Behind the Glasses

Gym day

"Wakeee up" I hear a familiar voice whisper in my ear as a finger pokes at my face. I groan.

"Allyyyyyy" he whines, "I have to get to the gym today and you're gonna make me late!" I still lie there, not moving or making a sound.

"Don't make me do it...." He says and I can tell a smirk is plastered on his face by the tone in his voice.

"what are you gonna do ti-" and im interuoted when two large hands start to tickle my sides.

"HARRY ST-" I say in between breaths..."STO-"

"I'm not stopping to you get up...."

"IM UP, IM UP, IM UP!!!"

"That's what I thought..." He says with a smirk getting out of bed. When I finally look at Harry, he has his jeans back on over the boxers he wore to bed.... But still no shirt. (And I'm not complaining)

"why'd you wake me up soo early?!" I whine and he points to the clock behind me. I roll over.... 2 o'clock. "Oh... My bad!"

"Yeah... Your bad." He says laughing sitting on the edge of the bed, "I have to get to the gym."

"No..... " I whine again laying back down, resting my head on his lap.

"Yessssss" he says mocking my tone, moving strands of hair from my face, "you can come... I mean if you want."

"I'd love to, I could use some exercise myself" And I smile grows on his face.

"Alright well lets get dressed and we can stop at our houses on the way."

"Okay" and I hop out of bed pulling on my jean shorts and shoes and grabbing my stuff. I look up and Harry's still staring at me, "what? Go put on a shirt, lets get goin!"

"You have my shirt on still...." He says and I look down, sure enough.

After I give Harry back his shirt and put on the shirt I was wearing the previous night at the party, we head downstairs. We say our thank yous and goodbyes to Taylor before gathering the presents from my party and leaving, heading to my house first.

"Hurry up!" He calls to me as I hop out of his car running straight upstairs quickly and quietly so I don't wake my parents, who are probably still sleeping from their tiresome night shift last night.

I change into some Nike running shorts and a tank top, throwing my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. I quickly wash my face and brush my teeth just to make me feel a little bit fresher then I did two seconds ago. I put on some deodorant and my tennis shoes before grabbing my iPod and earbuds and head out back towards Harry's car.

As soon as my door closes Harry is zooming down the street, "Woah there speedy. Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"I'm supposed to be in the gym in 15 minutes and we still need to get to my house to change my clothes and get my gloves."

"Gloves?" I look at him questioningly, "oh right... You box, I forgot."

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"I have to go train over there." Harry says pointing to one side of the gym, "The treadmills and lift waiting machines are in that room." He says pointing to the a different part of the gym.

"Okay, well I'm heading this way...." I say pointing to the treadmills.

"Okay, you know where to find me if you need me." He says smirking before we head in our opposite directions.

I run for about 30 minutes but I'm just not in the mood. I'm too tired and I am NOT a runner. Maybe I can just go watch Harry... No that's creepy. 'He doesn't need you up his butt while he's trying to concentrate ally!' My conscious tells me, 'plus your all sweaty and nasty looking!' Wow.... Thanks conscience. So I sit on one of those sitting bike machines taking out my phone, scrolling through Instagram as my legs do the work for me. 10 minutes later and I realize I'm just sitting here, I don't even remember when I stopped my legs but nether the less they have stopped and they are done for the next week.... (I DO NOT like exercise)

Well it's been about an hour since we got here, I'll just go to that little waiting area... Harry won't mind. I walk out of the treadmill room and into the gym heading towards the lobby but i notice Harry out of the corner of my eye and I can't help but stare.

His shirt is soaking wet with sweat making his perfectly chiseled torso, covered with tattoos visible. His curly, quiff-like hair he had this morning is now wet and matted to his head. I watch him and the punching bag, every hit so precise.

"He's good, huh?" A male voice says from behind me.

"Yeah, he is."

"Hi, I'm Mark.... And you must be Ally." He says shaking my hand, "I've heard alot about you... You're all he talks about you know." And I can feel the warmth of the blush creeping towards my cheeks as soon as the words leave Mark's mouth.

"Yeah, Harry's good but he wimps out too early... There's an easy fix to that though, I'll be right back." He leaves walking over to Harry tapping him on the shoulder and whispering something in his ear. While Mark is whispering into his ear, a panicked yet furious look comes over Harry's face and his eyes dart in my direction.

The look in his beautiful green eyes change from exhaustion to fury in seconds. Soon Mark steps away, giving Harry a nod of approval and that's when Harry goes insane. I mean I have never seen him hit anything this hard. The punching bag is constantly swinging back and forth but that doesn't slow him down. Surely if that was a human, they would have been dead minutes ago, the thought sends chills down my spine. Harry is till punching and gives one final punch unlatching the punching bag from the ceiling, sending it flying backwards towards a wall, leaving a dent.

"YES! That is what I'm talkin about!!" Mark yells clapping his hands together like any proud coach would do.

Harry's chest is increasingly rising and falling at a rapid pace, the beads of sweat dripping down his arms and face, and then his eyes meet mine again. This times hey are filled with hope and joy, yet the fury is still there, deep inside... Somewhere.

"Awesome work today Harry, give me 75 push-ups and your free to go."

"Bu-" Harry starts but mark gives him a stern look, "fine."

"Wanna do me with me?" Harry asks me, taking off his gloves.

"Ummmmm"

"You don't have to do all 75..." He states, giving me a pleading look.

"Okay!" So we walk over to the mats, laying down and begin doing push-ups counting together.

"1"

"2" and I lay onto the floor watching Harry as he does a third.

"Hey you stopped already?!"

"Yup" I say rolling onto my back and that's when Harry climbs on top off me. "Ewwwww your sweaty!!" I say trying to push him off me.

"That's what you get, but now you can be my inspiration." He says placing a hand on either sides of my face, doing a fourth push-up kissing me when he reached my face. "Only 70 more..." He says with a wink.

"If you only have 70 more then you would only be doing 74..." I say doing the math in my head.

"I know, I like to be a rebel sometimes." He says laughing. He goes down for the fifth push-up and I turn my head just as he's about to kiss me so that his lips meet my cheek.

"Hey!" He says.

"Hay is for horses..." I say and he gives me the dumbest look you ever seen. Then I get a bright idea... "Hey can you do those push-ups when you clap?"

"Yeah, watch" he says and when he goes up to clap I quickly ninja roll from under him, getting up and running away. "Oh that's it, your getting it." He says with an evil smirk running after me.