fight for this love L.S

Chapter one

LOUIS POV:



"Come on mate, this is gonna be so fun," Liam, too enthusiastic in my opinion, said as he hopped out of the car. "Easy for you to say, gym freak", I mumble as I slowly slip out of my seatbelt. Honestly, who thinks that working out is fun let alone working out at 7am. Liam had to drag me out of my bed this morning to come here because he won at Fifa last night, and he NEVER wins at Fifa, I'm just too upset over my breakup with Malcom. I zone out whilst walking towards the entrance whilst Liam goes on about his new routine he has planned out that he thinks we can do together, which I will probably mess up on purpose.

"Id please?", this receptionist says as we walk to the front desk. "ID? This is a gym, and I'm pretty sure I look over 18" I scoff, whilst the receptionist looks unimpressed. I watch as Liam gives him his card and roll my eyes because of course he is prepared. He looks over at me and I just give a smirk, "Guess I can't go in, enjoy your workout Liam," turning around before he can speak, I start to walk towards the exit before bumping into a rock hard body. The hands, which definitely does not give me butterflies when placed on my waist, stop me from stumbling over onto the floor. "Woah, hold up there," a deep voice murmurs, I look up to forest green eyes staring at me whilst my face turns into a blushing mess whilst this man looks me up and down before chuckling. "Your clothes bring out the blue in your eyes, pup" he smirks. And that has made my morning even worse. "I am not a pup." He raises an eyebrow, "you're a little young to be in an adult gym love." Before I can even answer, Liam introduces himself and I hear the man say he's Harry. 

Seeing Liam distracted, I take the opportunity to slip out the door back to the car. "You're not getting out of this that easily Lou, plus you don't even have the car keys I do," I hear my least favourite person's voice at the moment. I groan before turning back to him. Apparently, Harry is a some-what famous boxer and said to the receptionist to let me in. I take back Liam being my least favourite person, it is now this Harry guy who likes to just blurt out to everyone how he is 'some-what famous', probably even isn't famous at all. I walk back to the front desk, purposely smirking at the receptionist just to make her pissed, to the door to the gym which stinks of odor. I follow Liam to the boxing area, which is apparently his favourite warm-up. He throws two gloves at me, and honestly with how buff Liam is, this is probably how I am going to die.