Day by Day

Dancing Lesson

"I don't know if I like this one, well I do like it but the color... I don't know, what do you think?"

"I think that as soon as we get home I can rip the zipper open and have my way with you." Harry smirks at me as I put my hands on my hips and smile back at him.

"You are not ripping this dress or any other dress. You are crazy."

"Fine, go try on the next one." I do as I'm told and I go back to the dressing room at the store. I'm picking out a dress to wear to Anne and Robin's wedding. I asked Harry to come along, his opinion is the most important. I go in the dressing room and put on a red dress. I have a hard time zipping it up so I go outside holding the dress to my chest.

"I need help please", I say to Harry, walking backwards to where he's sitting. He gets up from the couch and stands behind me. He puts my hair over my shoulder and plants a small kiss there. I feel his hands tug on the dress as he pulls the zipper up.

Once he's done he kisses my shoulder again and grabs my right hand, spinning me around so we're face to face. His eyes go up and down my body and his hand pulls me to his body, acomodating our bodies in a dancing position. My left hand goes to his shoulder and his right hand goes to my back. Our other hands meet half way, stretching out. He starts to move as if we're dancing waltz.

I throw my head back laughing. "What are we doing? This music is not appropriate for this kind of dancing." An old Take That song plays through the entire store. I laugh a little louder as his smile grows and we move faster.

"We're practicing for the wedding. We're going to have to dance like this. At least I know my mum is gonna want to dance with me. You're gonna dance with Robin. Then we will meet in the middle of the dancefloor and dance with each other."

"Well in that case... I'm not an expert but. Your hand", I say pulling his hand a little lower, "has to be in the middle of my back, not too high not too low. And we need to go slower, not this fast." I tell him.

He slows down and I put my head on his chest, near his shoulder. He leans down to kiss my head. And to ruin the perfect moment, Harry steps on my foot.

He stops and closes his eyes shut. "I stepped on you didn't I?"

"Yes."

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry", he says leaning down to my foot. I stop him from getting on his knees. "I'm fine babe", I smile and he stands up straight. He plants a small kiss to my lips and we keep dancing.

"Do you know the moves? There's a reason why I stepped on you." I shake my head.

"You know the steps?" I ask him and he nods. "Show me."

He looks down to the floor between us and then he looks at me. "Look at my feet", Harry begins his short lesson. "First I step backward with my right so you step forward with your right and then we do the same with our left feet. Well at least that's how I think it goes, I don't remember very well."

"If it's not like this who cares, we can dance how ever we want." We both smile as we keep dancing around the waiting room of the dressing rooms.

He pulls away to spin me around, raising my right hand over my head so I turn around. I do so and he catches me and then he spins me again. His arms go around my waist completely and my arms around his neck. We dance like this for a few more minutes.

"I like this red dress. You look pretty."

"Thanks. What are you going to wear?" My fingers grab a hold of the curls slipping out of his black fedora at the back of his neck.

He spins me around again before answering my question. "A tux, you little genius. It's what men wear to weddings." He pokes my nose with his finger and I smile.

"I know you're going to wear a tux silly, but which one? One from your closet or did Robin choose a tux for his groomsmen?"

"He didn't choose a tux, he just asked for a black suit and black tie."

"Ooh I love to see you in a tie!" I giggle and he smiles, kissing the tip of my nose.

"So...", he kisses my cheek, "you're going to buy this dress? Or which one?"

"I like this one and the black one with the flowers so you choose between those two."

He brings his hand to scratch his chin. "Mmm... I don't know, I like both of them too. You look beautiful wearing both... Let me see you with this one."

We pull apart from our embrace as he analyzes the dress on me. He moves his right finger in a circle, gesturing for me to turn around. I turn back to him and his hand is back on his chin and his other arm is crossed over his chest.

"I like this one. You can get both and then decide but this one... This one I love on you. Fits perfect."

I come a step closer. "Then I'll buy this one. But you can't rip the zipper, I really like the dress." I use my best serious voice and he smiles.

"You're using your serious voice so you must mean it." I frown and he smiles wider. He throws his hands in the air. "Fine! I won't rip anything. God, it was a joke, I never rip your clothes off. I always take them off gently."

I close the distance between us. "I know but I never know if one day you'll go all wild on me and decide to rip off my clothes so I need to warn you."

"Okay, I won't rip off any clothes. I promise."

"Thanks." I kiss his cheek and walk past him to go into the dressing room.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?" I stop at the doorframe of the dressing room, looking back at him.

"You really do look beautiful." His lips form a shy, small smile as my lips form a huge smile.

His words crash into me like the first time he called me beautiful. And I may not be the most beautiful girl but with him I feel like the most beautiful girl in the whole world.

"Thank you." I smile shyly, my cheeks getting red and heated. "I'm gonna change now."

"Yeah, you do that."

I move my body back into the dressing room before stepping out again, resting my body on the doorframe again. "Harry?"

"Yep?"

"You're a great dancer. And you'll look beautiful on Saturday wearing your suit."

He smiles back at me and he walks towards me, stopping just in front of me. "My mum taught me when I was little. To dance. She always told me that it was important for me to know the steps so when I met a girl I could take her slow dancing. She says that's a good way to charm girls." My thumb caresses his cheek as I smile.

"You've never taken me slow dancing before."

"I think I just did minutes ago. Plus, I already charmed you so why go slow dancing?" He leans down to kiss me.

And with that smile I feel between our kiss, I realize one thing: this is the man I want to have the rest of my dances, forever.

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