Getting in shape... with Liam Payne

Mr.Hottie

The cool breeze was refreshing across my face as I stood outside Platinum Gym waiting for Terry who was already forty-five minutes late. Seeing as I didn’t want to do this in the first place and was definitely not the patient type, I was very agitated at this point.

What is the hold-up? Weren’t you the one all happy-go-lucky about us becoming gym-buddies and all that crap? I though angrily to myself as I, yet again, fished out my phone from my bag. But before I managed to dial the number, a loud beep notified me that I’d received a text. I checked the display to see who it was from, though I was pretty sure I already knew.

“Speak of the devil and the devil will appear.” I mumbled under my breath as I read the message. The very first sentence made me curse out loud. Was she for real?!

‘OMG, I’m sorry but I can’t make it today. I like totally forgot I have a mani-pedi appointment with friends. TTYL :***”

I was being stood up for nail polish. Flippin’ nail polish! But this was Terry, so I wasn’t even surprised. Seeing as my buddy bailed out on me and the weather was absolutely gorgeous, I decided to go for a jog in the park, like I originally intended to. But just as I was turning I saw a guy, about my age, who was quite literally the most beautiful male I had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, muscular with perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect everything. God, even his walk was sexy.

I was so overwhelmed with his sheer perfection of looks and the cool aura that was virtually emitting off of him that I didn’t notice I was standing like an idiot in the middle of the pavement with my mouth gaping open. Alice Wood: keeping it cool as usual. Before starting to drool, I managed to get my mouth to close and save the microscopic pride left in me. However, I couldn’t stop my head following after him and unconsciously deciding on it, I found myself in the white, posh lobby of the gym.

Oh well, I’ve already got the membership, might as well give it a try. I’m not stalking him since I’d be here regardless if Terry had showed up.  I internally justified myself while the cashier woman confirmed my membership on the computer. My hottie was already gone so I guessed he was a usual comer and didn’t need checking on a regular basis. If that was so, perhaps I’d come here every once in a while.

Wait, did I really just think that? Also, did I really just call him a hottie? I mentally slapped myself.

Everything about the gym was glamorous, even the changing rooms were spotlessly clean with glossy marble floors. The main section of the gym was even posh-er - is that even a word? It is now - than I imagined. Bigger too. I looked around at the treadmills, elliptical machines, barbells and I couldn’t think of where to start. Just then I noticed the guy I’d hyperventilated over, looking all the more amazing in a pair of grey sweatpants (I assure you that never before has anyone looked this good in sweats) and a white tank top that showed off his muscular arms. Boy did he look fine with a capital f in workout attire! Even though I was 5 ft 7, he looked to be at least a head taller. His hazel hair was in sexy, messy disarray. Once again, my body moved by itself and I found myself setting up the speed and time on a treadmill directly opposite his.

Alice dear, what in the world are you doing? Look around you; can’t you see all these glamorous girls with their tanned bodies and luscious blond hair? You seriously think a guy like him would even notice a girl like you?

I let out a small sigh as I mounted my treadmill. I tried looking in different directions but he seemed to attract my attention like a magnet and despite the efforts my eyes kept coming back to him every flippin’ five seconds. Once or twice I thought I saw him cast a glance in my direction but I must have either simply imagined it or he sensed a stare and looked up to see who it was. So I forced myself to limit my glances to three a minute.

 Oh this is so ridiculous. And pathetic. And wrong. Did I mention pathetic? On the other hand, a girl can dream. Plus he is way too cute to look away from. I guess being a plain-Jane has its benefits: even if I’m right in his face and practically undressing him with my stare, he won’t notice a thing.

So I spent the rest of the day stealing glances at Mr.Hottie as he first jogged, then lifted some weights and then talked to a few girls. They were shamelessly flirting with him. The latter wasn’t very fun to observe but I couldn’t blame the girls for being attracted to him. If I looked half as good as they did, I’d shamelessly flirt with him like there’s no tomorrow.

I decided to head onto Platinum Gym the very next day, because I found my head crammed with thoughts of him the whole day at school. So much I could barely concentrate on my studies.

You are getting ridiculous! You don’t even know the guy’s name! So what if he’s cute? Lots of guys are. Stop being so obsessed with him. Liking someone based purely on their looks is so shallow.

But all my attempts to talk some sense into me were completely futile. So, as soon as I was done with my school work, I packed my gym stuff and headed out. I decided not to let Terry know I changed my mind about the gym and was all for it now. I needed peace to be able to observe freely. I was unnaturally happy when I spotted him, once again running as I entered the hall.

I ended up going to the gym every day after school for the rest of the month. And every day I’d just look at him the entire time, all the while having an internal debate whether I should chat him up or not. Naturally, I never found the courage to talk to him. After realizing that I couldn’t stop thinking about him, I decided to talk to him. So, precisely after a full month of staring, I plucked up the courage to finally hold a legit conversation with Mr.Hottie.

Once you talk to him, maybe you’ll start calling him by his real name. This whole ‘Mr.Hottie’ thing doesn’t sound too smart. Yeah, because any of this does.

The odds seemed to be in my favor because for the first time since my initial arrival to the place, the treadmill next to him was vacant. I could feel my cheeks going red from his sheer proximity as I started my run. 

So… now that you are here, it’d be nice to actually say something.

And then the seemingly impossible happened. Mr.Hottie chatted me up.

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