I Just Wanna Dance With You

Running Through My Mind

"5, 6, 7, 8!"

Louis loved his job but it was fucking Monday and yelling "5,6,7,8" over and over again was getting annoying. Louis watched the dancers and cleaned the moves. This was what his whole day was like. Louis looked at the list of people that were supposed to be there. Apparently, a Mr. Harry Styles was late. There's always one. Louis rolled his eyes as someone ran in.

"I'm guessing you're Harry Styles?" Louis asked with a pointed look. This man was the first person to sign up and he was late.

"Yeah, that's me. I'm so sorry I'm late." Harry threw his bags down and gave Louis an apologetic look. He was so earnest. Louis couldn't be mad.

"It's okay. You can introduce yourself and we'll get started." Harry thanked Louis and went to introduce himself. Just because Louis couldn't be mad doesn't mean Louis wasn't going to make this extremely hard for late boy. Harry was pretty tall. Hopefully, he wasn't one of those half-assed dancers.

"Okay, everyone, let's get to work."

...

Louis let out a sigh while packing up his stuff. The new dancers today had potential but Louis wasn't sure if he should tell them about the competition. He'd look at their dancing longer first, and then decide what to do.

"Um, excuse me?"

Louis turned around and was met with the same green eyes from earlier.

"I just want to apologize for being so late. "

He apologized? No one ever apologizes. It's more of "you're the teacher, just teach me" behavior.

"It's okay, Harry. Don't be late again though."

Harry nodded, gathered his stuff and left. Louis chuckled; Harry was making this too easy. Louis dialed his favorite number and hoped he answered because Louis didn't feel like taking public transport today.

"Louis?"

"Hey, Zayn, could you come pick me up from the studio?"

"Next time, bring the car. You know I don't work. You're my personal sugar daddy."

Louis rolled his eyes. "Just come pick me up, Zayn."

"I'm already in the car. I'll be there soon. Bye"

Louis laughed. Zayn was his best friend and was always there for him. They'd been best friends since secondary school and Louis didn't know where he'd be without him. As Louis sat down in the studio waiting for the car to pull up, he found green eyes going through his mind. Harry. Late, annoying Harry.

...

"Louis!! I've been calling you for two minutes. Get in the damn car!"

Louis got in the car.

"So, how are things with your new dancers? I know you said today you had new sign-ups."

Louis looked over at Zayn. "They were pretty good. The first guy to sign-up was so fucking late today."

Zayn turned up the air in the car. "Was he, at least, any good?"

Louis nodded. "Yeah. He's tall. Uses his height and did well today. He was late though. And I'm very petty."

Zayn laughed. "Yeah, we all know, Louis."

Zayn parked the car in front of the house and they went inside.

Louis got ready for bed and found himself drifting off with curly hair and green eyes still floating through his mind.