Save Ya

Training and Fighting

Niall has been glaring at Louis ever since the group had gotten alone in the training room. He hated the way Louis walks around, acting like nothing is wrong.

"Okay." Louis says, his eyes turning to Niall, "What? Why are you staring at me?"

Niall scoffs, "You're such an asshole! You go around doing whatever you want! You're not a superhero! You're just some guy with powers that shows up long enough to put out a fire!"

Louis glares back and asks, "What the hell? What am I supposed to do? Stick around to take selfies with the people I save? I'm not a celebrity! And I'm not a role model!"

"Clearly! You go around hitting people that don't deserve it!"

"What are you going on about?"

Niall points to Zayn, where he was just standing awkwardly next to Harry. "You hit him!" He shouts, "You hit him because he stopped you from embarrassing yourself further in front of the people!"

Louis rolls his eyes, "He got in my way!"

Niall stomps his foot, "You get in your own way! Don't you ever wonder why no one has homemade Polar costumes? Or how none of the children in the city walk around in t-shirts with you on it? You're not a hero!"

Zayn starts, "Niall-"

"No!" Louis interrupts, "He's right! I'm not a good person. I just show up. That's all I do. I start fights and get into trouble." He pauses, "But I still save people. I try my best to save everyone and I know that I've saved you both before! And I would do it all again! I don't want to be a part of a team! Especially with you three. But if that means that the world is saved, then I'll put up with you as long as I have to."

Harry nods and adds softly, "I agree." They all give him a wild look. He shrugs, "Once again, I don't like agreeing with him. But... I want to save the world. It'd be ideal to do it with someone else but I guess you three will do."

Zayn looks to Niall and nods, "It's okay, babe. I'm okay, my lip has healed. And I feel the same. I want to save the world, with them or without."

Niall swallows thickly before glancing at each one of the guys. He sighs and mumbles, "Whatever. I don't like you, any of you." He glances at Zayn, "Well, most of you."

Zayn laughs quietly and looks to Louis expectantly. Louis notices his gaze and tries to ignore it.
It doesn't work.

Louis groans, "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have hit you. I should've just hit him!" He points at Harry.

Harry scowls and goes to attack Louis. Zayn and Niall grab him and pull him back. Harry grunts as he tries to get past them. "Come on! Just one punch! It's what he deserves!"

Niall grumbles, "You two really need to get over your little rivalry! It's starting to get annoying!"

Harry's foot connects with Zayn's stomach, sending Zayn to the ground. Zayn coughs and rolls out of the way before Harry can hit him on the ground.

Zayn groans as he gets to his feet, "I hate this!"

Harry nods, out of breath. "Me too."

"Stop complaining!" Louis shouts from across the large training room. He's currently set up at the weight machine.

Not a normal weight machine though.
No, this one has Louis' legs strapped onto the ground to flex his leg muscles and keep him balanced. A sixty pound belt is strapped to his abs while he lifts the two-hundred pound bar over his chest to work out his arms.
Workout machine, torture device.
Potato, potatoe.

Niall sits at the leg press machine, stopping his workout when the others started talking. He calls out to Louis, "You need some help?"

Louis shakes his head with a shaky breath, "Nope, I'm good!" His arms go down to his chest with the bar putting pressure on his lungs. "I'm okay, I'm okay."

Harry and Zayn take a break from their sparring to watch Louis. His biceps strain to lift the bar, his legs pull at the weights keeping them down. His teeth grit together and his eyes squeeze shut.

Niall locks his machine in place so he can stand up. He lifts his arm towards Louis and uses his power to lift the heavy metal weight off of Louis' chest. It bangs on the hard ground, loudly.

Louis gasps when the air enters his lungs again and he's saved from being crushed by the weight. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he tangles his fingers in the latches of the weighted belt. He flings it off himself and pulls himself up to yank off the straps on his feet.

His tired eyes find Niall and he mutters, "Thanks," He glances over to Harry and Zayn, still out of breath. He slowly stands up and says, "Never mind, you can complain."

Zayn smiles and makes his way to Niall. They kiss shortly before Zayn points to the door behind him. "I'm going to go take a shower. I'm done training today."

The others nod and follow Zayn to the door.

As they make it into their living quarters, they start to spread out in the main area. Zayn wanders toward the bathroom with Niall behind him.

Niall slaps his bum and asks, "You wouldn't mind if I joined, would you?"

Zayn smirks and yanks Niall into the bathroom with him.

"Gross," Harry mutters as him and Louis watch the two disappear into the bathroom.

Louis glances at him before he opens a water bottle he got out of the refrigerator. He shrugs, "What? You've never been in love?"

Harry shakes his head, "Love doesn't end well for me."

Louis sets down his water bottle. "Why? What's wrong with you? Well, what else is wrong with you?"

Harry laughs softly at the joke against him from his mortal enemy. He taps his fingers on the kitchen counter, "Loving someone is hard when you can't touch them. I... I haven't ever been able to have slow and passionate sex with someone. I always have to make sure it's quick so my partner won't get burned."

Louis looks at the man with sad eyes. He never thought he would feel sympathy for this man. But here he is, wishing that he could comfort him.
It's more of empathy than sympathy.

Louis reaches out, about to touch Harry's hand for comfort. But he stops himself. His hand pulls back from Harry's before they make contact.

"Sorry," He says instead, "I get it."

Harry looks up from his hands, "What do you mean?"

Louis plays with the bottlecap in his hands, "I don't know. I guess it's just..." He sighs, "I haven't had a proper date since I was a teenager. And back then, I didn't know how to use my powers. My first boyfriend was in my year. He wanted to take things further one day. And..." He stops himself, "You don't need to know any of this. Sorry." Louis starts to walk away.

Harry goes to grab Louis' shoulder, but stops quickly when his fingertip barely brushed the man's shirt. "Wait," He drops his hand, "You don't have to tell me. But I feel like you don't have many people to talk to about this. Neither do I. We don't have to like each other, but sometimes it's best to get things out."

Louis nods his head in agreement. He laughs quietly, "What, are you a therapist?"

Harry smiles and shakes his head, "Nope, just someone who will listen."

"Good to know." Louis' lips quirk up in an almost smile and he heads off to his own temporary room.

Harry hums a satisfied noise before he goes to take a cold water bottle out of the refrigerator and takes a long sip.

In the middle of swallowing, he hears loud moans coming from the bathroom. He spits out his water and burst out laughing.