Dancing Is My Life(Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 1: Dirty Dancing

"Ryan! I need you for this couples dance. It's couples not solo" I cried into the phone. Ryan is my dance partner, and he's going to his girlfriend's house in Virginia. I'm in Pittsburgh, but if I win the dance competition, I go to England.

"I'm sorry Katie, I sent a close friend who is amazing at dancing. He's in a band, and his band mates are coming with him. Please be nice" Ryan knows I'm rude when it comes to dancing.

People think dancing is just something as a hobby. I honestly believe dancing is something to express yourself in every possible way. That's why when people joke around when I'm dancing, I immediately snap. I do sometimes have a sense of humour when I'm in the mood, but mostly I'm not.

"I'll try, but if he's a deplorable dancer, I'm going to come to Virginia, and cut your balls off, then shove them up your ass"

"You really need anger management. You need help with you anger issues"

"Thank you," I nod. He always says that, and I take it as a complement.

"And you're bipolar" he chuckled through the phone. I just hung up on him, and sat in my basement/dance studio.

Yes. I put hardwood floors in my basement, along with other decorative things. I've hired men to put up a mirror on one wall, so I could swiftly fix myself if I was doing something wrong.

I hear the door bell ring. That must be my partner. I hope he's not a pervert. This couples dance is to I Should Have Cheated by Keisha Cole. The dance is basically us grinding against each other, teasing the boy of what he missed out on while he was cheating on me. Complicated process.

I'm wearing, baggy sweat pants, a loose t-shirt, with a cami under it. Along with my Adidas, and my hair in a messy bun. I wear socks for the couples dance, but I'm wearing shoes because I was practicing dancing to Fly by Rihanna, ft. Nicki, but with my few friend downstairs.

I open the door, and a curly haired, green eyed, tall, teenage boy standing in front of me with four boys behind him.

"Ello, love" he held his hand out. Oh he's British...

"Hello" I shook his hand. The five boys look really familiar, but I don't know where from.

"I'm Harry, your new dance partner" he smiled, flashing his teeth at me. "And this is Zayn, Liam, Louis, and Niall"

"Hi" Louis chirped. British.

"Nice to meet you" Liam, British.

"Hello" Zayn chuckled. British.

"Hello, mate" Niall smiled. Br-Irish! Finally! I different accent.

I invited them in, and the stood there awkwardly. My house is gigantic so when you step in, you're standing in a hall.

"Uhm, we're the dance studio?" Blondie asked. IRISH ACCENTS ARE TO DIE FOR.

"Oh, downstairs" I said embarrassed a little. "May I offer you something to drink?"

"Water please?" They all said in unison. I went into the kitchen, and tossed a water bottle to each of them.

"You have a dance studio on your basement?" Niall asked setting his bottle down.

I wanted to say, "Please keep talking", but I replied with, "I put down hardwood floors, and different walls. Then, I payed these professionals to put the mirror up"

"You did that yourself?" Niall asked. GRR! His accent!!!

"Yep," I said popping the 'p'. I decided to come show them, then Julie, Alyssa, Natalie, Nicole, and Joy start hyperventilating.

"SHUT UP" I yelled, then turned off the music that was filling the studio.

"Sorry," Alyssa mumbled. "Your new dance partner is from One Direction, and we're all Directioners"

"Uh, except me. I didn't even know who they were, but they did look familiar when I opened the door" I said looking at them.

20 minutes passed, and everyone kept talking. "So, shall I show you the steps of the dance?" I asked Curly.

"I know them. Ryan has been teaching me them since last week, with his sister Angela" Harry answered. I chuckled, and nodded.

Julie turns on the music, and I start dancing against Harry. He needs improvement, but he's good. Throughout the dance, he looked nervous.

The part comes up, where I get on top of him, and we slide across the floor. He rolls over still on rhythm with the song. (A/N: it's complicated to explain, so can you please do your best to make up your own dance for this)

After the dance, I consider it dirty dancing, but others consider it flirt dancing. When we finished, I wiped my face off with a rag.

Harry's P.O.V

Katie's a good dancer, but very serious and dedicated to it. This competition must mean the world to her.

I turn around to see, Zayn giving me a wink, Louis and Niall's mouth's wide open, and Liam was talking to Julie. The three never saw me dance with Angela, so they must think some gross things

I walk over to the three, and they circle me. "What was that?" Zayn asked.

"The couples dance I've been asked to do..." I trailed my words off looking at Katie who was messing with the music.

"That was basically se-" I covered Niall's mouth before he finished that sentence. Katie was coming this way.

"Should we do another rehearsal, or do you wanna stay and watch me and the girls do our routine to Fly?" She asked looking at her phone.

"We could do another rehearsal after you guys do your routine" I smiled at her. She flashed a smile, then walked away.

"You guys basically just dry humped each other" Niall added up what he said before.

"No! Niall stop saying that. I'm not even interested in her, so don't think that way" I said as a matter-of-factly.

"Oh, looked like you were when you guys were on the floor, and she wa-" I slapped my mouth over Louis' mouth. What's with these boys?

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This isn't my first fan fiction, but it's my 2nd. I deleted the other, because I had no idea where I was going with it, so here ya go.

I'm on my iPod and iPad writing this sometimes, so I might make mistakes and I can't change fonts. Tell me if I make any mistakes. xx