Harry styles Imagines (Book 1)

Romantic Choreography

Harry’s POV

I grinned at (Y/N) as I twirled her in a circle. We had been practicing this dance for the last week, and I was positive that we were going to kill it tomorrow. At first, when she suggested Hip Hop, I was skeptical. Honestly, I was more of a put anything together type of guy, but after that first practice…. Well, I knew that we were going to kick some ass. 

Pulling her closer, I watched as she laughed. She pulled away from me, changing the music to a more upbeat song. She began dancing, and I followed her lead, matching her steps perfectly. *GIF*

“You’re pretty good,” I murmured, brushing an extra strand of hair away from her face. She smiled up at me, her eyes lighting up with amusement. “Of course, you aren’t as good as me.”

“Stop playing,” she said defensively. She shoved me playfully, a smile still resting on her lips.

“I mean… I guess you dance pretty well,” I said.

“I dance amazingly,” she exclaimed. She stepped closer to me, her face inches from mine. I looked down at her lips before cradling her face in my hands.

“You look amazingly good,” I muttered.

She blushed, her eyes ghosting down to my lips. Before I could doubt myself, I pressed my lips against hers. She moved forward, deepening the kiss. My tongue ghosted across her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She parted her lips, allowing my tongue to delve deeper.

I pulled away, a small smirk forming on my lips. “We should go on a date sometime.”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’d like that a lot.”