It was early evening and I had found this new club with 2 of my best friends, in Central London. We went inside and started dancing, suddenly 4 boys walked in waving and smiling at everyone. Not even sparing them a glancing I walked towards the juke box and chose "Stay" by Maurice Williams.
"Holy Shit! It's The Beatles y/n!!" My best friend shouted over the music. "Ahhh this is so incredible!!"
The Beatles made there way slowly to the bar being stopped every 5 minutes to talk to another crying girl, I tried to ignore them just wanting to dance without having to bother with the stress of seeing them up close. Occasionally, I glanced over my shoulder and saw John and George undo there top buttons, pour them selves drinks from over the bar and toussel hair. After about 20 minutes someone dragged me to get a drink when I turned round it was George the lead guitarist.
"Hey I err didn't mean to pull you so hard. I just wanted to talk to you. I've been trying to catch your eye for ages!" He said pouring himself another glass of beer from behind the counter.
"No no it's okay" I shouted over the next song, embarrassed that I hadn't noticed him, up close he looked younger than on stage. "What's up?"
He shook his head and started to say "I noticed how beautiful you are, and wanted to say hey. I'm George"
"y/n" I replied.
"Wow that's such a beauti- no I can't do it. I'm shit at talking when Im drunk. Let's dance" He shouted over the juke boxes music. He pulled me into the middle of the dance floor, and pulled his hips close to mine. I'd never danced like this before, and especially not with a boy this beautiful.
"Haha y/n You can't dance like this can you." He laughed to half to himself half to me. "Here okay bend your knees, look straight into my eyes, okay now sway" He put his large hands on my hips and started moving them to the beat. "Good good okay, losen a little. Come closer." He put his knee between mine and thrusted slightly and started to move me. He lifted my arms around his neck, and moved to the quickening beat. He put his own on my back. I let myself relax into his body until we became one, moving at the same time in the same way.
"Do You Love Me" by The Contours, started playing which made George pull even closer and thrust more determinedly. I giggled slightly and made my hips move at the same time until we were grinding on the dance floor- which made me giggle even more. But George's face was set and serious moving his hands up and down my back. Suddenly, he made my head throw back and swung me round, when I came back up he had a devilish smile on his face and moved me again with more direct movements.
I glanced around noticing the majority of people were dancing the same grinding and thrusting with occasional whispers in the ears of there partners. The rest were watching appalled at the sight of such erotic dancing.
George, put his large hands under my thighs and lifted me to his waist like I weighed nothing, I wrapped my legs around his petite waist and he continued to grind his pelvis against mine. When the music eventually stopped he placed me back on the floor and lent in to whisper "Not bad y/n not bad"
He then pulled me in and spun me away like a spinny top, by the time I'd regained balance he had emerged himself in the crowd.
((yes this is based on Dirty Dancing. And no I do not care one bit. This is literally my favourite story i've ever written so enjoy! Sorry it's so short xo))
