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

yells Nat over the loud music as we nod our heads in agreement and she leaves to go, god, knows where. "I guess it is you and me now, "I tell Roly only to find that she too has left to join people on the dance floor and I am left all alone to make it through the night. I make my way over to the beverage table in need of a drink to calm my senses knowing how nothing good ever comes out of partying.

"If they don't love you at your worst, don't let them love you at your best." Shaking away my thoughts, I walked through the crowd and got a drink, gulping it down and ordering another. Daniel was currently flirting with a girl in the corner of the room, and I smiled. An hour later, I found myself in the middle of the dance floor, dancing alone. The music went from loud and hyped to soft and gentle. It was a couple's dance, and I sighed, wondering if I should just leave. My phone vibrated in my purse, and I pulled it out, opening it. Unknown:

“If you aren’t dancing then neither am I.” “It’s your party! You can’t sit here with me. Go find your guys and have fun!” I insist but she won’t budge. “They’ll be fine without me for a bit. I’m not letting my bestie drink alone!” By the time her mates come to collect her, we've downed so many shots I’m officially blitzed. I remember I’d been sulking but have completely forgotten why. I’m already heading toward the dance floor, ready to enjoy my chemically-induced lack of restraint, when a large arm catches around my waist.

I walked to the side of the hall and waited there, while everyone started showing off their moves on the famous 70s song, Hot Stuff by Donna Summer. I enjoyed watching everyone dancing in the 70s style. Some were dancing willingly while some were dancing so that they are not forced to serve to their partner. Whereas, I felt lucky to get Dylan as my partner who understood my situation so well and didn’t mind me not dancing with him. I swung my body slowly from left to right in accordance with the song. While dancing, I looked here and there for Dylan but I couldn’t find him anywhere. “Where is Dylan?” I whispered to myself. “If anyone finds me here alone and not dancing, then I am gone…” I sa

I said then stood up and walked to the dance floor while the floor was in front of me and leaving me. Do I even leave the floor? It hurts hah! "You know what. You're really drunk. Come on girl let's go home" ferti barked then I glared at her and breastfed her. "Just tell me if you want to leave. Just tell me so I'm ready for you to leave, unlike them who left me without telling me. I'm not begging you to stay anyway" I said then ferti's hand was removed from mine. then I went to the dance floor while the ene of those on the dance floor increased even more

"We need more drinks. I'll go grab more for us! I bet it's free!" I nod. Monique begins to leave me and I couldn't see her anymore as she disperse so quickly with the massive people who were dancing. Only then I realize that I was left here all alone. "Shit." I groan. The music begins to shift to Womanizer by Britney Spears, one of my favorite songs coming from her. I began to dance along with the music even though I was by myself. I began to move my hips and grind while closing my eyes feeling the beat of the music creeping into my veins as if it was a drug that's been injected into me.

Dancing with a stranger by Sam Smith was playing in the background as I explored her body dangerously. Her scent was intoxicating and I couldn't get enough of this woman. Hmm, mhm [Verse 1: Sam Smith] I don't wanna be alone tonight ('Lone tonight) It's pretty clear that I'm not over you (Over you, over you) I'm still thinking 'bout the things you do (Things you do) So I don't want to be alone tonight, alone tonight, alone tonight Can you light the fire? (Light the fire, light the fire)

The photo was of a hospital bed, and the caption read, "Came back all alone for treatment. How sad." The guests began to whisper about the groom suddenly running away from his own wedding when my brother, Alvin Chilton, stepped forward. "Joy, you've always been strong, so I know you can handle this alone. Gwen needs me more than you right now." With that, he was out the door as well. Both of them had deserted me for the same woman. I tried calling Theodore's phone, but it remained unreachable. Soon, I noticed that Gwen had updated her social media account again.

I didn't own anything to anyone, and neither did they. Ditching the safety of the comfortable booth, along with mine and Connor's leather jackets, I stumble my tipsy self through the crowd. The center of the dance floor is booming with good vibes, luring me to dance. I sway my hips to the beat, arms in the air, feeling the emotion mixed with the alcohol. Every third hip transaction, I sway lower, making men around the room stop to watch; the red fabric hugging my curves made my movement more alluring. I am a single woman, ready to enjoy what the night has to offer. Let Connor’s accusation be true.

"Back at ya. So, are you coming with?" "I'd like to sit here alone for a little while." "Okay, happy birthday once again. I'll call you before I leave tomorrow." Ezra said and parted with a kiss on my cheek, the way he usually did. I settled down in the barstool, thinking what had gone wrong with my life. The song Animal by Maroon 5 began playing, and there was a collective hoot from the dancers. I ordered a Sangria and just watched people, trying to keep my thoughts happy despite feeling a little lonely. I saw a couple literally dry humping close to the stage and I groaned.