I want to dance.

The movie Footloose always makes me want to get up and dance. Actually, any type of music makes me want to dance. Dancing is how I let go of my emotions. I let the music take over my body and I dance away the pain. It has always worked for me.

When I get stressed, I dance.

When I want to cry, I dance.

When I'm mad, I dance.

When I'm happy, I dance.

When I feel all alone, I dance.

I'm not really any of those things at the moment, though. I've done enough crying for the day. I don't want the guys to think I'm weak. I've managed to cry on the first day of meeting them. That's a bit pathetic I think.

I also snapped at Niall. He is such a sweet guy. I shouldn't have yelled at him. I still feel bad for flinching away when he was about to hug me. His face was so sad when I did that. I hate hurting people and I've hurt him twice. Both times I didn't mean too.

I really need to dance. Too many thoughts in my head.

I look around the room at the guys. Zayn is sitting on the couch next to me with his eyes glued on the tv. Harry is sitting on the couch with his feet in Louis's lap. Liam is laying on his stomach on the floor.

Last but not least, is Niall. He is sitting by the couch on the floor. His back is resting against the couch right by where my hand is resting. If I moved my hand just enough I would be able to touch his blonde hair. I won't do that, though. It would be weird. Yet I have this strange urge to run my fingers through his hair.

"I'm going to bed." I quickly say bringing my attention away from Niall's blonde locks.

It's too early to go to bed, though. It's only nine. I normally don't fall asleep until midnight or later. No one needs to know that. They can think I'm going to bed.

To be honest, I'm going in my new room to dance.

"So soon?" Louis pouts resting his hands on Harry's legs.

I pretend to yawn. "I'm really tired." I lie. I stand up and hug Zayn quickly.

"Are you okay?" Zayn stares up at me with a worried expression.

I smile at him heading for the corridor. "I'm fine. Just tired. It's been a long day." I yawn again.

"If you need anything-"

"I know." I cut Zayn off. "Night guys." I wave at them. My eyes lock onto Niall's. He smiles at me. I turn around and head to my room.

I shut my door behind me. Okay, where did I put my iPod? I rush to my bed and dig through my duffel bag. At the very bottom, I find my iPod and headphones. I plug my headphone in and place them in my ears. I go through my playlists and click on the one labeled dance. I hit shuffle.

Super Bass by Nicki Minaj.

I danced to this song a lot back at LFAA. I stuff my iPod in my sweatpants waistband. I close my eyes and dance to the music. I have this whole dance memorized.

I wonder if there is a nearby dance studio that I could go to. This room is huge, but it's not big enough to dance in. When I'm dancing I move around a lot. This room is restricting me. I'll ask Zayn tomorrow.

I need to go shopping tomorrow. This room is too plain for my taste. I need some bright colors in here. I have quite a bit of money saved up from my job. I worked in a bakery. I learned how to bake a lot of desserts when I worked there.

Maybe that's how I can repay the guys for letting me hang out with them. No guy can resist homemade desserts.

The next song on my iPod is Footloose by Kenny Loggins. I like the older version better than the Blake Shelton version. I have nothing against him. I just like Kenny Loggins version better. I learned this dance before I ever went to LFAA. I actually learned this dance when I was ten. Footloose is my favorite movie. It always helps that the main character is rather hot.

I dance around my room losing myself in the music. I don't even hear the door open as I'm dancing to the chorus. I spin around quickly and continue dancing. I open my eyes and spot Niall standing in my doorway.

I stop dancing quickly and yank my headphones out of my ears. My iPod falls out of my waistband and drops to the floor. My mouth opens, but I quickly close it. How do I explain this?

"You're an incredible dancer." Niall grins at me.

I look down at the floor feeling my face heat up. "Thanks." I mumble scratching my head nervously.

"I knocked, but you didn't answer." Niall jerks his thumb over his shoulder pointing to the door. "The guys have to go to the recording studio tomorrow and I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping for your room."

Why does he look so nervous? I should be nervous and feeling awkward. I was supposed to be sleeping. Instead I'm dancing around my room like a crazy person.

"Why aren't you going?" I ask him regaining my breath.

"I went earlier today." Niall answers.

Zayn is going to allow me to go shopping with Niall. The guy everyone is trying to set me up with. I don't understand why they want us two together. We just met. Besides, I'm not looking for a relationship.

"Yeah." I nod my head. "That would be great." I decide "Thanks." I smile at him.

"No problem." Niall says in his adorable Irish accent. I think Irish accents are my favorite. "How is eleven for you?"

"That's fine." I say. Niall smiles at me one last time before turning for the door. "Niall?" I call his name. He looks over his shoulder at me. "Could you not tell Zayn I was dancing in here? I don't want him to worry or anything."

Niall nods his head looking a bit confused. He walks out of my room and shuts the door behind him. Maybe if I can ever trust him enough I will tell him about my past. Maybe.

I pick up my iPod and headphones off the floor. I yank my headphones out of my iPod. I walk over to my light switch and switch it off, but turn my fan on. It's pretty hot in here now. I would take off this hoodie, but it smells too dang good.

I jump on my bed and climb under the covers. I guess I'll just go to bed now. I don't want to keep dancing and have someone else come in. Niall walking in while I was dancing was awkward enough.

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