1D Imagines

Nia and Harry

A/N-This is an imagine for a lovely girl who messaged me yesterday and when she told me about her liking to dance, I instantly got the prom idea. I loved this one, personally. Well, here ya go this is is

Nia and Harry

Nia's POV

I took a deep breath. Tonight was my senior prom and I was going with the most amazing boyfriend ever, Harry Styles. I looked into the mirror one last time, flattened my red dress a bit, and grabbed my clutch which held my lipstick, phone, mascara, and a few bobby pins just in case. My black, wavy shoulder length hair was done up in loose waves of curls into a side ponytail going over my shoulder.

I sighed. Everything will be perfect. I just know it. I adjusted my dress one more time before stepping out of my room and over to the staircase. I heard Harry talking to my parents and my parents looked up at the staircase smiling. Harry turned around. He grinned. My heels clicked as I slowly walked down the spiral staircase. As I reached the bottom, Harry took my hand and kissed it gently, like in the cliche fairy tales.

"You look stunning." I smiled, looking at his black tux with a red rose pinned into his front pocket of the jacket.. "You don't look half bad yourself." He pulled out a bundle of red roses wrapped in a ribbon from behind his back.

"These are for you, love." I gasped. "Harry, they're beautiful! You didn't have to!" He smiled. "Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl." I blushed.

"Okay, pictures!" I sighed. She always ruins the moments. She pulled out her camera and turned it on. "Smile!"

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As soon as Harry and I got to prom, we were greeted by a group of our friends. My best friend and I stood over beside the punch bowls and as we finished laughing during our conversation, the Dj's voice boomed over the speakers.

"Alright then you party people! We're gonna be toning it down then for this next tune! So grab your partners and enjoy the moment."

She left me to go dance with her boyfriend as mine turned around to see where I was. He instantly saw me and stuck his hand out slowly. He intimately looked into my dark brown eyes as he spoke the words, "May I have this dance, my lady?"

He always continues being the 100% cliche boyfriend I've come to know and love. "Of course." I set my small hands in his as he pulled us out to the dance floor.

Moments later, the instrumental of the song made it more clear that the song was Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran.

His big frame held my petite body structure close and tightly as he sang the lyrics quietly. Our bodies swayed back and forth to the rhythm of the music, our rhythm of love.