Harry Styles Dancer Novels & Stories

“Tambre and Tenley will steal you away from me, but I promise to dance with you at least once tonight. We will eat soon, though, once more guests arrive.” Harper looks stunned and her face turns crimson. “I don’t know how to dance, Layken.” “Well, fortunately for both of us, I am skilled in dancing. I’ve been to so many of these galas and my mom made us all take lessons growing up. Don’t worry, it doesn’t need to be perfect. I would be happy with us holding each other and swaying back and forth. It doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you.”

"It's okay, it's okay. He didn't get into trouble." When Harry entered the house, Stacy had already got up and put on his clothes. She stood in the bathroom and tied her hair in front of the mirror. Her hair was a little messy and damp. She pushed the back of her head and tied a ponytail. When she saw Harry coming in, she asked, "Did Yedda catch it?" Harry came over and hugged her from behind. "I couldn't have escaped." Even if Thera didn't grasp it, he would catch it himself.

The crowd only gets louder. And when I turn around, I see a satisfied grin on Roman’s face. He likes my performance. I’ve made him some good money tonight. Smiling wide and plastic, I wave at my audience of shit-eating admirers and think to myself—if only they knew how badly I want to set them all on fire. But they don’t. And I never will. So I keep dancing. I’ve been trained for this. Trained to make them want, make them beg, make them need. And I’m damn good at it.

When the music stops and I stand still with my fists balled and up by my face. “You want a partner?” Harry says as he walks towards the ring and climbs up. I drop my arms and look at him. He is in shorts and is topless. He is a fucking sight, to be sure. A damn thirst trap. He enters the ring and walks to me. For such a big muscular guy, he walks with grace. “You don’t need to tell me what Jared told you. All I want to do is make sure you are ok. So, do you want a partner?” He says and I nod my head and he winks at me as he grabs the pads and holds them out.

I whispered, “It’s not over yet, I have a feeling you know” He gave me a wry look, his eyes looking deflated but then I saw it change, he’d caught a scent of something. His eyes darted round to see who was coming next and saw it was Kyra. She looked radiant in her pink dress, soft silver hair flowing around as she spun. Yes, cried Fyre, we were right as I was released into the arms of Stuart, no match. He was a serious dark-haired guy from training who was a bit of a clumsy dancer when I heard the crowd gasp, they hadn’t even cried mate they had just plunged into each other’s arms.

I asked curiously because it wasn’t making any sense. “He is a freaking famous British singer who just released an album months ago which topped the charts as soon as it was released.” She answers. “So that means he is insanely popular?” May questioned. “Hundred percent. I did my research on him to know if everything was true and god I’d be damned but everything was absolutely true. I read that Harry was discovered when he sang for that big movie called The Dancing Shoes and after that his fame just skyrocketed in an instant. He is now going to be on a world tour concert and have been doing promotions!” Claudine breathes.

I let out a laugh and it came out like a snort. “You have an adorable laugh.” He said. I rolled my eyes. “Stop lying.” Harry had always told me I sounded like a pig when I laughed. “I'm serious.” He flashed me a boyish grin. “Aren't you supposed to give me a dance or something?” I asked wondering why we were both standing. “Are you telling me how to do my job?” He raised an eyebrow and the next thing I knew he began kissing down my neck. Whoahh. I pulled away in shock.

Amara The dance is incredible. It seems as if everyone from Arcata is here. I know that most of the school is here. Carrick and Haley showed up earlier dressed to the nines. Haley was wearing a really cute black halter dress with a fringed skirt, and Carrick a charcoal suit with no tie. They both make a striking couple. Haley with her short, wavy highlights and spiked heels, and Carrick with his curly, golden blonde hair. Right now, they’re both on the dance floor dancing wildly to an old eighties song.

But I couldn’t care less. "Do you want to dance milady?" Harry asked making me look back at him, my ankle was still hurting because of someone but I couldn't tell no. I simply nodded my head and went to the dance floor with him. He placed a hand on my hip and the other on my hand and slowly swayed to the music. "You know your way around the floor, mister." I said which made him chuckle. "Sure it's how I get the ladies." "Ah and like this they fall into your charms." I said while laughing when he spun me round.

I trailed, my confidence was getting boosted even though August just blatantly insulted my dancing skills. I started doing the dougie as I remember it in my head. My arms were moving above my head and my legs were popping side to side. I do really feel like I’m horrible at this but I kept the feeling all to myself. August was just looking at me with a funny smile painted on his face. He looked like he’s about to release a hysterical burst of laughter but was just trying his very best to hold it all inside. “Here’s the Biz Markie.” I quickly transitioned from doing the dougie to doing this old school party move that I kept on seeing at every party that I’ve been at. I bounced my shoulders whi