Voices Numb: Zayn Malik

Chapter 20.

COLE’S POV:

I threw myself down on my hands and my knees in front of the couch pressing my face to the floor. Dust, more dust, broken headphone cable and oh more dust.

“Whatcha doing?”

The voice startled me and I sat up narrowly missing my head. “Oh I was looking for my phone, I have no idea where it’s gone.”

“Well I hope you find it.”

He turned to walk away snatching a cake off the breakfast bar before turning back around.

“Cole, are you ok.”

He paused before popping the cake in his mouth and biting a chunk off. “I mean, I have tried not to pry, because I know this isn’t really any of my business, but…”

“I’m sure I will be fine; with time Austin. If you must know it has something to do with Zayn and back when I lived in Bradford.”

His face softened and he nodded taking another bite of the cake. I sighed slowly dragging myself to my feet. “I think I need to clear my head, maybe retrace my steps. Uhh do you know if there is a dance studio anywhere around here?”

He cocked his head to one side clearly curious as to my question, but was restraining himself from asking.

I gave pity on him, “When I need to clear my head I like to dance, I have been doing it since I was little.”

“Oh sure.” He nodded, thinking. “I think there is one two or three blocks from here, It’s called…. Uhh- Primer’s I think.”

“Thank you so much. I won’t be long I just have a lot to think through.”

“That’s ok I was going to go out tonight anyways. I highly doubt that I will be home whenever you get home, there is a house key under the welcome mat.”

He turned and headed out leaving me to get changed and make my way to Primer’s.  I dug out my lucky peach leotard; yes I had packed it to go to London. It came everywhere with me; you never know when you are going to need to think. I threw my ballet shoes and Ipod into my bag and headed out; but not before grabbing the spare key from under the mat where Austin said it would be.

After walking four blocks I finally found it. Two to three my ass. It was a small building that used to be a house. The door had been painted bright red with the white letters Primer’s Dance Academy over the top. There was no way that I could have ever missed it.

The sky was starting to blacken outside and I headed in before I was caught in the London weather. It looked extremely Victorian inside and it was one of the nicest dance schools I think I have visited.

“Good afternoon Ma’am, how may I help you?”

“Oh, uh good afternoon, I was just wondering if you hire out your studios for an hour or two.”

There was a plump lady sitting behind a large desk to the right of the door. She had startled me as I walked in but she seemed nice enough so far.

“Well lovely, you’re in luck. We have studio two open for about three hours now, will that be enough?”

Wow three hours that would be heaps. “That would be wonderful, thank-you so much. By the way this is an absolutely lovely place you have.”

She let out a giggle. “Thank-you lovely, studio two is down the hall to your right, take all the time you need.”

I picked up my bag and followed her instructions soon coming to a door with a window. I peered inside to see a bright pink wall, a ballet bar and floor to ceiling mirrors. I forwarded on in setting up my Ipod on the docking station; and lacing up my pointe shoes.