Harry Styles Dancer Novels & Stories

Harry kissed her long and hard before leading her to the dance floor. * Stephanie swore under her breath,wishing she and Diego had dressed up more than this. It's so obvious Harry and the wretched nanny win the best dressed couple and to think that the media would carry it tomorrow gave her headache. She can't just believe this! The nanny's wear looked so unique and she was so sure it wasn't from Mitchell's store. Mitchell would have showed it to her first before selling it out if it were to be from her store. Where the hell is Mitchell anyway?.

I nearly choked. “Evelyn?” Scott called, shaking me away from staring at the gorgeous girl in front of me. I snap my head towards Scott. “What?” I snapped, hoping he would hurry with whatever he had to say so I could turn my attention back to the dancer on stage. “Woah what’s with you?” he asked, shocked. “You were totally eye-fucking Pearl.” “Is that the name of the dancer on stage?” I ask turning my attention back to the dancer on stage.

Raiden. We entered the store when the girl Raiden bribed for a date glared at me. Excuse me?! Excuse you! What did I do?! "She's got one hell of a competition, oopsies!" Ione whispered. This girl! "Shut up Ione!" I rolled my eyes for the nth time. "Guys, what's your avatar name?" Ione asked them. "Harry Styles." Harry said nonchalantly. "HAHHAHAA Really? The Harry Styles? What originality!" I bursted into laughter because of how creative he is, jeez! "You, Arthur?"

I smiled and grabbed the bottle he offered. "How have you been? Miss me? Or forgot about me." He joked. "I can never forget you, Mr Harry." I said, giggling as he nudged my shoulder. Harrison Bean was the best manager I had ever had ever since I began my model career and although he was Stern and very strict..and when I mean very strict, he was the type to tell me 'Cut that shit off, Miss Stiles. You're supposed to be training your light foot dance and not play games.'

"What's your style?" "Style?" Amber asked, feeling nervous as she stared at all the dancers she used to watch on television. They all looked so beautiful and handsome in person. Larissa smiled. "Your type of dance? What type of dance do you do? Hip Hop, Kpop, Rock... which one?" she asked. Amber was confused. "Uh... I think you're clearly mistaken. I'm not a dancer. I'm a journa-"

Harry gets our suitcases and we change into something party appropriate after eating some dorritos from his kitchen pantry because we had time and both of us were starving . I message justin the address of the oarty and invite him and his boyfriend too . I am so excited and happy to meet him after so long . I change into black knee-length bodycon dress which has slits on the sides right above my hips. I put on some makeup and high heels . Harry is sporting a black button down along with back pants and black loafers . He is looking extremely dashing. We both make our way to the club shawn booked and it's so full with people even though he cut some people from the invites.

He then held my waist firmly and turned me around to face him. I was met with a pair of stunning blue eyes, dark and dilated, drilling into me. For a split second, I forgot how to breathe. Like he knew the effect he's got on me, he wore a flirty lopsided smile that made my stomach flip flop. Few minutes later we were all done with dancing, breathing softly and back to quietly sipping alcohol. Harry was doing more of chugging down the liquids than sipping them and he looks so sexy doing that with his hair looking shiny, dark and moist, some strands falling carelessly down the side of his handsome face.

Harry was a demanding, creative lover, teaching her body new ways to respond, to crave. He introduced toys, a silk scarf he used to blindfold her, and the cool metal of the barre against her skin as he took her from behind. He’d make her dance for him, a slow, sensual tease, before pulling her down and using her mouth with a possessiveness that left her throat sore and her soul scorched. One evening, he brought in a recording of a harsh, industrial beat. “Modern dance,” he said, his eyes glinting. “Interpretation of power and submission.”

He walked to me and kissed my cheeks. I blushed and giggled. “Why aren’t you dressed?” I asked. Harry scoffed and looked away. “I don’t want to”, he answered nonchalantly. I knew it was because of his meaningless fight with Gerald. I frowned and walked away from him. “Fine! I will get dressed. But just because I don’t want anyone to dance with my woman”. He came behind me and kissed my exposed shoulder. It tickled me and I laughed softly. Harry spanked my butt softly and it turned me on.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.