Zayn's P.O.V
Liam lead me to some weights which made me swallow thickly. As he picked up two 20 pounds ones I turned to see a buff man had entered he. He smiled when he looked at Liam and gave him some handshake thing.
"How have you been?" The guy talks to Liam casually, who the hell is he? Liam responds but I'm too jealous to listen.
Liam turned back to me and smiled setting the weights onto the ground, picking up new ones that were atleast 50 pounds and lifting them easily as he talked to the guy doing to same. I need to impress him. I swallow again and eyeball the 50 pound weights in front of me. If they can do so can I! I rub my hands on my shorts and bend down to grab the weights, pulling. Why aren't they moving??
I whimpered a bit and tugged more. Come onnn.
Just as they lifted a bit off the ground liam spoke.
"Babe?" Making me shoot backwards flying into some pyramid of weights them all pounding my lower back.
I would of been fine if Liam helped me up but no, he was standng there laughing with his dumb friend! Laughing!
I stand up trying to ignore the throbbing in my tailbone and my destroyed pride I stormed off. Fuck him.
I ran into the locker room with showers whiping away a tear. Stop crying Zayn get your shit together. You're fine.
I sniffle and rub my face. I hear the door open behind me and footsteps.
"Go away" I mumble sitting onto the bench, wincing in the process.
"Baby come on why are you so upset?" Liam's voice sounds behind me. I huff and cross my arms my tailbone is throbbing.
"You made fun of me Liam" I scoff rolling my eyes.
"You were being cute" Liam try to explain. My heart flutters a bit as he as he calls me cute. No! Get a hold of yourself!
Liam's arms wrap around my shoulders pulling me upward.
"Ow!ow!ow! Quit it!!" I thrash a bit my fucking tailbone hurts and he thinks he can just jerk me upwards. Liam let's go of me softly and turns me around grabbing my face. My eyes met his for a quick moment but I lowered them my cheeks flushing.
"Are you hurt?" He asks his thick eyebrows furrow in concern. No shit payne.
"Yes" I mumble wincing slightly as I shift my weight to my left foot.
"Where?" He asks sky looking me up and down throughly for a visible injury.
"My tailbone" I huff. Backing away and limping slightly. Liam's hard eyes soften as he steps toward me with outstretched hands. I shake my head.
"No you were too busy laughing at me to care so why care now?" I spit.
"It was cute I'm sorry" he apologizes.
"It don't want to be "cute" Liam I want to be like that guy you were talking to and in love with!" I know I was being dramatic but he deserves to get shot down every now and then.
"He's my friend from work and married. First of all, and I like you because of your fragility it's very appealing" he says grabbing my wrist his thumb brushing over the scars and scabs that littered my flabby arm.
"Let me see if your okay, can you touch your toes?" He asks. Wtf is this doctor payne? I reach for my toes and try to bend down. Nope. I yelp and sit back up wincing slightly. Liam you better feel bad now.
"Okay turn around" he orders. I flush but do as I'm told because I can only be severely angry at him for a little while.
Liam's warm hands lift my shirt up and pull my shorts down a bit so I'm sagging. I feel my face get hot. His thumbs knead into the tender flesh on my back and I pull away shaking my head.
"No that hurts too much" I whimper. Liam sighs rubbing his forehead.
"Okay, let's go" he scoops me up so I wrap my legs around his torso his hands linked under my bum.
Once we got to his penthouse I lay on the couch which already makes me feel a bit better. Liam leaves to go rummage in the kitchen and he comes out with icy hot i don't know why he would have that in his kitchen but Liam is a mysterious man.
"Lay on your stomach and take your shirt off" he instructs opening the packadge. I catiously take my shirt off and immediately lay down covering my pudgy tummy.
Liam pulls my shorts off without warning making me squeal a bit. He places the icy hot down my back, centered on my tailbone to help relieve pain.
"There you go I'm so sorry baby, it won't happen again"
I sniffle a bit thinking about him laughing at me but I shake it off.
Liam scoops me into his arms and I lay there, in only boxers. I think this takes a tole on him because Liam's eyes grow dark again again his large hand trails down to my thigh, rubbing. I jump off him wincing still.
"No you are not getting any today!!" I point at him frowning. Liam pouts.
"Why not?"
"Because you don't deserve my kisses" I huff. Liam rolls his eyes enough to show that's he is clearly not amused.
"I get kisses whenever the fuck I want princess" he snaps. Oh. I back away a bit flinching away.
Liam loses his hard shell right when I flinch looking as his own hands his eyes full of sadness.
"Please don't be afraid of me Zayn" He begs pulling me into a careful hug. I know he wont...at least he hopefully wont.
"I know, I'm sorry just.the whole gym thing" I wave my hands whilst explaining.
Liam steals a kiss from my own parted lips pulling away grinning.
"So lunch?"
