Broken Shoes

Chapter 5

Broken Shoes

Chapter 5

“You can dance, can’t you?”

“Yeah, well I could.” I gestured to my cast.

“Right, well we want you to be one of our backing dancers.” I looked at Liam disbelievingly.

“I can’t dance and you can’t sing.”

“Lies! Lies! All of it lies!” Louis jumped up and pointed at me, “We can sing, we’re in a -” Harry slapped his hand over Louis’ mouth.

“You’re in a what?” The boys looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Choir!” Niall blurted.

“A choir, really?” They all nodded “And why would a choir need backing dancers?” the boys all looked at Niall.

“Err… because...” he stuttered, “because we need to… liven the performance up a bit?” his tone made it sound more like a question.

“Really?” they all nodded again with wide eyes, “Ok then. Let me just get my robe and my Bible and we can get going!” I shook my head and smiled turning from the room, just how stupid did they think I was? Obviously very stupid because as soon as I turned the corner they started whispering loudly.

“Really Niall, a choir? Could you have come up with something better than that?!” I chuckled and hopped into my room. I grabbed a bag and put all my dance shoes into it. I was still in my dances stuff from this morning, so there was no need for me to change. I hung the bag of shoes on one of my crutches and went to the kitchen. After filling a bottle with water and grabbing a granola bar I went back to join the boys. They were talking quietly but stopped when I walked in and turned to look at me. I shifted uncomfortably under their gaze, causing my bag to drop to the floor with a thud.

“What have you got in that?” Niall reached down and looked inside the bag, “How many shoes do you need?” he started to pull out all of the shoes and laid them on the floor. “Six! You’re bringing six pairs of shoes, how do you need that many shoes?” Harry picked up my tap shoes and started hitting them together making a loud noise.

“Please don’t break them!” he apologised and put them back with the other shoes.

“What’s this?” Zayn was examining a pair of shoes.

“Thongs.”

“What!” He dropped them on the floor. “You dance in thongs? Imagine that…” the boys went silent and I realised they were doing just as Zayn had said. I blushed furiously and hurried to correct them.

“No, no, no! They’re dance things, thongs for the feet!” Realisation dawned on their faces.

“Oh!” Liam picked them up from where Zayn had thrown them and asked how they worked. I sat on the arm of the sofa and put one of the thongs on my foot, showing them how it worked.

“You wear them if you want to appear bare footed.” They frowned

“Why not just go bare foot then?”

“It’s very difficult to turn without shoes, so we wear thongs.”

“If you say so…” Louis jumped up, “Shall we go dear fellows and attend our choral practise?” He said in a posh voice. I looked at him oddly but the boys acted as if it was normal and just nodded and got up from their seats. I put all of my shoes back into the bag and followed them out of my flat. We piled out into the small hall and I locked my door then we headed for the stairs as there was no lift in the building. It would have taken me a very long time to get down the two flights of stairs if Niall hadn’t have picked me up bridal style and carried my down, causing me to blush bright pink and mumble about him not having to. At the bottom of the stairs I thanked him but he brushed it off as if he did it every day.