(Imagine 4)
Dance Partner:
Sliding my sunglasses higher up the bridge of my nose, I entered the dance studio. Taking off my shirt, I sat in only a sports bra and spandex then began to do my warm-ups.
"(Y/N)!," Meredith Bass, a woman which I have hate with a burning passion, says in the familiar snooty tone she always speaks in. "Frank needs to see you in his office."
"The office in which both of you fuck?" I questioned, standing up, "Tell him I'll meet him anywhere but in there."
Meredith let out the longest sigh, "I'll tell him to meet you in here."
"Thank you, Mere, such a doll." A fake smile plastered on my face, Meredith flipped her hair and swiveled around walking out. I rolled my eyes and uttered, 'bitch', under my breath.
I did a few spins to the beat of the music, about to do a leap when Frank walks in, yelling a greeting making me yell and fall.
"Son of a bitch."
"That would be me, sweetheart." He smirked, taking a seat on the bench.
"What do you want? Don't you know that I have a class to teach in a few, a class in which your daughter is in." I said, emphasizing 'daughter'.
Frank sighed, "Ok; I'll make it quick."
I stared at him wide eyed, waiting for him to start. "Oh right! Um, you're going to be on DWTS." He grinned from ear to ear, I jumped up from my seat.
"To hell I am." I spat, shaking my head, "C'mon Frank - you know I'm not fit for that overrated show with bottle blondes and spray tan men."
"Ah, but you do qualify, big difference honey." He said in a duh tone.
"You start today, right after you teach my daughter how to go from first to fifth position, you and I have a date with DWTS." Frank cheered.
"I don't teach ballet, genius." I state, deadpanned. Frank sorta just stood there, "Oh." Then he regained his posture and said, "See you in half hour, (Y/N)." and left. Before he exited the door, he turned back to me, "Dress acceptable."
"Define acceptable." I smirked
"Ah, so charming," Frank said then exited.
I let out a sigh, running my hands through my hair. Maybe I can just say that I sprained my ankle or fell down the stairs OR! I had a freakish accident so I could never dance, again or until DWTS is over.
"(Y/N)!," The kids yelled from outside
"Come in, munchkins." I smiled, they all came running in, pumped for dance class.
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An old Ramones shirt and jean shorts considered, "Dressing Acceptable."? I'm going to go with a yes, grabbing my sunglasses and knit cardigan and walked towards my car.
-Harry Styles' POV-
"She'll be here," Frank said, assuring himself, turning towards the clock every second. This girl is 20 minuets late, what the hell?
Soon enough, a (Y/H/C) girl walked in with a taco and a Baja Blast. She raised an eyebrow, lowering her sunglasses looking straight at me then walking out.
"(Y/F/N)(Y/L/N)!," Frank called out, running after the girl.
"Harry Styles," She mutters, "Really?"
"Yes. Now get your pretty ass in there," Frank said through gritted teeth.
"Or i can bring my pretty ass back to taco bell," She smiled sweetly, I watched Frank give her a death glare, she finally let out a sigh and walked in.
"Your highness," She bowed, giving me a sarcastic smirk and sitting down across from me.
"You're hot," Niall bluttered out Liam giving him a hard smack.
"No, I'm (Y/N)," She winked then went back to her freeze. I just sat, staring at the girl as Frank and my manager fixed everything out.
"Perfect, practiced start tomorrow." Dora, our manager, shook hands with Frank.
"I'll make sure (Y/N) will be there on time," He gave her a small smile.
The girl let out a scoff, "Doubt it." She sang as Frank shot her daggers. Grabbing her by the arm they both exited.
"Damn," I breathed out, "Isnt she a work of art."
-Dance Studio-
Your P.O.V
The camera crew was here before me as I set my things down, taking off my sweatpants, being in a loose fitting crop top and spandex.
Harry strutted in, "Hello."
"Sup." I said, putting on the song we're dancing to. "Styles, that is an english last name isnt it?" I added, scratching my chin.
"Indeed it is," He smiled.
"Lets get your salsa on, britty." I smirked as the song, we were choosen to do, began.
"Move your hips more, Harry." I instructed, him looking stiff as a stick. Laughing as he tried copying me, Harry finally managed to get it down.
"From the top," I said as Harry was in the middle of his water break. "C'mon (Y/N)," He whined, "Lets go!"
-Opening Night-
"And dancing the salsa, Harry Styles with his beautiful partner (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)."
The song began as my heart pounded, we strutted towards the middle, Harry giving me a weird look. Soon enough we were dancing our butts off, nailing every move.
Us getting caught in the moment, Harry leaned into a kiss. We pulled apart leaving me with a tingling sensation in my mouth. Once we were down, the crowd roared with applause.
I just kissed Harry Styles
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A/N: Part 2 maybe?
Video of the dance on the side
As well as a picture
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- Joey
