steps didn't even seem like real steps, just a swift movement that carried us to a new place.

His hands pulled me into him. Our bodies were close, I set my head on his shoulder. On the other side of us there was Jane and Niall dancing in their own world as well. Their hands interlocked with such beauty.

Something interrupted the music. It was a hight pitched scream that went over everyone like a dark veil.