Harry Styles Dancer Novels & Stories

, Harry rolled his eyes and took a sip of his champagne. “Daddy”, Jake corrected, pulling Harry closer, “why don’t you call me daddy? I’m older than you”. Harry shrugged and whispered something that made Jake smirk. Eric had no idea what he was witnessing. When he looked away to avoid the so-affectionate action going on between Harry and Jacob, he saw even worse scenarios on the dancefloor. Men around their twenties were dancing together, some rubbing the others’ ass while the rest were kissing. Eric gulped and looked down.

I muttered. “That’s not an issue. I’m here. We’ll go shopping today.” “No, Harry. You’re busy. I can just pick something.” “No. That’s not acceptable. They’re meeting the Trinity Real Estate CEO for the first time. You have to stand out. Let’s inform the housekeeper—she can look after the kids while we’re out.” “Fine,” I said, hiding a laugh. “So, you’re my stylist for today?” A few hours later, we were walking through rows of boutiques. Some were familiar, others not. Harry’s hands sifted through racks, placing dresses in front of me, his fingers brushing the silky fabrics.

"This classical dance is professional. Renee’s dance moves are so precise and beautiful. That's amazing!" "She is my senior schoolmate from high school. Back then, I competed with her in a middle school classical dance competition, where she emerged as a gold medalist at the national level. I've always been curious about why she transitioned to becoming a stylist. There's a mystery surrounding her absence from the classical dance world. I'm shedding tears." "She is incredibly beautiful. Truly exceptional! I wish to be close to her." "I have some exclusive information. The stylist's name is Renee Hudson. Repeat! Renee Hudson." "Some adorable guy arranged a fireworks show for her birthday. Ahh

Even though it was late into the night, they didn't seem tired at all as their bodies swayed to the music, lost in a haze of abandon. "Wait. That girl…" Liam mused to himself. His instincts were on alert as he straightened up to confirm. Sure enough, in a dimly lit corner of the dance floor, Harriet was subtly moving her body alongside a good-looking guy, likely also someone from the entertainment industry. Deep down, Harriet knew she was too shy to match the bold, uninhibited energy of those at the center of the dance floor. She could only watch the guy shyly, awkwardly mimicking his movements to the music.

she laughed, "The only dance I ever tried to imitate was Harry Styles' dances on stage ... which was just random movement." He laughed softly, "That's alright, that's dancing too ... basically, dancing is just losing yourself to the music, come on let's try it." He didn't wait for her response, he walked over to the corner of the room to put on some music. Switched the light on, the room was similar to the dance studio they went to on Saturday, just a lot smaller. He was searching for something in his stereo, "Okay ... I only have BTS songs on my playlist, I hope you don't mind ... do you want to put some Harry Styles from your phone? or One Direction? We can dance to One Direction."

Dancing with Victor was so much fun. Diana and Adam enjoyed it too. They quietly whispered to each other as we moved across the dance floor. My next dance was with Harry. He danced as well as his son, and he had a wonderful sense of humor like his wife. After the dance was over, Harry went to speak to some of the other men while I looked for Victor. But before I could leave the dance floor, someone grabbed my arm, and there was a familiar, smug face closed in on mine.

I admire him, everything about him is my ideal type of men. Well, I think he’s every girls dream. I heard some company are convincing him to join them but he always decline them because he wants to become a dancer not an actor. He’ll be great whatever he does any way. “I can’t wait.” Faye laugh as I giggled. We’re getting ready for our P.E class and Harry’s class is merge to ours, and that only means that I’ll be seeing him! And he’s so good at every sport he plays. It captivates my heart every time I see him play, and of course I’m not the only one who feels that way.

The wardrobe door opened and Harley came in wearing a kind of ripped white tank top with pink tartan skirt, with dangly pink earrings, a few flower hair clips and lipgloss, she looked ready for the party with strap white sandals. "Ready to go?". She asked. I nodded. "Sure". "Wait, let me style your hair". She had me sit and then she styled my hair amazingly making me look unrecognizable in the mirror. She had put a little make-up on my face too. After a while, we were done and we went downstairs. I walked carefully on my stilettos so I won't fall down on the marble tiled stairs. "And Voilà". She said dramatically as we got down.

After spending the whole day with Zander, going from place to place, getting her hair done, nails done, and finding the perfect outfit, Claudia was finally ready for her date with Sean. She was wearing a cold shoulder black dress that hugged her curves and stopped about an inch from her knees. Her hair was straightened and left to flow down her back like a copper waterfall and her nails were painted crimson and sharpened as well as pointed to look like claws. As Claudia walked into the Dragon's Den, All the men stopped and stared but her eyes were only focused on Sean who couldn't take his eyes off her even when the waitress was obviously trying to get his attention.

He hoped so but a part of him knew something was wrong. When they were done eating, they left the dining area and went to the living room where Maya presented the tickets. "What is this Maya?" Sarah asked. "Tickets to our production of The Swan Lake." "Oh wow, I've never been to a ballet production." Wanda said with excitement. "When is it?" "This weekend." "Still an apprentice?" Elliot asked mocking his little sister. He knew she was no longer an apprentice. Maya frowned and folded her arms. "I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot."