Dance to the Beat of My Heart (Narry)

Chapter Four

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When the music started, for the first time in his life, Niall panicked about dancing. Interaction with others while dancing was his worst nightmare; he was so used to being alone and in his own world.

Niall took a deep breath and pulled on the collar of his shirt before he took his first step. He danced like he was supposed to, but each time he got closer to Harry he stiffened a bit. This wasn't natural.

Harry was on Niall's right side. There was one particular move where he had to grab Harry's right hand while the dancer on the other side of Harry had to grab Harry's left hand. The two had to spin while they moved over to switch spots.

When the time came, Niall grabbed ahold of Harry's hand and spun, switching spots with the other dancer. His arm had stiffened along with the rest of his body; he wasn't used to physical contact, and he didn't like it. When it was over, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Niall continues to move his feet to the rhythm of the music, forgetting the people around him as he danced to his own moves. As the song neared its end, Niall once again became hh of the people around him; he realized that one of the judges were right beside him. His nerves began to rise immensely before the song finally finished. He rested his arm on Harry's shoulder, and as he does, he feels the familiar warmth once again.

"Good work, group three! Especially with Harry added into the mix, the dancing seemed quite coherent. The solo dances will take place after the next two groups have finished the choreographed dances. Please wait outside until we call you in," one of the judges said. The group of dancers nodded and a few people mumbled a few words to each other about the performance they had just put on.

Harry was out of breath; dancing always made him to lose his breath. This was the third time he'd done the same routine today, and all he wanted to was fall onto the floor somewhere and sleep. He didn't even care where, Harry was just so tired.

Even though Harry was so exhausted, he couldn't help but notice how the blonde boy next to him danced; it seemed that whenever Harry came into contact with him, the boy became overbearingly nervous. His moves became much stiffer and very different. Why was he like that? His points will be deducted, Harry thought.

The dance had ended, and all the dancers had dispersed out of the studio doors and into the lobby. As the following group began to enter, Harry quickly informed the judges that he would be back in a minute because he needed to get himself a drink. As he left the studio, he quietly whistled a song of his own.

By the time Harry had made it to the vending machine, his quiet whistling had changed into quite audible singing.

Niall had made his way to the vending machine to get Liam and himself a drink. Before he could make it to the machine, he heard somebody singing; There was no doubt in his mind that the voice belonged to Harry Styles.

He stood quietly behind Harry, casually leaning against the wall, just waiting for him to leave. He didn't talk to Harry because he didn't quite want the brunette to see him; as Harry turned to leave, his eyes were focused on his phone, much too distracted to even notice Niall. As he began to make his way down the hall towards Niall, he nearly ran into the blonde, but luckily, the latter had seen Harry, so he moved out of the way before the two collided.