Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Dancing Fiasco

"Oh my God, Harry! Look how beautiful that is?" I nudged Harry's shoulder beside me and he glanced at my phone screen curiously.

I was watching a video where a couple ( the woman in red and the man in black) are dancing tango beautifully, moving perfectly to the rhythm.

We murmured appreaciation from time to time, especially when the male lifts his partner up in the air and the woman flails her graceful limbs.

"Ooooo...." Harry concluded as the video ended.

"Soooo...." I began.

"Fancy a tango dance?" I finished my sentence with a giggle, only saying that as a joke but Harry agreed.

"Wait what? You know I was only joking, right?" My laugh faltered.

"And you know I'm serious, right?" Harry stood up and pulled me up as well. "Come on, let's have some fun!"

I looked around our living room, then looked down at my basic tee and shorts, then thought about my messy hair tied up in a bun. A long way off the grand ballroom and flowing rich burgundy dress but oh well, it's not like we're in Dancing with the Stars.... Right?

Harry held me hand and guided me to a more open space so we don't bump into things that easily. We just held each other's hand, neither of us knowing where to start.

"Uhhhh...." I started and Harry let out a supressed chuckle.

I placed one hand on Harry's shoulder hesitantly. Harry proceeded by placing his arm around my waist. We were still holding hands in one arm, and Harry pulled his hand back and I followed that direction, making me lean forward, closer to Harry's chest.

We then tried stepping like the couple we saw in that video, with Harry helpfully saying: "1,2,3... 1,2,3..." However, as there isn't a dancing bone in either of us, accidents tend to happen.

"Ow, Y/N! That's the third time you stepped on my foot!" Harry complained and I immediately apologized.

"Oops! Sor-reeeeee......" I quickly adjusted my foot and Harry laughed.

"I have honestly no idea what we're doing...." 

"And yet you suggested this, genius." I reminded him, poking him in the forehead.

"This is fun though...." Harry said while we hopped and stepped around wherever we please, probably disgracing the entire tango dancing community.

I suddenly remembered a move the woman in the video did: she split her legs elegantly while the man held her and I excitedly wanted to try that move, conveniently forgetting the fact that I'm not that flexible.

"Harry, hold me tight yeah?" I ordered Harry while I tried going down, splitting my legs as far as it would go. I giggled as I reached my max and threw my head back while Harry shook his head jokingly at me.

"Oh! Socks would definitely make this work even better!" I abandoned Harry in search for some spare socks lying around upstairs. I came back down with a pair and slipped them on, and tried the position again on the slippery marble floor.

Harry joked: "Hardly the tango princess, are you?" He gestured to my socks while I blushed, thinking that he was serious. He lifted my chin and assured me.

"I prefer the quirky socks girl though. She's way funnier and prettier than the tango princess."

"Oh really, you must be a fool then." I challenged him.

He shrugged noncholantly: "I don't care."

Harry suddenly turned me around as I got up so that my back is against his chest. Slowly, he snaked a hand up to just below my right boob and another on my pelvis. I could feel his calm breathing as he kissed me slowly yet passionately on the side of my neck.

I didn't dare move, scared that it would discourage him. His lips moved down and he continued sucking on my tender skin.

"Ha-Harry..." I could barely get the words out, so consumed by the pleasure and love he's giving me.

He smirked at me as his lips left my skin while I just had to ruin the moment by saying: "I'm pretty sure this move wasn't included in that video?"

Harry groaned and rolled his eyes at me: "Really babe? It's called improvisation, FYI." I giggled at his reply.

We blissfully continued our random dance we made up along the way. No longer tango, as the community would sue us if they found out for defamation of name.

"1,2,3..." and "Rachacha!" (You can obviously guess who said that) rang from time to time in the spacious living room, followed by happy and blissful laughter. God knows how long we 'danced' for, we're just happy to have a reason to be in each other's arms.

When the both of us got tired of it and wanted to call it quits, Harry reminded me: "Wait, what's this dance without the finale?" He wiggled his eyebrows and I recalled that the ending of that video was the man holding up the girl while she does a split in the air.

"Woah, woah,woah... That's a next level, Haz. No." I rejected but Harry insisted, much to my protest.

Harry held my waist with both his strong arms. "Ready? 1....2....." At the count of three, I sprang up from the balls of my feet while Harry carried me up. However, Harry didn't managed to carry me up high enough, already having difficulty lifting me up as it is.

I didn't realized as I opened my legs and spread them midair, one of the end of my leg hitting Harry in the jaw.

Harry dropped me back to the ground, cradling his jaw. "Awhhh...."

"Oh my God, Harry! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I babbled on nervously.

"I'm fine, I'm fine... But that marks the end of the dance perfectly, highlighting the fact that the both of you are hopeless in dancing." Harry still managed to joke.

I held his hand as we made our way back to the couch, him still massaging his jaw. On the couch, he pulled me onto his lap and asked me teasingly: "Have you been sneaking extra doughnuts lately, love?"

"Jerk!" Followed by a chest jab.