One Direction Preferences

48-You're a dancer...

CREDIT: TUMBLR

Liam:  "Great job ___!" You friend says as she packs up her costumes, giving you a quick hug. "Thank you! You too." You say, wiping a bit of sweat away from your bun. You grab all your stuff, going to greet your family out in the lobby. You're happy that you're finally done with the 2 hour dance show, and you feel great about your performance after so many days of rehearsal. YOu finally look at your phone, being too nervous to check it before the show, a text from Liam is waiting. 'Brk a leg sweetheart, so srry i culdnt b thre... stck in the studio.i love you! xx' You smile sadly, but glad your parents video taped it so he could see. You finally spot your mom through the large crowd of people, but a familiar deep voice stops you. "Are you the pretty girl that was in almost every dance? I think you deserve some roses." Liam says, pulling a dozen out from behind his back. "Li!" You squeak, dropping your stuff and hugging him. "You came?" You question, as he wipes some eye make-up off you. "Of course, the boys understood that i couldn't miss my lovely girlfriend dancing. Which is much better than someone else I know." He says, raising an eyebrow, referring to his ex, Danielle. "Be nice." You scold, hitting his chest lightly. He rolls his eyes and pulls you in for a kiss, shutting you up.

Louis:  "Oh my god. ___! If i step on these things one more time, I'm going to throw them at you." Louis says jokingly, waving your pointe shoe at you as you come jogging into the living room. "I step on your Toms all the time, Tommo. We're even." You say, tossing one of about 12 pairs of his shoes that sit by the door. He playfully glares at you. "How do you even wear these things?" He asks, sitting down to put them on. "Don't put your smelly feet in my pretty shoes! And practice, I had to train for about 10 years to get into those." You say, pointing at your shoes, which Louis is now trying to tie. "How do you make them look so pretty?" You shrug. He tries going up onto the on full pointe. "Holy shit! This is torture, why do you do this to yourself?!" You laugh as he trips all over the place. "Because I love dancing, now take them off, because a. they're expensive and b. you're going to break your foot." You says, sitting next to your boyfriend, and helping him take off the shoes as he rubs your arm.

Zayn:  "Okay, now, put your arm like this." You tell him, moving your arm into the next move. "And you hit that, 7,8." You say, demonstrating it as he watches. He does it himself and you smile. "Good! And you claim you can't dance." You say, pulling up your sweatpants a bit. Zayn came home from the studio as you were running through your new hip hop routine, and was watching you silently for a few minutes before he wanted you to teach it to him yourself. So now you both are in a pair of high top sneakers and sweats. "You're much better at it than me." He says, taking a sip of water. "That might be true, but you look hotter doing it." You say, moving your hair out of your face. "Hmm, I don't think so." He says, shaking his head, pulling you into him. "You're all sweaty." You says, scrunching up your nose. "You'll get over it." He says, pecking your cheek. "I have an idea. Lets film this!" Zayn says, running to grab his camera. You'll never understand his need to film himself dancing. You guys do the routine and throw it up on Twitter before going to sleep. The next morning, it has almost a million views!

Niall:  "Oh, Hi Maura." You walk into your house to see Nialls Mom sitting on the couch, sipping tea. "Hi love! How are you?" You drop your purse, hugging her. "I'm good and you? What brings you to London?" You ask confused, you and Niall were going to visit her in Mullingar in a week or so for his cousins wedding. "My son needed a bit of help." She says, gesturing upstairs, where you could hear Nialls footsteps. "Help? Is he okay?" You ask, worried. "Fine, don't tell him I told you this, but he needed to learn to slow dance for the wedding, and I think he was too embarrassed to ask you." She says in her accent, which matches Nialls. He comes down the stairs and notices you're home. "Oh, Hey babe." He says, now jogging down the stairs and greeting you with a kiss. "Hi." You say, kissing him back. He blushes slightly, looking between you and his mom. "You told her didn't ya?" He asks his mother, who shrugs. "I think you're adorable." You explain, ruffling his hair, "You could've asked me Nialler, I'm a ballet dancer, not ballroom as it is. I'm a terrible slow dancer." You say, hoping to make him feel better. "You're not terrible at anything." He mumbles. You smile at him as his mom watch you two with a small smile on her face.

Harry:  "Will you please keep your eyes closed." Harry says, his large hands putting a bit more pressure on your eyelids. "I can't see anything as it is, Haz." You explain to him, as he grips your arm for guidance. He takes you down the stairs, and you know you're in your basement now. "Okay. Open." He says stupidly, his hands still covering your eyes. "Curly." You tease, pulling his hands off as you gasp, and look at him and look back at your new addition to the house. He has installed wood floor, barres, and a wall of mirrors, along with a speaker system, right next to his small home studio. "Now we can do what we love right next to each other, and you don't have to drive to the studio." He says, smiling brightly you hug him and kiss him and he responds before pulling away. "Be right back." He says, jogging up the stairs. While he is gone, you step onto the floor, doing a few pirouettes, spotting yourself in the mirror, smiling at the small picture of you and Harry he taped to the corner. You do a small combination across the floor, and you turn back towards the stairs to see Harry there, smirking at you. "What?" You ask, slightly breathless. "Nothing, you just look really pretty when you dance." He says, tossing you a water bottle as you blush, before disappearing into his studio, leaving you to dance.