Romans & histoires Harry Styles Dancer

Whirling strobe lights provide me with fractured glimpses of Copeland, who I was guiding into the gyrating crowd. When we started dancing, Copeland looked so tempting, tall, and slim, but his tight round booty was encased in fitted black jeans with rips at the knees with a white loose-fitting dress shirt. He caught my attention and others, girls, too! His outfit showcased his broad shoulders and tight waist. His deep brown hair was combed off his face making him stand out even more. Copeland had moves that excited me. The man was getting it on the dance floor as he went all out to show me the best time of my life.

He helped me down the stool and without turning to see the look on Harold's face, I allowed Joe to lead me to the dance floor where I was going to shake off some steam. I made sure we stayed in a place that could easily allow Harold to see us without needing to stretch his neck. I didn't want him stressing himself. I danced and moved to the lyrics, rhythm, and beats of Collide by Justine Skye feat Tyga. It was just the kind of song that allowed me the liberty to show off my dance skills, one that involved rocking Joe. I couldn't say if I was enjoying it but because I knew Harold was standing there, watching us, I danced as I had never danced before.

my eyes had quickly string and turned alert to his voice. “Today I will be taking the space of Professor Harry, and unlike his boring classes, I will be having things spiced up a bit. Today will be an Erotic dance class.” His hues once again finding mine….this wasn’t good. “That isn’t part of what we’re studying professor Grey.” One of the students spoke and it had the rest murmuring. “But isn’t it a type of dance? And here at Harrison University we teach you to be open to anything and be bold towards anything that comes your way.” He removed his jacket, handing it to the dance assistant. He moved, dragging out a chair, which he positioned at the middle.

As the beat picks up, I move, kicking my legs into the air, my arms by my side as I perform an Irish dance. The crowd goes mad. I spin before stamping my feet and double kicking again. I smile widely. The crowd roars as I pick up speed, keeping my feet moving fast and my arms by my side. When I spot him. Daragh O’Rourke in the crowd. His dark hair falling into his brown eyes. He is smiling, his dimple in his left cheek showing. He is nodding his head as he makes his way towards me. He isn’t wearing a suit, no; he is in stone-washed jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Jesus he has grown not only in height but width. He has muscles on top of muscles and a tapered waist. I smirk at him.

He knows for sure that if something was up, the golden boy would request more security personnel. But boy was he wrong. "Mr. Lee and I decided to enroll him to a dance class because he was having difficulties catching up with their choreographies." Mr. Healy hums. He never questioned Harry's decision, not even once. But it looks like it's time change the rules. Harry fucked up.

she said as they sat back down on the chairs. “And who’s your type of guy?” Christopher asked curiously. He raised his eyebrows, awaiting an answer. “Well, I like...” “What are you guys doing here? Come on, let’s dance!” Daisy said, pulling them both back to the dance floor. They put on soft country music. Christopher put his hand on Palmer’s waist while the other hand took hers. They swayed, not taking their eyes off each other. Palmer put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her while the music played, making them enjoy every second.

Poking with her elbow, Helen replied curiously, "It seems like you are already dreaming for someone else. Come on girl, say who is it?" "Ugh! None Helen. I will love to stay single. A happy free life," rolling her eyes, Daisy replied. They both joined with the crowd on the dance floor. Daisy's sexy figure was moving swiftly with the beat of the music. Daisy was a professional dancer so no doubt, her moves on the dance floor was very charming and seducing.

Hilary giggled. Hilary thought for a few more minutes before she spoke again to say dare. “Dance 'It Really Hurtz' while you seem to be crying. Just to feel the song Freya, hehe. Let's have peace, forgive. I can't think of any else, so since that's one of the trend now I want you to dance it!” Hilary scratched his eyebrow. While Freya, on the other hand, already gone pale from what she heard. I think she's already sweating cold.

I always wore a tie on my wrist so I used it to style up my hair in a low pony tail. I took two more puffs before I tossed the cigarette on the floor besides my leg and stomped on it. I watched as the little flames scattered before i turned to face Harry. His face was flustered from the cold. He must have a very sensitive skin. His blonde hair was brushed back and his black eyes bigger than ever. He wore a white T-shirt and fancy green knicker. His eyebrows were thick and he had long lashes with a well defined body that showed under his shirt. One could consider him as attractive

Another girl shouted, causing my friend to let out a nervous laugh before she took another shot of whatever was left on the sideboard and grimaced. " Sky, you've already had too much to drink," Harry ignored the other girl. " Really? I thought that's exactly what you wanted, Harry. From the beginning, wasn't it? Isn't that why you got another girl pregnant? Because I don't know how to have fun at parties? Guess what, I'm having a great time! " she practically shouted. " Here, Baker, I've got another one for you. How about a dance? I have some great friends to introduce you to," Audrey approached with another shot.