I walked inside looking around the room. Harry saw me and ran over to me picking me up and spinning me around.
'I've missed you so much Mol' he said putting me down and smiling cheekily at me.
'I've missed you more trust me' I said with a small and very fake looking smile.
'You okay?' he asked worry tinting his beautiful emerald eyes.
'Yeah I'm fine, I think I'm just a bit overwhelmed, and I haven't been feeling fresh today' I lied partly, I never feel the best anymore.
'Oh okay, is that why you didn't eat?' he said tilting his head slightly.
'Yeah' I nodded smally putting on yet another fake smile.
'Well I have to go now but how about I come over tomorrow and we can catch up, yeah?' he said his cheeky smile peeking through again.
'Yeah id love that' I said quickly.
'Great, its a date...' he said then realised what he had said, 'Um no not a date ah... you know what I mean' he stuttered and I giggled at him and nodded. I have missed him so much I hadn't even really noticed. He bent down slightly to my height and kissed my cheek before smiling at me and turning to walk away. I decided to head home, I went to find my mother, who was on the couch in Harrys living room still talking with Anne and Gemma.
'Hey mum, I'm gunna head home, I'm really tired' I fake smiled slightly to her as I approached them.
'Sure honey, i don't know what time ill be home though' she said looking up at me who was standing as they were still seated.
'That's fine, im just going to go to sleep probably' I said hoping only to get out of this conversation.
'Okay then, feel better honey' she said standing to kiss my cheek before I headed out the front door. Niall was still sitting on the swinging chair were I had previously sat with him. He saw me coming out the door and watched me walk down the stairs.
'Molly!' he called standing up to follow me, 'Where ya heading?'
'Home' I yelled not turning back to him.
I reached home and walked inside, I headed up to my room to change into a thick strapped, plain black singlet and black leggings with cheetah print and jewels on the outsides of the legs. I quickly changed and brushed my straight blonde hair into a messy bun pulling out a few stands to rest in front of each ear. I found my pointe shoes and shoved them into my black duffle bag i take to dancing. I pulled on a pair of bright orange socks and my fluoro orange nikes heading down to the kitchen. I pulled two bottles of water out of the fridge and ran back upstairs. I got my headphones and shoved them into the duffle bag along with the water bottles, a big grey pull over jumper, black sport shorts, my phone, keys and purse. I quickly jolted down a note to mum to say I was heading out and I wasn't sure what time I'd be back. I sat the note down on the kitchen counter and headed out the front door. I walked out the door and locked it turning around to see Niall sitting on my porch steps.
'Niall what the hell are you doing here?' I said walking over to him and standing behind him, he hunched over back facing me. He jumped and turned around standing up to face me.
'I don't know, I needed to talk to you' he said looking straight into my eyes.
'Well then talk' I said emotionlessly to him.
'What did you mean that you wont make any promises?' he said, sadness hinting through his stunning blue eyes.
'I meant I wont make a promise that there is a chance I wont be able to keep' I said looking down to the ground. He used his index to lift my chin slightly to look into his eyes.
'And whys that? Why couldn't you keep a promise like that?' he said now looking even sadder.
'Because Niall, you have no idea whats going on in my head, half the time I don't, my life is unpredictable for me especially, let alone other people. Look I'm heading out, I have to go' I said and pushed my way past him. He caught hold of my arm, spinning me around before pressing a long kiss to my lips.
'Niall what are you doing?' I said loudly after he pulled away.
'I... Im sorry Molly' he said and I turned to walk away and got into the car driving away.
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I pulled into the abandoned dance studio. Did I forget to mention i was dancer? I think i might have. Oh well. This studio hasn't been used in over three years and came here whenever I was upset, wanted to be alone or just wanted some extra rehearsal. Nobody came here at 9 o'clock at night. I walked up the steps that lead from the car park up to the two levelled dance studio. It used to be a full on dance school, the top level reserved for dorm rooms for the students from other places that stayed in the school. I kept one room clean, for the occasional times I spent up here. It was a simple room with two beds, a desk, a cupboard and a window between the two beds at ends of the rooms. Sometimes ive came here to sit on my own and do assignments and homework ect. The ground floor was full of 8 dance studios, with lino floors, mirrors running along every wall of each studio and some bars. In each corner left of the door, each identical studio had a large speaker and phone ports to play music through and a cd player. I went to my usual studio, number 3. I don't know why but I have always fancied the third studio, for no reason in particular but i always went to this studio. I walked in and dumbed my bag down. I plugged in my phone to my warm up song and went over to the bar where i had just dumped my bag down. I sat down next to my bag, peeling off my shoes and sock and pulling my pointes over my battered, bruised and blistered feet. Dancers generally have very blistered feet due to the pointe shoes. I kicked my bag over to the side and pulled out the bar. I started stretching and warming up. When i was done i began my regular dance routines.
After I had danced for 3 hours i headed to the 24 hours fitness gym. It was now 11:20pm. I went into the change rooms and changed into the grey hoodie and my sport shorts, along with my nikes I had already changed back into back at the studio. I walked to the exercise bikes and climbed on one plugging my headphones into my phone and riding for an hour, before running on the treadmill for another hour trying to burn off as many calories I could. After the last hour i used the rowing machines for half an hour, then skipped for 20 minutes and finished off by doing sit ups with the medicine balls and stretching. By the time I had finished it was 1:25am. I decided it was time t go home. I walked straight past the scales and to the front entrance of the gym and out to my car. I jumped in turning on the radio and headed home.
When I got home I went straight upstairs to my bedroom, quickly changed into pyjama shorts and a pyjama singlet top. I quickly jumped into bed, closing my eyes and going straight to sleep.
A/N: hey guys I hope you liked this chapter, please recommend this book to your friends if you like it because I don't have to many reads at the moment so I would love more reads :)
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