My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

Dance with me?

Dance with me?

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Jasmine's P.O.V.

I plonked myself down on the bed, as Harry put my suitcase on the floor of his walk-in wardrobe. He was about to open my case, when I asked "So, you've decided I'm staying in here?"

"Don't you want to?" he asked, with worry in his tone of voice. He obviously didn't realise I was joking, so I decided to keep it up.

"I kind of wanted to stay with Louis..." I told him, walking through to the wardrobe. His face fell even further. "I'm only joking, stupid."

I giggled at him until he suddenly picked me up, carried me back to the bedroom and threw me down on the bed. It gave me a bit of a rush. He hovered over me.

"What are you do- argh, NO!" I squealed, as he began tickling me.

"Revenge!" he shouted.

"For what?!" I whined between gasps for air. He stopped tickling me.

"For bullying me." he told me, then swiftly resumed tickling me.

"SOMEBODY HELP!" I yelled.

"These walls are soundproofed." He told me, grinning evilly.

"Stop! Please! I'll do anything!" I screeched.

"Anything?" he asked, retreating slightly.

"Within reason." I said dubiously. He stood up and held out his hand.

"Dance with me?" he asked.

"What? There isn't any music on?" I told him.

"I can sing." He replied.

"Then, I don't know how to dance." I lied, trying to get out of it.

"Liar." He said, taking my hand and pulling me off the bed. He placed my hand on his shoulder and slid one hand around my waist. We began to slowly dance around the room and Harry sang 'Lego House' by Ed Sheeran.

"Can we pick up the pieces and build a Lego house? If things go wrong, we can knock it down." He sang. When he reached the chorus, I began to harmonise with him.

"I'm out of luck, I'm out of love. I'll lift you up when you're getting down. And out of all these things I've done, I think I'll love you better now." We sang.

"You're a great singer Jaz." He told me. How come you've never mentioned it before?" he asked. The main reason being that I've only officially known him for four hours...

"I..." I began, about to deny it. "Thanks." I looked up into his eyes – big mistake. I lost focus, stumbled and fell. But I never hit the floor. Harry caught me in a 'dip' – the kind that would end a dance routine in a dramatic fashion. He started to lower his face, to kiss me.

Suddenly, somebody burst through the door, which in turn, caused Harry to drop me, out of shock. I fell on to the floor with a thud. "Oof." I grunted, as my bum met the floor.

"Jasmine!" he exclaimed. "Sorry, I got a fright! Are you alright?" he asked me, helping me up off the floor. I slowly stood up, rubbing my bruised bottom.

"What is it?" he snapped at the figure at the door. He had clearly gone into a bad mood, since our moment was ruined. I looked over to the doorway, to see Kade leaning against the frame, smirking.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked, knowing fine well he had. I'll give that boy 3 seconds to run.

"Not anymore..." Harry grumbled, as he walked me over to the bed and we sat down. Kade gave a victorious grin.