I Just Wanna Dance With You

Him

Harry stood, heavy breathing. He was confused. Did Harry do something wrong? Louis seemed upset. Harry exhaled. Louis made Harry a better dancer. The feeling of Louis' hand on his chest was still there. Harry walked over to his stuff and put his shirt on.

...

"Okay, everyone, gather around. You all did very well today so I think that you'd love to know about the dance competition coming up. Dance studios from all over the world will be there and I think you all have the talent for it."

Harry zoned out after the first sentence. It isn't right to have such a pretty dance instructor. And that morning?! The dance with Louis? That was so much more sensual than it should have been. Harry had to keep in mind that this was his teacher basically. Harry looked at Louis, only to find Louis was already looking at him.

God, he could teach me something else

Harry laughed. What the fuck was he thinking? No, Harry already knew what he was thinking. Wanting to feel Louis' hand on him again. Wanting Louis to look at him again.

But Louis was pretty damn indifferent about Harry. In fact, he didn't really seem like he liked him at all. Harry needed to get a grip. Harry was there to dance, not to thirst. Louis dismissed them and Harry went up to Louis.

"Thank you for this morning. I never would've gotten that without you, so, yeah, thank you."

Harry watched Louis' face. Louis furrowed his brow and looked up at Harry.

"Yeah, it's no problem. It's my job, yeah?"

Harry nodded. Harry started to walk away but Harry has always let opportunities pass him and this wouldn't be one of them. Harry wrote down his number and turned around.

"By the way Louis, you might be my dance instructor but if you ever need to take a step back from dance and teach something else, call me."

Harry left the studio, smiling all the way home.

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Louis' POV

What the actual fuck was that? Harry just flirted with him?

Oh, Louis was gonna love this. Tomorrow should be fun. Louis gathered the rest of his stuff and drove home. When he got home, Zayn was stretched out on the couch.

"How was day number two?"

Louis pushed Zayn's legs off of the end of the couch and sat down.

"I have to say, it was pretty interesting. Remember late boy? His name is Harry and he gave me his number today."

Zayn looked over.

"Are you gonna text him? Shoot your shot? You need it. You're turning into a lonely old man."

Louis laughed. "Honestly, I might. He's cute. And it's even better because he knows his place."

Zayn fake gagged. "You just met the boy, you horny bastard."

Louis stole Zayn's covers and turned his face to the t.v.

"And I've got no shame"

Louis couldn't wait for tomorrow.