Harry Styles Dancer Novels & Stories

Harry asked. Vida was caught off guard by the question. So, Harry was keeping tabs on her all night? "I don't really go out much." Was all she could reply. Harry smiled kindly and nodded as he drank his beer. Vida watched as his throat bobbed up and down from swallowing his drink. Heat crept up to her ears as she probably looked like a dork from staring at this man's neck. "Would you like to dance?" Harry asked politely. "Oh no, that's enough dancing for tonight." Vida said. "I'm not used to wearing high heels for long periods of time. I might head home in a wheelchair if I continue to stand up."

"Where did you get that Cinderella hairstyle? She excited asked me, lightly touching my blonde hair " My hairstylist got me covered "giving back the vibing energy she had with her, a tall young man stood beside her which she introduced to me as her cousin, Harry McCain, dressed in a black tuxedo, he smiled at me, stretching his hand for a handshake, I took him in mine, his hand seems cold and hard as his blue eyes, his eyes say something his looked doesn't say, it so unexplainable.

Now both Dr Stone and him are alone. The first thing he ordered was to undress, but at the same time, he told her to dance like the cheap women in the club. This is the first thing Holland ordered. She did not disappoint him; she immediately complied and slowly removed the wrapped cloths from her body. She started dancing like a slut; her style was like pole dancing. The guy couldn't contain his joy. Her hair immediately wiggled while she was only wearing pants and bra, as well as her high heels.

With the mellow sound of the stereo, she started dancing. She was still holding his hands while she danced. She smiled at him again and lured him to dance with her. He swayed a little just so she wouldn't be upset. They dance along with the sweet music on the stereo but the way she dances has suddenly changed. It became seductive and he felt his need.

he said with a cheerful smile, making me stare at him in awkward silence. Before I could respond, Harry’s phone rang, and he excused himself with a quick smile. "I’ll join you in a minute." I nodded, but as I sat, my gaze drifted across the dance floor, drawn to the couples swaying to the music. But one couple, in particular, caught my attention. The man dancing with the woman had a tall, athletic frame, and something about him seemed oddly familiar. His posture, the way he moved, reminded me of someone... someone I knew.

"Many women would be embarrassed by how bright it is, but Coral flaunts it." "And? What kind of dancer?" I asked, encouraging him. He sighed, obviously unprepared to talk about that, but I waited. "She dances in clubs. Mostly men go to watch, some couples." "Describe her," I said. "She's tall. Nearly my height. She's beautiful." "She doesn't wear sack dresses." He smiled. "No, she doesn't. She is from the modern world, Zara." "Does she know about us? Here?" I asked.

As Lauren walks away, Harry comes into view. Really? The day can't get any worse than this. He's wearing black, as always, but he's not dressed formally like he always is. He's wearing a blank tank top with black joggers. I see he's also here for training. His muscles are being flexed as he walks, and his aura is clouding the air. As he passes by people, they bow to him until he gets to Sandra and me. Sandra is respectful of him, so she does the needful. I don't do sh*t. He waits for me to acknowledge him, but instead, I drop down on the bed and fold my arms, pretending to be severely interested in what the youngsters are doing.

"Poor Harry. First, the accident. Now, this." Harry’s jaw tightened. "Did you see his wife? What’s her name… Ivy? She looks so awkward." "Well, duh. That’s not love. That’s damage control." The women laughed softly, sipping their drinks as if they hadn’t just ripped him apart in three sentences. Harry exhaled slowly, forcing himself to stare ahead. The dance continued, Sasha’s dress flowing as she spun effortlessly in Adrian’s arms. He pulled her close, murmuring something into her ear that made her smile.

“Dance?” “Yes,” I say, gaining confidence. “I’m a dancer. It’s something I’m very good at.” Very, very good at, actually. But it’s not good to blow one’s own trumpet. Better to take him by surprise. He nods, considering. “Interesting. What kind of dance?” “One that helps people relieve stress,” I say, meeting his gaze. “I dress in very skimpy clothes and dance for exclusive audiences.” “Like a stripper?” “Not exactly. It may seem that way, but it’s another category of dancing,” I explain.

I think he deserves a second chance. He's making an effort... Pepper can't stop gushing about Harry Styles and how sizzling hot he is. She even cried when Harry was on stage and held her hand as he was singing. She said that they shared a connection. I laughed my heart out only for her to reveal that Harry just waved at all the fans but it felt that he was doing that just for her. He didn't touch her hand.