𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

7 ~ It's Fun Here With You

Ruth Rogers

"Holy fucking shit, Haz..." I pant, trying to catch my breath. Harrison continues to circle around me with his pads in front of him, hardly breaking a sweat compared to me; who's dying for a break after 10 minutes. He laughs at how quickly I get tired, causing me to punch him in the face. He stumbles back, his pad rubbing his cheek as he pouts at me. It wasn't a hard hit, but it is a warning.

"C'mon, RuRu. An hour more, come on!" He encourages, jumping up and down around me. I continue hitting the pads on his hands, ducking when needed as we change positions. I kick up near his head as he puts the pad beside it, making him whistle at the accuracy.

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"You're getting a lot better than when we first started. But you get tired too quickly" He smirks, pushing me with his shoulder as we relax on one of the benches. I punch him in the shoulder, making him to groan and rub his arm.

"You prick... I'm not use to doing workouts all the fucking time. I'm use to sitting in my room, or walking around the streets and shops with Lav or my dad, but that's it." I mutter, undoing the wrappings around my hands, clenching them into a fist to relieve the throbbing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, princess. Plus, it's not all the time, it's about an hour or two a day! Stop being so dramatic" He laughs, getting up. I follow him out of the gym, going up stairs and showering, changing into some baggy jeans and a cropped tank top.

I head back downstairs, wanting to cook something for once instead of Martha due to complete boredom. I fish around in the cupboard, finding a packet of blueberry muffins. I grab the box, shutting the cupboard door as I look at the ingredients. A pair of hands find their way to my shoulders, making me drop the packet and jab them in the ribs, grasping their arm and twisting it as I face them. I gasp, my hands going to my mouth as I see Tom clutching his side, gasping whilst laughing.

"Tom! I'm so so so sorry! Why would you do that?!" I yelp, helping him up and grabbing the muffin packet from the ground, placing it on the counter. He continues laughing, wiping tears from his eyes. I giggle with him, still annoyed slightly at the jump scare.

"I- Oh god- I'm sorry, Doll. But you should've seen your face! I see Haz's training has worked" He leans on the counter, finally calmed from his laughing fit. I nod, looking back at the ingredients of the muffins, scavenging around the kitchen for them, plus bowls and a muffin tin.

"Why don't you get Martha to do that?" Tom quiz's, watching me waddle around the kitchen, not knowing where half the shit I need is.

"Becauseeee... There's the bowls.. Because, I want to. I love baking treats and stuff, plus I'm bored soo..." I shrug, placing the thing's I've acquired  on the counter, preheating the oven to the time the box says. Tom nods, pursing his lips as he thinks.

"Can I help?" He asks shyly, leaning one hand on the counter, his body facing me as he reads the box with me. I tense up as I feel his breath on my neck. I clear my throat and nod, telling him to crack the eggs into a little bowl as I open the box, taking out the powder from it and put it in the bowl.

"And make sure there's no- shell..." I sigh as I look at him, the egg he cracked on the counter. He looks at me and gives me a guilty grin with a little giggle. I shake my head, smiling.

"If you can't tell already, I haven't cooked in... Fuck, I don't even know how long" He laughs, wiping the egg up and putting it in the sink. I crack the rest of the eggs needed into the little bowl, handing it to him.

"Do you think you can pour the eggs in the bigger bowl, Champ?" I taunt. He glares at me, pouring the eggs in and looking at me, proud of himself. I laugh, praising him as we continue cooking the muffins. He puts a song on, I don't know the name but it's an older one.