One Direction-Imagines

#17 Harry imagine

I woke up and quietly slid off the bed, making sure not to wake up Harry. I put on comfortable clothes as I walked in the dance room. The room was silent and cold, with mirrors covering every inch of the walls. I put on some calming music, starting off with simple stretches. I quietly hummed to the soft tunes, my tense muscles feeling very relaxed. The door opened behind me and I saw a tired Harry looking at me through the mirror. I smiled before turning around and walking towards him. I greeted him with a small kiss on the cheek as he rubbed his tired eyes. “Hey! What’re you doing here? It’s early!” I said in a happy tone. He yawned before answering. “I heard you get up, and I wanted to see what you were doing” he mumbled. “Oh. I’m sorry if I woke you up! I didn’t mean to. Go back to sleep” I smiled. He shook his head before taking a seat on the floor. “I want to watch you” he grinned, keeping his eyes on me. I gave him a weird look before shaking my head and resuming my stretches. After a couple minutes of stretching and curious stares from Harry, I was finally ready to start my dance that I’ve been working on. It was a simple hip-hop dance, but it took a while to master. As the music started I saw Harry looking at me intently, making me feel kind of nervous. The first beat started and I instantly took off, completing the moves perfectly. He clapped behind me as I bowed, panting and sweating. “Teach me how to do that!” he exclaimed. I looked at him hesitantly. “Um..are you sure Harry? I can teach you something a lot easier..this piece might be a bit difficult for you since it’s your first time..”. He frowned as he shook his head. “No, no. I want to learn THAT dance. I liked it. Please?? I can do it!!” he pleaded. I sighed and gave up, nodding. “Let’s stretch first so you don’t pull a muscle” I suggested. He shook his head, refusing. “Harry, you have to. You might hurt yourself” I scolded. He huffed before bending down with his knees bent and touching his toes. “Okay done” he said with a proud smile. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Fine. Don’t say I warned you!” I laughed. Hours past as I showed him the steps and he imitated them poorly. I asked him many times if he wanted to change to an easier dance, but he was determined to learn this specific one. We were both sweating horribly by the middle of the dance. He gulped as I showed him a hard move that involved a far stretch. He instantly replaced his nervous look with a determined one. As I watched him do the move, I thought he was doing fantastic, until the stretch part. He instantly fell to the floor and clutched his leg, squeezing his eyes. “Babe!! I think I pulled a muscle” he hissed. I rose an eyebrow at him. He rolled his eyes as he remembered when I warned him. “What did I tell you?” I scolded. He huffed and crossed his arms. “I don’t wanna do this anymore. Lets try an easier dance” he smiled, picking himself up and standing weakly. My eye twitched as I refrained myself from hitting him. Oh Harry. What am I supposed to do with him?