Don't Leave Me Out Here Dancing Alone Novels & Stories

I dare not imagine what mine must look like. The band struck up and he turned me back to face the ball. "This is the dance of connection, its the proudest tradition White Forest have...goodbye." With one last twirl of my hair through his fingers he left, leaving me in the dusty dark room alone with the sound of music and my heartbeat pulsing through my body.

We drove silently to the club, I ordered my guys to wait outside, we were going in alone. Catalina gasped as she entered. “Why is this place empty?” She turned to me. “Don't tell me you rented the whole place.” “It's my club, I don't have to rent it out.” “So you ordered everyone to leave?” I simply shrugged. “That's just….bad.” “Are you sure? Because I can see you blushing.” “I'm not blushing! How are we supposed to have fun when it's just the two of us?” “We can totally have fun by ourselves. The music is playing, you dance and I watch you. That's fun.”

"I’m not trying to overstep, but… I think you’ve been carrying everything on your own for way too long." I raised an eyebrow. "You know I like being alone. It’s like social cardio. Builds stamina and keeps the drama at bay." He chuckled. "Then maybe tonight you can practice being a little less alone. I mean… you did promise my mom one dance." I squinted at him. "So this is a dance trap?" "Call it a full-blown intervention—with music and mojitos." I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. One dance. But if you step on my foot, I will sue you for negligence."

Took my glass and drink off it, I understood they both needed some privacy and I wasn't going to get in the way of their love affair. “I will leave you two alone and head for the dance floor, make sure you fix whatever is going on between you both." I drank the remaining whiskey and left the ice inside the glass and stood up from the seat as I made it to the center of the club where the dancing was hitting it off. I have never been to a club on my own before, usual I have people that accompanied me but this time, I was fucking alone and it sucked. Not wanting to stand like a dead wood, I decided to go with the flow and enjoy the rhythmic of the music. I looked up to the bar stand and I saw b

I hope not, I want to get away from here besides there is only one person I would want as my mate … or all four of them that I want as mates but … I can’t. ‘Yeah maybe,’ we walked and talked, giggling away. The band came out and started to play and I pulled Megan with me to the dance floor. I felt restless and I wanted to shake it off. The night air started to cool as we danced to desire by Calvin Harris. I got lost to the beat feeling freer. It was just me and the music. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I turned looking out amongst the crowd but I couldn’t see anyone looking at me.

He brought me to this place, and if he won't dance with me, then I'll dance alone. He doesn't make any movement to get up, and I can't make him move even when I pull his arm. So, I leave it there and head straight to the dance floor. Looks like he'll have to be a spectator. The song playing is upbeat, so I swing my hips to the beat. I close my eyes to let the music envelop me and move to the beat of the rhythm.

I see him head up the stairs to the VIP section of the club. "No, need for apologies, Alex. I'm fine. Let's dance." I start towards the dance floor, not waiting for Alexandra, or even any of my friends, to catch up with me. I stand on the dance floor alone in the crowd of unknown people for a second. I take a long breath through my nose and exhale it through my mouth. Standing there long enough to let the stiffness trickle out of my body through my fingertips. I let myself hear the beat of the song and start dancing slowly. Soon enough, I'm surrounded by the Hurricanes.

I don’t need anyone. Just this moment. Just this fire. Just me. And I dance. Alone. Fierce. Unapologetic.

Hope today is a good day. At 8 am, the sound of the loudspeaker sounded a very familiar but strange song. Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. It's so cold, it's so cold Why did you leave me alone? Feeling cold and numb, fear covered me again. Could that ghost follow her up to the company? Amanda looked around, everyone was almost full and it seemed like there wasn't anybody who could hear the song. They are still working normally. Amanda stood up, trying to find out where the music was coming from.

Those words just became too challenging for me to continue to hold on and the tears just rolled down. As promised he didn't say a word and I just cried but didn't make a sound covering my mouth. I know I have to stand up right now and leave this room when I felt my eyes closing on their own, but somehow I didn't want to leave and stay alone right now. Is it fine to depend on someone like this during the time when you feel less guarded about everything?