Liam:
You were suppose to be working out on the treadmill but you couldn't take your eyes off your boyfriend lifting the wieghts with ease. "You know babe, the point of going to the gym is to exercise not stare at people" Liam teases, sticking his tongue out. His expression quickly changes to one of worry, "not that you need any exercise, you're perfect the way you are" he adds quickly, careful not to hurt your feelings or make you self concious. You kissed his cheek in reassurment and he quickly smiles in return as you make your way to the treadmill again whilst Liam continues with the weights. You yourself had suggested to go to the gym with him because of how ridiculously unfit you were but you hadn't considered the fact that Liam was so attractive here. Your eyes trailed to his flexing biceps, "I'm more than happy to just laze around and watch" you shrugged, slowly walking on the treadmill. He flexes his muscles even more if that was even possible, just for your benefit. "In that case, I wish you would've let me pay for your membership here so you're not wasting your money to just come here and watch" he grumbled, adding a worrying sigh. "Who ever told you that this wasting my money?" you laughed, as he let his worries slide, laughing along.
Niall:
You tiredly laid on the soft gym mat, completely exhausted from the 20mins workout. You let out a groan as you relax your muscles, looking up at your boyfriend. "Nialler, remind me why are we doing this again?" you grumbled. "Because you ordered me to make you do this or else you will, and I quote, 'chop my balls off with a sledgehammer' and frankly, I'm quite attached to my balls and I might want to have kids some day" he says. You cover your face with your hands, laughing slightly, "little Niallers" you mumble as you continue to laugh, drowning the loud noise coming from the people around you. You squirm as Niall pokes your side multiple times to get you up and running. "Fine, twenty more sit ups and I can stop right?" you clarify. He nods happily, "and if you do thirty I'll buy you a cookie from the bakery on our way home" he adds. You look at him more closely before speaking, "isn't that kind of drowning out the fact that I actaully exercised since I'm just gaining the weight I lost back?" you questioned. "Well, I don't care" he says, leaning forward to give you a short and quick peck on the lips, "And I don't think you care all that much either" he adds, raising his eyebrow at you. You laugh once again as he holds your feet properly and you start counting down all the sit ups.
Louis:
"Come one" Louis grumbles, continuing his work out at the same pace as the trainers on the exercise DVD. "Look..." he mumbled, out of breath looking at you, "I didn't even want to do this but you forced me so you wouldn't have to do this all on your own but now I'm the only one actually doing it" he huffed, taking a sip of water from the bottle. It was a 100% true, you made him do it so you would feel less dorky and Louis cannot make fun of you for looking as foolish as you did when doing the exercises. But when you caught sight of Louis work out the moves and dances the girls on the screen were doing and really getting into it made you lose it. You collapsed on the sofa in laughter, clutching your aching stomach from laughing so much. "Come one babe" he complains once again, grabbing your hand and pulling you on your feet once again. "I can't do this, I'm just going to keep on laughing at you" you chuckle, wiping the tears off your face. You try again, completely failing to get in the right rhythm of the exercise. "It's easy. Like this" he instructs, moving behind you and placing his hands on your hips, helping you find your rhythm. He leans in closer as he mimics the trainer's annoying voice, "That's it. Work it girl. Shake that booty." The next minute you have both fallen to the ground, rolling around the floor in hysterics.
Harry:
"Harry, stop it will you" you scold as quietly as you can, as Harry splashes your face with water once again. You groan as you reach the shallow end of the pool and head out of it. You sat at the edge of the pool, your feet being the only thing submerged in water as you huff, tired from all the swimming. "swimming from one end to another is boring" he whines, pulling you into the water once again, making a big splash, causing people to stare. You threw an annoying look as he pouts, wrapping his arms around you, looking as cute as a button with the damp curls hanging off his head. "I'm not the one who suggested it Styles. I just said I wanted to start exercising" you tease, splashing water in his face. "I only suggested it because you said you felt stupid going to the gym, and it was a good excuse to get you in a bathing suit" he smiled cheekily. You push him away playfully as you laugh, "Fine. I'll come on my own next time but now, I'll just race you to the other side" you said, taking off with Harry closely behind you. He quickly catches up to you, engulfing you in his arms before planting a sweet but passionate kiss on your plump lips. You quickly pull away as people start to stare and you swim to the other side and out of the pool, continuing the intimate moment somewhere more private. So much for exercising!
Zayn:
You decided that today would be the day you join Zayn on his morning run. What a big mistake that was. You stop for a second to catch your breath as your gaze was fixed on Zayn a few steps ahead. You huff and let out a groan and Zayn stops abruptly. He looks at you worriedly, "Are you OK babe? Did you get hurt or something?" he asks hurriedly. You shake your head and stare up at him. "You annoy me" you stated simply. He annoyed you because even after 5 miles of running, Zayn still managed to look flawless. He didn' t look tired or out of breath like you were right about now. He wasn't even bloody sweating and you were sweating like a pig. "What? Why?" he panicked, wide-eyed. You roll your eyes, "You're just too perfect". He scoffs, throwing his head back in a loud laugh. "I mean it" you said, joining into his laughter as he offers his hand out to you. You grab it lacing your fingers into his, perfect fit. You started to walk slowly back home, "you're suppose to look sweaty and tired and horrible after a long run but you don't and that is just not fair." "It's in my genes" he winks down at you and you once again roll your eyes, shaking your head, not being able to hold back a smile. "I'm never ever working out with you ever again" you vow with a nod, the smile still apparent on your face.
