Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Chapter 6

DON'T LOSE HOPE!

Angie

Can it be?

I try to look again but he notices me looked. He looks at me and smiles, even winks. It's a big disappointment, it's not the Harry Styles, it's just some random dude, well considering he doesn't have any tattoos on him. I really thought it was Harry Styles. The curly winking stranger the left with his brunette friend who was weight lifting a couple minutes ago. I was alone in the training room, just running on the treadmill.

I took a long thirty-minute break by just sitting there on my phone the whole time texting Savannah.

Me: I'm in the gym right now and for a second I thought I saw Harry Styles, cause a guy looked like Harry. Anyways I think I'm hallucinating.

Savannah: DON'T LOSE HOPE!

Me: I met a new gal btw.

Savannah: Oh who? She better not replace me :P

Me: No one can ever replace you Savi. Her name is Allie Taylor, she's from LA. She recognises me, it's a bit weird. BTW HARRY IS IN LONDON WHAT WHAT!

Savannah: Well durh, your parents are pretty much famous! ARE YOU SERIOUS? SEE DON'T LOSE HOPE!

Me: Jeez OKAY I WON'T! :)

Savannah: As much as I want to text you and even FaceTime you right now, I'm in our gym at school and I'm about to pratise with Tyler ( -_- ) so can we just talk afterwards?

Me: LMFAO have fun! Ttyl babes x

I put my phone back in my bag and grab my wallet and run to the lobby and buy myself a Gatorade from the vending machine. I can't believe I didn't get one on the way to the gym earlier.

I go back to the training room and find a guy wearing a white work out tank top and black shorts with a bandana on his head, it looks like the American flag. That dude is running pretty fast.

I get on the treadmill next to him and put my Gatorade on the cup holder and press play on my iPod. I don't mind the guy running, which ironically smells really good.

I put the level to 8.0 which is really fast I'm practically sprinting. Not noticing the guy beside me who's starts to slow down and just walks. I notice the guy keeps looking at me and smiling. I take a quick glance and my eyes widens.

It's fucking Harry Styles. Harry Styles is beside me, smiling, smirking at that. I am in the same room as the guy I've adored since his XFactor days. I cannot contain the fan girl inside me. Chill Angie, just freaking chill. Don't freak out, you'll scare him my subconscious says. I begin slow down and start walking, eventually turning the treadmill off. I look at him and smile. I take my earpods out,

"Sorry did you say something?" I reply and he chuckles.

"I said, you're a sprinter." Holy fuck his voice!

I can't believe the Harry Styles is talking to me and I'm just here on the treadmill trying to act cool and pretending now to know him. Well in fact inside, I'm a screaming psychopath.

"Oh thanks. You're pretty fast yourself too!" I compliment back and he gives me his iconic dimple smile, might as well jump off the glass window in front of us.