Unhinged √

37.

      Someone once told me that going to the gym won't solve my problems because they'd just sit back and wait for me to return to them. You'd think I'd have figured this out on my own a long time ago but it wasn't until I heard it that it dawned on me. Still, the gym is the place I first run to when faced with any problem, especially now that I have one of my own.

It doesn't solve my problems but it provides me with the mindset I need to think things over. Compartmentalizing my thoughts and easing my mind but today, that doesn't happen, mostly because Remy is right next to me babbling about how his name should be on the signpost because he shows up more times than I do and it's a miracle that I am not thinking of clubbing him with a pair of 250lbs.

There are clients he should be working with, it's a weekend, most people are checking in for their self imposed one workout a week routine but he has made it his duty to torment me, as if I am not being haunted enough.

"Are you even listening to what I am saying?" He sits on a bench across and watches me lift dumbbells.

"What do you think?" I huff and he rolls his eyes.

"Go ahead and be a bitch all you want. I'm not quitting now, not when you've finally hit it big.

"You don't get paid for being talked about on the internet, Remy".

"But you do for scoring two goals on your first game and I get that you like your privacy and shit but there was no way you were going to be getting both the doughnut and eggplant without people finding out".

I put the weight down.
"Did you post about this on your Instagram?"
He grin.

"Of course. Gotta show support for my bi boss, the ladies like that you know. Omg, he's so tolerable and welcoming, he must be a romantic".

I groan at his entire existence.

"I am not in a 3-way relationship. Okay man? Can you be supportive enough to ensure no one thinks that thanks to you? I love Travis, him only. No one else".

He watches me with the confusion of a child.

"Then the girl? You all looked cozy".

"She is just a friend".
I get off the bench and head for the showers.

"Where are you going?" He calls after me.

"I have to meet someone, besides, you can handle things here. Keep it up a little longer and we'll talk about inking your name to the building".

He looks ready to deliver another lecture, most likely on sarcasm and the under appreciation of his awesomeness but I don't give him the chance.

     Zayn has a glass of something in front of him at the bar but his attention is directed at his phone and he is smiling but I can't take my eyes off his brown leather jacket that has a certain glint to it in the multicolored lighting.

"Don't that stuff wrinkle in heat?"

He glances up at me, the ghost of a smile still present as I take my seat.

"What?"

"Who wears leather in summer?"

"One, don't come at me with your zero fashion sense and summer is practically over". His heart is not even in it, he is still smiling stupidly.

"Practically. Why the fuck are you smiling man? My life is going to shit".

"Thank God I have my own life to cheer us up right?"

"Us?" He laughs and take a sip of his drink, attempting to put on a serious face.

"Okay, your life is one fucking Hollywood drama".