Passion (H.S)

Chapter 28

Elizabeth's p.o.v

"Um Harry...What's this skank doing with you? Do you want me to kick her out?" The receptionist asked with a bitter sweet tone. She pointed at me with her fake chipped nails, if you could even call them that. they looked like someone had just cut out what they thought looked like a nail, extended the length and sharpened the end, so they looked like claws. They look dreadful...

Anger began to flow through my body as my mind snapped back into reality and processed the words she spoke. Who does she think she is? Kicking me out? What is this, primary school?

She looked at me with such a disgust on her orange patchy features. Rolling my eyes, I turned around fully so I was now facing her.

"Um excuse me?" I said placing my hand on my hip, cocking my eyebrow.

"Oh I'm sorry, you can't be here sweetie.." She said placing her hands together in-front of her chest. I copied her action, letting go of Harry's hand and putting mine together.

"Oh I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I can be here. Sweetie" I mimicked her. "Its a public gym, if you hadn't noticed." I said smiling at her smugly.  Her face scrunched up in anger before she released her hands from each other and let out a breathe, plastering a big fake smile on her face and turning to Harry.

"Harry? Would you like her removed from the building?" She asked sweetly,battering her eye lashes at him. I rolled my eyes at her before glancing at my boyfriend who was currently looking between us, his lips slightly parted as he struggled to find words. Why did he need to think about this?

"No Riz. what the fuck? where did that even come from?"Harry said, regaining his posture. "Liz is my girlfriend. I do not want her removed at all or ever. Now if you excuse us I'm going to work out with my girlfriend." Harry said, empathizing the word girlfriend.

Riz looked taken back by what Harry said and I smirked at her while he was speaking. She's bloody weird. It's like she think she owns Harry and He'll do what she says. I snapped back into reality when Riz flicked her hair and looked towards me then at my stomach.

"Yeah, well I'm not surprised. Looks like she needs it." She muttered. I laughed at her as if she had told a joke before turning around and walking towards the gym doors.

"Yeah, okay" I shouted sarcastically walking away, swaying my hips as I did so.

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After about half an hour of running on the treadmill and stretching my body while listening to music, I walked over to the side where I had left my things and pulled out a water bottle. Opening the lid and bringing the bottle to my lips I took a few mouthfuls and placed it back down. Harry hadn't spoken to me since the receptionist and I had our little misunderstanding about half an hour ago, as I had gotten straight into my workout on the treadmill and leaving Harry to get on with his training classes.

I looked over at harry, seeing him watch the boy I had met  the last time I was hear, Niall I think his name was, yeah Niall. anyway, Harry was watching him fight another opponent. Looking at Harry's expression, he didn't seem or look annoyed or mad so i'm guessing he's fine.

Snapping back into reality again I realized that my music had stopped, I went to put my hand in my pocket and press shuffle when a song began to play.

'I'm in trouble,

I'm an addict

I'm addicted to this girl,

She's got my heart tied in a knot

and my stomach in a whirl,

but even worse,

I can't stop calling her

She's all I want and more,

I mean,

damn

what's not to adore?'

I smiled at the song realizing it was 'Trouble' by never-shout-never, when I was in high school my friends and I found it when looking a cheesy songs and it was cute and funny so we all downloaded it. I remember walking around the halls with them singing out loud without a care in the world.

With my hand up to my ear, holding the ear phone, I found myself smiling at the memories of high school.

jolting from my daydream, I felt two hands wrap around my waist and rest on the flat of my stomach. Instantly I looked down at the hands then turned slightly to look up at the person holding me, to my relief I saw curly locks of brown hair, I knew it was Harry straight away. Relaxing into his touch I leaned back against his chest and sighed in content.

"What were you smiling at?" He asked me, his head burying itself into the crook of my neck. I smiled at replied.

"Just a song that brought back some memories.." I said still smiling slighting, looking over his shoulder. Harry hummed in response, not taking the subject any further. We stood there for about half a minuet before i spoke up again.

"So since you've stopped not talking to me, can we do what we can here to do?" I asked leaning back so I could look at him. He thought for a moment before nodding and gabbing my hand, pulling me along with him.

"Keep training guys, i'm over here if you need me." Harry semi-shouted towards the group of boys fights with each other, which i presumed were his students. He lead me over to a free boxing bag before releasing my hand and passing me some boxing gloves. 

"Right, first off i want you to start punching the bag at a slow steady pace." Harry told me before stepping behind me and positioning my arms to the correct angle. I threw my fist forward, hitting the bag before hitting it again and keeping a steady punching pace as harry told me too. I carried on for a few minuets, Harry telling me to add a kick now and then.

"Good. Now go slightly faster and add more power as you punch it, but not too hard that you'll wrist will bend." I did as he said, already a thin layer of sweat glazed over my forehead from this small but intense session.

"Kick." He commanded, i raised my leg up, turning slightly and twisting my foot as i forcefully hit the bag bag with the flat of my foot.

"Your pretty good for starters." He smirked.