My heart dropped. Seeing the sadness in his eyes like that made me want to burst out in tears. I felt guilt starting to form in my stomach. I trusted Niall, and I think he trusted me. But, after what I had just said, what if he thought it was all a lie? What if he thought I was just being nice to him because he was living here now? So many questions I didn't know the answers too.
I made my way up the stairs, and saw that Niall was back in the guest room. I wanted to talk to him so bad and tell him I didn't mean it, but the boys were in there, and I just couldn't bring up the nerve to go in there.
After starring at the closed door, I walked to my room.
Closing the door behind me, I headed straight for my dresser, taking out a pair of short pajama shorts and a tank top. Then quickly changing into them. My room was burning up and I didn't want to melt during the night, so I decided this was a good choice.
I slipped the hair tie I was wearing off my wrist, and threw my hair up in a messy bun. I pulled down the covers of my perfectly made bed, and got in, wrapping the blanket around me. I clenched the blanket in my fist, and brought it up to my chin.
Closing my eyes, I started to think about my plans for tomorrow. I had to wake up at 6, then go to the studio and practice. Then, I would get home and get ready for the dinner with the boys. I began to wonder if my dad was coming with us. Who am I kidding? Since when does my dad go anywhere with me?
I sighed, as I slowly started to drift off to sleep.
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I groaned, throwing the pillow over my head, trying to block out the annoying noise of my alarm clock going off.
Deciding it wasn't going to stop, I reached over and hit the top of it with my hand. I removed the pillow from my face, and got up, making my way to the bathroom down the hall.
Pulling on the shower curtain, I slid it open and turned on the shower. The hot jets of water coming down and hitting my skin, removing all of the stickiness of the sweat that had formed on my body overnight in my hot room.
I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. After making sure the hallway was clear, I walked to my room and changed into my dance clothes. A pair of black sweats with the words 'I love dance' on one of the legs, a red tank top, and a pair of white shoes.
Then I went back into the bathroom, and blow dried by hair and put it up in a high ponytail. I decided not to apply any makeup, because it would have come off by the time I left the studio anyway.
I gave one last look in the mirror, and headed out of the bathroom when I ran into Niall.
This brought back memories of the first morning they stayed here. I was making alterations to my appearance when I walked out and ran into Niall. I remember looking up into his eyes and just forgetting about everything. Like I was in a different world. All sound was gone and all I could focus on was his bright blue eyes, until he started to wave his hand in front of my face. I tried to suppress a smile as I thought of this.
"Sorry." I said, and he just continued his walk back to his room. He didn't even look at me. Like I was invisible, and it didn't even happen.
Guilt started to take over me, and I just shrugged it off.
I walked downstairs, and took my keys off the table by the front door. "I'm leaving!" I yelled, my voice echoing throughout the house.
Turning the handle to the door, I exited the house. I hopped in my car and started my 45 minute drive to the studio.
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"Right, right, right, over, slide.." Coach Anthony yelled, while me and the other dancers did the dance moves.
