One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

Feel The Beat - Zayn

Y/N's POV

The dance studio was packed with regular students, most of them being girls because of the dance instructor.

You see, this wasn't just some dance class that I took. This class wasn't to teach ballet or contemporary dance. This was strictly hip hop dancing.

It was intense, most of the people that come here on a regular basis always leave here dripping in sweat and a huge smile on their faces. Each day was learning something new, and the dance instructor was always proud of me when I learn the dance moves just like that. You could say I was his favorite student.

I just finished my stretches when the dance instructor came in, wearing his usual snapback and black tee shirt. His jeans were a bit loose, as always to prevent him from ripping them.

"Alright class," he says, voice booming across the dance room. He walks further into the room, letting the door shut by it's own. The sound of his kicks make heavy thuds as he walks towards the front of the class, facing us. Everyone settles down, hearing a few girls behind me whisper to each other about how hot he was.

"I see a bunch of new faces here, but I can't help notice a few of my regulars." He grins. "Anyway, I'm Zayn. And you will call me by Zayn only yeah?"

I can't help but chuckle, remembering the time where I called him Mr. Malik and he threw a huge fit. The whole class after that called him by his last name until it got old.

"So anyone want to tell me what kind of dance I teach?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

I proudly raise my hand, catching his attention as he calls on me.

"Yes y/n?"

"You teach hip hop." I answer. "And not that well." I joke, causing other people to chuckle.

He fakes a hurt expression, pouting. "I teach well for your opinion. If I didn't, you wouldn't be here in my class."

I smirk at him, "true."

"So y/n here is right. I do teach hip hop. And I know, there are quite a number of females in here, as always each time we have a new class." His smile falters a little. "I will tell you now that this class isn't a free pass to get to know me. You will be sweating, in need of a break every five minutes. This class is hard, and if you're not here to dance, I suggest you leave now."

It's silent, until I hear shoes thudding against the wood floor. I turn my head to see the girls leaving the room, backs slouching as the last one leaves. When I look at the mirror in front of me, I see mainly males in the class now, with a few females here still.

"Ahh now that's more like it." Zayn chuckles. "So how's everyone?"

Everyone murmurs a fine, and bored, making Zayn laugh before striding over to his speakers, grabbing his phone. "Good, good."

"Are we learning a new dance?" One asks from the back of the room.

"Yes, actually we are." He says as he begins playing a song.

I instantly know it, humming along as he continues to play it.

"So I'm going to need you all to pair up though this is not a boy and girl dance. Since there's more people than usual, I need my regulars to pair up with someone new."

I turn around and find everyone with a partner already, causing me to groan inwardly. The pairs find their own space to dance, leaving me alone with a curly haired boy. We lock eyes as he walks up to me shyly, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

I can't help but giggle softly at him. Though he has a couple inches ahead of me, he was afraid of someone that was smaller than him.

"C'mon mate, I don't bite." I smirk, extending my arm out. "I'm y/n."