Dust Bones [Harry Styles]

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    "There," he breathed, "At least that'd count as a leg stretch for today."

        "I'm sorry. I'm not really athletic and macho like you are," I spat out, careless to how he'd react. 

        "And you're also very skinny," he commented. 

        I glared and muttered, "I hope you do teach me very well so I can honestly kick your ass one of these days." 

        He smirked the widest I've ever seen him before, and I was shocked to see the dimple form on his left cheek. "Let's actually get to the teaching part before I let you kick my ass, Dollface." 

        "Shut up," I hissed, and as a result he grabbed my arms and pulled me up with a lot of force. I shrieked just when my feet planted on the floor and I bumped against his chest. My hair flowed to my face as I peeked up at him due the obvious height difference. 

        I felt his hands on my arms and he picked them up before dropping them, and they lazily fell down to my sides. Harry raised his eyebrows, practically teasing me with no words. My mouth parted once more and I inhaled as he slipped his hands through my hair, grabbing all the messy strands across my face and pushing them back from my face. 

        "Tie up your hair next time," he murmured, one hand wrapped around my hair as the other reached for the elastic around my wrist. Impressively, he tied my hair back into a pony tail with ease.

       After a long pause, I slowly began to frown. "I didn't know you could actually tie a pony tail."

        Harry glanced at me before backing away. "I do it to myself all the time." 

        He rolled his eyes in pure annoyance the second I burst out laughing. 

        Minutes later we were working on form. Harry would consistently scowl and sigh in irritation and frustration whenever I'd do something wrong. Obviously, he isn't fit to be a teacher, but I rather do what he says than get into an argument with him again. I have to give myself a break. 

        "Catalina," he snapped, and I gasped when I felt his hands grip my hips from behind. His skin felt warm against mine, his slightly rough hands imprinting the feeling in my brain with memory. The touch made my skin fill with color as he snapped me towards the direction he wanted me in. "I said turn this way."

        Quite frankly, my mind was somewhere else and he seemed to know that. Minutes passed as he told me where to place my feet, where to hold my hands up if I didn't want to receive a blow to the face, and how to swing my arm. After ten minutes of this, Harry removed his hat and threw it to the floor in irritation. 

        He inhaled deeply, letting his nostrils flare when he exhaled. His eyes flickered to me before he rushed his hands through his hair. 

        "Okay," he breathed to himself, attempting to calm himself. I crossed my legs, frowning at the way he was getting so fed up so quickly. "You know what...hit me." 

        My jaw lacked strength and dropped. "What?"

        "Hit me. As hard as you can," he firmly confirmed, waving his hands towards him. 

        I stared into his beautiful eyes, narrowing my own, still not sure if I have heard him correctly. "Just...wait, what? You want me to hit you? Like willingly?" 

        He rolled his eyes. "Yes. That's what I fucking said."

        "And you won't get angry?" I cautiously asked.