A Match Into Water (Neeroy Fanfiction)

Chapter 24

Leeroy's POV

It's been four weeks since I got out of hospital- a month. In that space of time, I had a lot to think about. It was what was going to happen with me and Niall, whether we were gonna move forward in our relationship. Liam and I had been pretty close, and whenever I wasn't with my beautiful boyfriend I was with my brother. We'd played several video games and sports so we could engage with each other.

I'd recently gotten back to work, but all of my previous dancers had quit due to me not being there for a while. Niall was still attending my dance classes, along with some others who'd decided to take classes. The only problem was that I had to continue with all the basics, and the majority of them didn't know anything about dance. I couldn't yell though, because I was there to teach them.

I got dressed in my black and white track suit which I was supposed to wear anyway. I got to work extra early so I could get everything ready for what I had planned. I strutted through the door with a quick hello to the receptionist Kate and made my way to my room. I sighed when I stepped inside the large studio, the shiny wooden floors still spotless and the mats hardly used. I'd really missed this place.

"Hmm... I thought I was early." I heard a beautiful voice behind me, snapping me out of my sad trance. I spun round and saw Niall smiling cutely, his blonde hair in a gentle quiff and his blue eyes sparkling. He wore a pair of black jogging bottoms and a white T-Shirt.

I grinned, "Just wanted to have some time with my studio. I really missed being here, teaching young people what I know. I got too wrapped up in everything around me that I'd forgotten all about what I wanted to do. I wanted to help people with their dreams. Like you."

"Yeah. I love it here, too. It's where I get to sneak little glanced at your ass whilst you're twerking," he joked, walking closer to me. "You know... Since we're both here, maybe I could have my own practice lesson? I mean, we're early. People won't be here for another hour."

"Hmm... I guess you're right." I smirked, standing in front of him. I towered over him, I was a head taller. He looked up at me, his eyes bright and wide. I knew that he wanted me to kiss him, and usually I would've, but I decided to tease him a bit. Our relationship was always so innocent, but I decided that maybe now I would hold back on anything physical and make him beg for it, just as a joke.

He frowned at my withheld touches, confusion plastered on his flawless face as I stepped backwards, ignoring his protests. I walked into my storage room and pulled out a docking station and plugged my iPod in it. I quickly chose the song Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran, realising it was pretty slow and easier for Niall's standard he's at. He scowled as I grinned smugly at him, not letting him touch me.

He huffed, shaking his head. "I don't know what you're playing at, Leeroy Payne, but it's evil."

"Hmm..." I repeated, pressing play on the music. "Show me how you dance. I know we've had some lessons, but I couldn't teach you too much as we've been rather busy, right? I just need to see how you've improved from our very first session."

I tried to muffle a laugh as he blushed, remembering how he fell over when he tried before. "Lee... You know I'm embarrassed... I don't-"

"I said dance." I tried to act firm, but my voice breaking because he was so adorable it was hard to stay away from him. I sat down about a metre away from him on a bench in the studio and watched as he sighed, rubbing his eyes.

When he didn't move, I ran my hands through my hair, rolling my eyes, "Jeez, Ni- I teach dance to a hundred people a year, okay? I have to watch them perform without any help at first so I can evaluate what stage you're at, so I can begin to finally teach you. I just need to see how you are, this song is pretty slow so it can't be that difficult, just move around a bit and do the stuff I taught last time to the class. Jakob was pretty good at it, just follow his example." I told him, referring to a very talented boy in our group. Him and Niall had gotten along well, too.