~Dancing with Style(s)~

Then, I saw those familiar curls appear. He was wearing a gray t-shirt with black baggy sweat pants. It looked amazing on him. I slowed my heartbeat so that I wouldn't freak out.

"Sorry I'm late," he said smoothly, his accent shining through.

The room was filled with screams.

"Girls, calm down. I'm only going to be here for a few weeks, then Mrs. Chester comes back. So don't freak out, alright loves?"

More screams. Gosh. He looks so freaking perfect. He dropped his stuff on the ground. I stood at the back of the class and began my stretches as the girls tripped over themselves to find the spot closest to him. Wow...

After the girls cleared, I could feel someone staring at me. I stared up at him. Harry. He was staring at me. To make it seem like I wasn't interested, I rolled my eyes and began doing the dance moves Mrs. Chester taught us. He walked by each girl, fixing their forms, which most were faking it. I would've been too, but I knew these moves too well. I closed my eyes and continued. Suddenly, I felt two hands on my hips, jolting my eyes open.

"Your core is unbalanced," he whispered. I wiggled out of his grip.

"My core is just fine."

"Fine, but when you mess up, don't come crying to me."

I took in a breath.

"Wait."

I turned to him.

"Show me how my core is unbalanced."

He smirked and walked back over to me. Don't smirk at me...

"Okay, look," he said, grabbing my sides. He was standing so close to me that he spoke in a whisper, almost. His accent was much thicker. "Do that move you just did, but try the jump a little higher."

It was a 2 person dance move, but I had my part down. I did as he said, jumping a bit higher. I lost balance and fell into his arms. He held me close to him with a smile on his face.

"Now, if you were doing that move on your own, without me to catch you, what would've happened?"

His emerald eyes were locked with mine. I could feel him pulling closer to me.

"I-I would've, um, fallen. O-on my face."

"Exactly," he whispered.

I almost thought he would kiss me, but he pulled me back up and spun me.

"You're an excellent dancer. But work on that core, alright love?"

"Don't call me that."

"Sure thing."

That same smirk lightened up his face. That life ruining smirk...

I kept continuing to balance myself, and actually ended up making it almost perfect. I didn't even realize class was over until I looked at the clock. Harry was looking at the clock too.

"Alright girls, that's it for today."

A chorus of 'Aww's broke out in the studio. I huffed and went over to my bag, picking up my water bottle. My mouth was extremely dry for some reason. I nearly guzzled the whole thing down by the time all of the girls were outside. I was always the last one out. Harry walked over to me as I turned to walk outside.

"Excuse me!" he yelled to me. I stopped and spun around to him.

"Me?"

"Yes. I never caught your name."

"My name is Dana."

"Well," he said breathlessly, holding out his hand, "it was nice meeting you... Dana."

"You too."

I left the studio with the biggest smile on my face. Bri was already outside, thank goodness, so I could pass right by all those girls, especially Marcie. I couldn't let her see me smiling like an idiot. The smile had faded by the time I got into car.

"So, who was your new dance teacher?" Bri asked slyly.

"Harry Styles."

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Well, I decide to do something different with Harry this time. I love him to death!<3

Sorry if there are grammatical errors:/

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