Our Dance: Shawn Mendes ✔️

5

Lila Hamilton
- Tuesdays lesson

"I oddly missed you" Shawn admits as we stretch, he was stood a few feet away from me and copied my movements.

"That is odd. We've known each other three days" I chuckle awkwardly. "Hmm but those three days you've been up against me"

My eyes widen and I quickly look away in embarrassment. Did this grown man just say I was 'up against him'?

"We were dancing. Just like you want to be taught" I fight my corner. "Dancing is quite intimate, right?" He asks. He sounded awfully innocent yet it seemed he was attempting to flirt with me so I was just about ready to do the same, see how he liked it.

"It is" I nod looking up at him. "You know, two people. Holding each other, hands fit perfectly, eyes locked, I can hear your breathing and I'm sure you can hear mine" I say in all seriousness then I let out a giggle at the end and his lips curve to a smile he was attempting to oppress.

"But it truly is intimate" I copy his word from before. "What do you think of dance Lila? Why do you do it?" He asks.

"What's with the questions?" I furrow my brows slightly. "You're my teacher and I feel as though I should get to know you. At least know your feelings to the thing you teach" he says and rightfully so.

"Okay well my grandma was a dancer and I learned from her, it's cringe but I feel so free when I dance..." he just looks at me like I'm telling the worlds greatest story and it urges me to carry on talking. "Just moving to the beat of any song and enjoying it through the movements my own body can make is a satisfying feeling. It just makes me happy" I simply shrug and his lips gape a little at my words.

"I'm sure you're like that with the guitar?" I ask trying to sway the conversation.

"I guess I am. Someone told me the smile on my face gets bigger when I play guitar" he says.

"Really? Who?"

"Just a friend. Now are you going to teach me some dance moves?" He asks cheekily. I shake my head as I try to stop my smile but my attempts fail.

He takes my hand and guides me to the middle of the room. "Follow my lead Miss Lila" he says in a horrible British accent. "I wish I could un-hear that" I chuckle putting my hand on his shoulder as I look up at him.

"It was good!" He defends himself. "Whatever, you're no Harry Styles" I roll my eyes playfully.

Stop it Lila!

"I'm better" he smirks.

"You wish. Now start, I'm following your lead" I tell him. 

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After forty five minutes of being up close to Shawn we part stepping back. As I giggled and told him off repeatedly he grew even more cuter and just irresistible but I had to resist with every bone in my body.

"God, I'm so bad" he huffs out. "You'll get there. This is only your fourth lesson" I encourage.

His gorgeous eyes flicker towards me, he steps closer and I immediately freeze as his tall build towers me. "Let me just freestyle, mess around" he suggest cheekily, he was an actual child.

"Mess around?" I ask to make sure he was being serious. "Hmm, unless you have somewhere to be?" He asks.

And in that moment I wish I had somewhere to else to be just so I could be as far as possible from the incredibly charming, gorgeous human being that was Shawn.

"I don't" I shake my head. "Great!" He claps his hands together. "I'll pick the song" he walks over to my phone picking it up like it was his to look at.

"You have a text from Jasper 'hey Lila, want picking up? I'm passing by'" he reads out, I thought I sensed a bit of jealousy from him. I walk over peaking behind him to look down at my phone. The text notification there at the top whilst he rooted through Spotify.

"Is he your boyfriend?" He asks in a humming tone as he concentrates on finding a song.

"A friend" I answer, watching his long fingers on my phone. Out of pure tiredness my head leans against his shoulder as I watch and his head leans against mine. The wholesome action making my heart flutter.

"Are you going?"

"And miss the chance of watching the worlds worse dancer freestyle?" I tease. He looks down at me grinning then he looks away. "I mean I wouldn't want to miss out" he lets out a small giggle.

"I'll stay here, let me just text him back" I take my phone from his hands. I feel his eyes on me as I type back and send the message. His arm closer to me goes around my body, locking me into him. I could feel his body press up against mine.

"Zara Larsson, Ruin My life" he reads out. "Perfect" I nod pressing play. I put my phone down and he takes action spinning me into him.

"The master of freestyle baby" he winks. For some reason I almost and I repeat almost turn into jelly at the term of endearment. Also his little wink, How flirtatious of him?

"I'm a literal dancing queen" I chuckle. I move my hand up and he spins rather slowly, ducking to go under my short arm. I chuckle as he then spins me easily.

"Now What?" He asks.

"You're the master of freestyle" I laugh as he just awkwardly swings my hands.

"You're the dancing queen" he smirks. "True" I shrug. I twirl myself into his arms and he takes hold of my body so my back is pressed against his front then I sway us side to side.

"You're incredibly pretty" he says, his hand moving my hair back and his chin rests on top of my head. My stomach literally flips at his adorable actions.

"Thank you" I move to the side and look up at him.  If he had moved or if I had moved our lips would've touched and I couldn't help but wander what his visibly lush lips felt like but I guess I'd never know. I pull away and rub my now sweaty hands on my dress.

"Freestyle is over now" I say sadly walking over to the music to stop it. "Aww I was having fun" he pouts. I felt my heart grow three sizes at how cute he looked.

"Me too but I have to get home. I'll see you tomorrow yeah?"

He nods grabbing his bag and taking his phone out. "Tomorrow" he nods "goodnight Lila" then he walks out but gives me a short wave before leaving.