Daring Fantasy

Chapter 2- No blood, just Sweat and tears.

      It had been a week, and London life was treating Ronnie well. Nothing to complain about, definitely better than her dark past. She was getting used to Starbucks, J and Mitch were really nice to her, and they were patient when showing her how to make all the drinks. There was a few she had trouble with, one of which was Harry's Chai Latte. Once they finally convinced her to leave the bathroom, she was extremely embarrassed but they both looked concerned and explained to her the nature of Harry Styles.

     Harry was the most reviewed plastic surgeon in London. He worked on celebrities, and made an unthinkable amount of money a year. He was dark, and cold. He was a womanizer, photographed with different girls at formal occasions, helping them in to cabs the morning after. He was rude and curt, always coming in at the same time, ordering the same thing, and never warming up to J and Mitch.

      She tried not to dwell on it, heading to the gym she had just joined. Working out was one of her favorite things, curves ran in her family a little more than necessary, and running was one of the things Ronnie did to relieve stress, it only benefited more that it kept her with the perfect amount of thickness and curves. She'd never liked stick girls, and she swore she'd never been one. Thick and curvy was always better, and she was committed to staying that way. She entered the gym and went straight to the treadmill, plugging in her earphones and blocking out the world.

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Harry walked back into the gym from the bathrooms, pushing his curls off his forehead and wiping off sweat. Although he was a plastic surgeon, he liked to keep himself in shape naturally, and worked out as much as possible with his busy schedule. He went to the elliptical, slowly sipping his water. As soon as he stepped on he noticed a girl a row in front of him on the treadmill.

   Harry watched the women as she  ran. Working out was always a turn on, even though her burgundy hair was in a bun, all falling out as it bounced, Harry wanted her to turn around so he could see if her face was as beautiful as he imagined. On second thought, maybe he didn't want her to turn around, he stared at her ass as she ran, stretching her spandex shorts. He scanned down to her thighs, a perfect size, and down to her shoes. He was completely entranced by her, barely paying attention to his exercise. As her shirt began to stick to her body, making Harry fantasize in his mind, she slowed down to a walk.

    When she hopped off the treadmill, moving towards the water fountains to fill her sports cup, Harry couldn't help but follow. He changed his pace so that he was nearly next to her. As she bent over to get her drink, Harry stared, noticing the way the shirt clung to her sweat, which was no doubt a sickly sweet mixture. He didn't even notice dropping his own water bottle, or her turning around and picking it up for him.

  "Here you go" she said, still reaching to grab the water bottle. Harry planned a way to approach her in his head, to seduce her with a quick conversation, and end with her sprung out on his bed. He snapped back into reality and cleared his throat, making her look up at him. His judgement clouded for a moment, wondering where he had seen the woman, before her eyes filled with recognition, and she blushed a shade almost burgundy like her hair. Harry couldn't forget that petrified gaze, it was the girl from the coffee shop.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Styles, I didn't realize it was you." Ronnie said quickly, swallowing deeply, her flush growing more as she noticed his arms, tattoos splashed across them, toned and tan.

"Of course, fucking Boston" Harry murmured under his breath, barely recognisable to Ronnie.

   "Uhm, I'm sorry I didn't hear you, what did you just call me? and why of course?" Ronnie said, gaining the confidence to  question this man.

"Oh.. uhm, the accent, it's uhm, Boston. I don't know, but I said of course, as in of course my day could get worse, I'm surprised you're picking something up for me instead of spilling coffee and ruining my clothes" Harry said, quickly and coldly. He didn't even recognize his words, sure, he was an asshole and he knew it, but this girl hadn't done anything wrong. She had cost him an Armani suit, and a trip to the dry cleaner, but it was no difference to him, and this time she hadn't done anything.. so why did he just say those words, causing tears to prick her beautiful hazel eyes again.

  "Right, Mr. uhm, Styles, I'll just go then, sorry." She muttered, nearly running past him and out of the gym.

   Harry left shortly after, going straight home, taking a shower, and crashing into bed. He had a busy day tomorrow, two surgeries and a consultation, more millions to earn. Usually his thoughts before sleep were of the countless women he'd bagged in this very bed, so he wondered, why, after his cruel words and actions, he was thinking about that girl. He knew he'd be too proud to apologize when she saw him tomorrow at the coffee shop, and he knew she'd probably do something else to piss him off anyways. However, as he drifted to sleep, his last conscious thoughts were of that damn Boston coffee girl.

RONNIE'S GYM OUTFIT

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