Fighting Love (Liam Payne)

Chapter 2: Working Out

After my short shift I decided to go work out. I only worked from seven until ten but I was back on duty tonight from five to ten. I had to visit the top floor two more times during my shift: once to get the cart from their room and another to bring up some water bottles.

I decided to use my time to visit the gym. I needed to get rid of my frustrations. I was dressed in black shorts and a pink tank top with my hair up in a high ponytial. As I entered my sanctuary I was thankful that it seemed empty this morning. I started my usual routine over at the weight center. I did twenty bench presses and fifty reps on each arm with the free weights. Then I used the treadmill for twenty minutes.

I walked over to my bag which had my jacket, phone, and my two pairs of boxing gloves. I pulled on the smaller pair and walked over to one of the punching bag. I had my iPod in playing Won't Back Down by Eminem featuring P!nk. They were my favorite solo artists of all time. I was getting hot so I decided to work out in my shorts and sports bra, a regular occurance at a place like this.

After a minute or two of throwing punches at the bag, I was aware of three guys entering the gym. Two were super buff men who seemed in their late twenties dressed in all black. The other was my age and was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He started to stretch as the men in black looked around the gym.

I focused back on the punching bag and let the energy flow down my arms into my fists. I had some extra pent up rage from looking through old family photos before I left. I pulled back my right arm and hit the bag with all the force I could muster. "Dammit!" I cursed as the bag fell to the floor. The old chain holding it up had snapped from the force of my punch and there were two small holes present. One where the broken chain disconnected from the bag and another where I had landed my last punch.

I was pissed. Now I would have to pay Mikey, the owner for a new bag and I hadn't been finished working out. At least there was another punching bag across the room. I turned around and the two buff guys were staring at me, jaws dropped in astonishment.

"What?" I asked innocently. I walked over to my bag to get a quick drink before I resumed my boxing. I took my gloves off and set them on the bench.

The younger of the guys seemed somewhat familiar. He had just finished bench pressing a bar loaded with weights. He walked over to get a drink from the bottle on the other end of the bench. When he sat, I recognized him as one of the boys from the hotel that were staying on my floor.

He looked at me shyly for a moment before turning his head away. He seemed to be thinking hard about something. Then his face was set with decision. He walked over to me and sat down.

"I know this probably sounds strange but could I borrow your gloves? I forgot to pack mine ." he asked me.

"Well I'm not quite done with these but I have an extra pair in my bag. They're a bit bigger and would probably fit you better." I told him. "After you warm up do you mind some one-on-one?" I asked. "I haven't been able to fight someone in awhile."

"Sure thing, love" he replied. "It's been awhile for me too, I really miss it. Just give me five minutes to warm up," he said before walking over to the punching bag that was not destroyed by my fit of rage. He threw a couple of solid punches and I knew this fight was going to be a good one. When he was done we both walked over to our bags and pulled out our mouth guards.

"Just because I'm a girl, don't go easy." I told him.

"Okay, as long as you don't go easy on me for being a popstar." he replied.

"Really, and who might you be?" I asked in honest curiosity.

"Liam Payne of One Direction." he informed me.