Interracial Imagines

I'm Into It -- Harry Styles

"Y/N... Y/N, darling, you have to wake up. I'm about to go on." Harry says, rubbing your arm. It has been a busy busy day, getting everything ready and perfect for his show. Finally, your charming little bean is going on a solo tour and you'd be damned if you didn't watch at least one show, but preparing for them is so tiring that you usually end up sleeping through the show.

Not today though, you made Harry promise to wake you before he went onstage. "Thank you, babe." You lean up and kiss him, the sound of the audience floods back to your resting area and you pull back from the kiss, "Come on, your public is waiting."

Harry laughs as he runs out onto the stage, the crowd going crazier. "Hello!" He greets, like he's at a party rather than his own show. "Thank you all for coming! So tonight, not only do I have all of your beautiful faces out there to support me, but my beautiful girlfriend is watching today too."

You roll your eyes at his extravagant gesture in your direction and blow him a kiss. The audience cheers wildly again, his words working like his own personal laugh and clap signs.

The concert is much more fun than you thought it would be. Harry constantly involves and speaks with his audience. The energy is infectious and you can't help but let loose in the shadows.

You hear the band start the music for Kiwi, and Harry's next words make you stop mid sway, "Do you all remember my girlfriend?" He doesn't wait for an answer though, so their whoops overlap with the first part of his sentence, "She loves dancing. She always dances. We went to her family's house for dinner one evening, and they were all dancing, and whenever we go out to a venue of her choice, we end up dancing.

"I do not happen to be as suave a dancer as I believe. So, to remedy that, I have been spending time with some cousins of hers to get a little more groove into my moves." When he says groove, he swivels his lower body in an awkward way that makes you nervous for what is to come, "Y/N, babe, these moves are for you." Harry calls to you happily, blowing a kiss to you before singing and doing what seems to be an outtake from the newest Step Up movie.

All in all, the dancing is completely atrocious and makes you really miss his dorky white guy moves. He wishes the crowd a good evening when the song is up and runs over to you, "What did you think?" He asks you, his smile contagious, "I love watching you perform, babe! You're magnetic."

Harry chuckles, "No, I mean the dancing! Your cousins taught me." You want to stay as serious as possible, but you can't stand to hold it in anymore and you guffaw, all of your giggles coming out in their fullest effect. When you finally calm down, he's smiling at you, confused. "No, babe. They did not."

Now the singer can't help but laugh too, thinking of how foolish he must have looked, "Come on, you didn't even like this one?" He asks, moving his body against yours. You can't stop laughing as he continues to gyrate against you, "I think they liked this one a little more than I did."

"But you still liked it." He states, haughtily, and you can't help but kiss him quickly, "I like whatever you do. Even if it's twitching around like a tone deaf psycho."