Harry Styles Imagines

Imagine

Harry was waiting for you to get out of the shower, so he could take you to dance class. Once you came out of the bathroom you were in a black half top with some pink spandex on "You're gonna get sick wearing that and its cold." Harry said while turning the volume down on the T.V. "I'm gonna put a shirt and some baggy leggings on." you said while brushing your hair "Come here, let me brush your hair." Harry said while waving his hand for you to go to him. You walked to where Harry was sitting and handed him the brush along with a comb "Just don't hurt me please, you know I'm tender headed. And put it in a ponytail because my hair can't be lose at dance." you said while sitting in between Harry's legs "I promise I won't hurt you." Harry said while gentley brushing your hair. Once Harry was finished he took you to dance and this time your teacher had let him stay inside the room "Okay Y/N, why don't we go over your Hip Hop routine for the Street Dance?" your dance teacher asked, you nodded your head and the assistant was going to put in the song 'Go Hard or Go Home' by Wiz Kalifa and you got into position. The teacher counted you off and the music was playing and you started to dance, in the corner of your eye you saw Harry and he was enjoying the performance but you had focus because this may be your last dance if you lose. "Good. Stop the music please." your teacher said while killing the music "I think your ready, just make sure you stretch your muscles every now and then. Don't forget that I will not be here on till the competition, so you will have another dance instructor coming that will help you. Harry I think it's best if you don't come into the room while I am out, the teacher is very tough and he will make you better and fearless. But Harry I will have a TV set up in their so you could keep an eye on what she is doing. Now Y/N your costume is being handmade and I will get it when I leave to Compton and I am sure you'll love it." the teacher said while walking around the room. You've always been worried when the teacher is gone, sometimes she doesn't even tell you she is gonna be out and this time it felt weird that she told you. Every now and then a dance choreography teacher would come and help clean up the routine and add some death drops and tumbling, the instructor is a guy and he is tough sometimes you were scared to even come to class, he always wants your in a leotard and have your hair either in a braid or a high ponytail. "Now I must leave, you may go and don't forget to practice." your teacher said while giving you a hug.
*At The Competition*
You worked so hard for this and your not giving up now. All the blood, sweat and tears have build you into the fearce competitor you are, and now you are facing the Divas of Compton because they've always called you out and they think they can take you down in a Street Dance so today you are going to prove them wrong.