Hamilton Imagines

HeartBeat - Lafayette x reader Modern!AU Dance!AU

The next week passed on in a blur as the dancers continued to miss each other at the studio, neither having got the other's number.

(Y/n) decided to stop looking, after all, she danced perfectly fine solo. But then, Friday, the ballet dancer was on her way out, her shoes tied together over her shoulder, when she heard some bass heavy music coming from one of the rooms. Curious, she peeked through the window, smiling as she saw her new friend dancing, moving as if he were made of wires and robotics, not flesh and bone.

Laf's fluffy hair was out of its usual ponytail, with a cap on top, and his all black outfit really accentuated his movement. (Y/n) slowly opened the door, slipping in, and set her things down, watching in awe. There was no way a human being could be that precise with movement.

His movement flowed like water while also being sharp as broken glass, and (y/n) found herself unconsciously trying to mimic him. She took note of how his shoes were important in of his dancing and quickly laced her pointe shoes back on. She stood, slowly moving a few steps behind him. Not quite hitting every beat but following his movements, with more grace. She watched when he went up on his shoes, and mimicked it with her own, turning and going up on pointe as he spun and lifted.

Soon the movement became too complicated and (y/n) sat back down, resting her chin in her hands to watch. As she sat, Lafayette spun on his knees, gesturing an 'I see you' to her. She laughed, and he smiled, continuing his dance. 

He finished, mining putting something in his pocket, then turned and walked over to (y/n).

"You know, for someone who says they can't hip-hop dance, you did quite well."

His voice echoed through the room, his accent bouncing off the hard floor as he sat beside (y/n).

The young woman blushed, "I...I just followed what you were doing in my own way. I guess I never quite noticed how similar our styles are."

The Frenchman laughed, sitting back, putting an arm around the back of the chair, behind (y/n) as she unlaced her shoes. She swapped them for some loose converse made of leather and he pointed down at them.

"I mean you've already got the shoes for it."

(Y/n) looked between the shoes she was wearing and Lafayette's shoes, laughing lightly, "I guess I do!"

She leaned back, resting against Lafayette's arm, ignoring the light pink blush that appeared as his arm shifted to fit better around her shoulders.

"So, you doing anything tomorrow?"

(Y/n) looked over, surprised, "Tomorrow? No, I was planning to come work on my contemporary solo for recital but I can do it another day. Why?"

Laf shifted, "Well, I was thinking maybe you'd like to go get lunch, then maybe I could give you that hip-hop lesson I promised you. If you want to of course, if not that's fine too..."

(Y/n) smiled softly, "I'd love that."

"Really?" The Frenchman looked down at the petite dancer next to him, and smiled.

"Really. Here, I'll give you my number and address," she held out her hand, and Laf shifted, pulling his phone out of his pocket to hand to her.

She quickly tapped in her number and address, then handed it back, letting her hand linger in his for a moment.

She stood, and took a few steps then turned back, smirking at the Frenchman, who blushed, as he had been watching her walk away.

"Aren't you going to walk me to my truck?"