I waited impatiently for the bread to pop out of the toaster. After what felt like ages it shot up and I picked it up. I immediatly dropped it on the counter to stop from burning myself. I spread the butter and jelly on then shoved it in my mouth. I was hungry, okay? I heard the front door open and slam close. Harry looked around before spotting me in the kitchen.
"I have a suprise for you," he said excitedly.
"What?" I asked and took another big bite of my toast, not caring if I looked like a pig.
"You'll see," he smirked mischeviously. He made himself at home on the couch while I got dressed. I put on denim skinny jeans and a gray v-neck and of course my black converse. I pulled out my black zip up hoodie and put it on.
"Are you ready finally?" Harry asked jokingly.
"Please, it took me like five minutes to get ready," I rolled my eyes and headed for the door. I fixed my ponytail in the mirror on the way out.
"I love how simple and cute you always look," Harry complimented.
"Don't you mean boring and unnattractive?" I kept my head down out of habit as I made my way to his silver Audi.
"No, I meant what I said the first time. At least you don't wear pounds of makeup and showy clothes."
"You can't tell me you've never dated or at least hooked up with one of those girls," I said and slid in the car.
"Yes, I can actually. I'm not one of those guys that just goes around and hooks up with randoms," he said as he started the car.
"I didn't say you were, but you haven't at least dated a girl like that?"
"I have some dignity," he said and rolled his eyes. I felt guilty for assuming stuff about him. I slumped down in my seat and stared at the scenery as we drove to only God and Harry knows where. I don't even know why I assumed that about him. He looked super sweet with a soft look in his eyes. But with his white tee, leather jacket, dark jeans, and tattoos, he looked a little dangerous. He didn't act like one of those guys. I don't know why I assumed that in the first place. "We're here," he sighed and hopped out of the car.
I didn't even realized we'd stopped. I looked around the old one story gray building. There was no sign or windows, just double glass doors. We walked in and I saw two rows of treadmills of to one side and in the other corner there was and empty desk.
"A gym?" I asked confused, then looked down realizing I didn't have the appropriate clothes.
"I'm going to teach you self defense," Harry said and walked through another door with what looked like a boxing ring in the middle. I was actually really excited about this, which is weird because I hate physical exercise. You should see me in gym class. Actually no you shouldn't. You'd be scarred for life.
"Here put these on," he tossed me a pair of basketball shorts. I nervously looked around, not knowing if he meant change out here. But the place is empty. Actually now that I think about it, the whole gym is empty. Even the parking lot. "Don't worry theres no one here, and I'll just turn around," he flipped around. I quickly slid off my skinny jeans and and pulled on the shorts. I was mid way through pulling off my hoodie when Harry slid his shirt off. His muscular back flexing while he moved. He bent down to take off his shoes and I snapped out of my trance. I pulled my hoodie off the rest of the way and threw it on top of my skinny jeans on the floor.
I was okay until he turned around. His carved abs and tattoos almost causing me to drool. Dear god help me. "So, first we'll work on your punches, making your arm strong. We'll work on strategy and speed later on," he said and jumped in the ring, completely oblivious I was staring at him. I followed him in the ring and faced him. He gave me a pair of gloves and helped me put them on properly. He kept his hands over my gloves, in no hurry to move them. I slid my eyes up and realized just how close he was. His gaze was fixed on my lips, making me nervous. He started leaning down, slowly starting to close the space between our faces.
