Receiving Her (h.s. au)

XI

"Mm, do that again," Harry smirks, my hands shoving his chest immediately after. Teaching him how to dance has proved to be a challenge because he's taking every opportunity to hold me or steal a kiss. All I did was grab his hips to align them with mine and he's making provocative comments. But it's Harry, and I don't mind them from him.

A chuckle is received from his pink lips, my hands grabbing his once again. I set one on my waist and the other stays in mine, his hand completely encasing mine.

"Left foot forward," I tell him, his movements following mine. His hand moves over my waist to the small of my back, pulling me closer.

He has the basics down and moves fluidly. I give him points considering he's a football player, whose light on his feet half the time. The wide receiver in him has to move quickly and sharply on the field.

"Will you come to my game tonight?" he asks, moving his head down to my cheek. His lips touch the skin and I smile, closing my eyes.

"Sure," I smile, his lips noticeably curving against my cheek. He kisses my skin one last time before lifting his head, his hands letting go of me. But my waist is grabbed and he leans down, kissing my forehead.

"I want to do that move," he says, my eyes flickering to meet his gaze in curiosity.

"What one?" I ask, his hands letting go of me.

"That one in the movie...where the guy lifts the girl over his head," he says, my heart racing. The boy has seen Dirty Dancing. Now I get why he's trying to move in such a way.

An amused laugh leaves my lips and he smiles, moving backwards to further the distance from me.

"I won't drop you. You're as light as a feather," he tries, but I'm still hesitant to be lifted above his head with a doubt I'll be dropped.

"You promise?" I ask, his lips curving even more at me.

"I promise. Come to me, baby," he grins, my lips releasing a deep breath.

My feet start to run and I close my eyes right as I feel his hands on my waist, my body lifted up. I open my eyes and laugh, Harry smiling up at me.

"Yes!" he cheers, his hands moving me into his arms after.

He kisses my cheek in happiness and I laugh, his arms wrapped so tightly around me that my feet don't touch the ground.

"My favorite sound... your laugh," he grins, my arms wrapping around his neck tighter. I press my lips to his in a gentle kiss and he smiles after I pull away.

"I like you," I smile, his chuckle cute. He kisses my cheek and sets me down, keeping me in his arms.

"I like you too," he grins, my lips kissed from his.

He takes my hand and we leave the dance room, his fingers lacing through mine. We get to his truck and he lifts me into the passengers' side door, my body getting situated while he gets in the other side. He drives to my apartment and we sit in the car for a minute while my eyes scan the lot for Leah's car.

"I don't think she's here," I tell him, his head nodding. He kills the engine and we get out, my body pulled into Harry's after he helps me out.

"Do you want to stay at my place again tonight?" he asks, my head shaking. His roommates scare me to no end; they're the type of boys I'd avoid on a regular basis: loud and sex-crazed.

"Come on, Rookie. I'll protect you from their shit. I know you don't like being around them and you won't be. Just the two of us," he whispers, kissing my cheek.