Working it out

Chapter four

Harry POV

Swiping my way in to the gym, I was looking forward to a good work out to try clear my mind and get some sleep. With nothing better on offer I'd headed to the gym for an hour or so, it was either this or hit the bar and I know which one is better for me! I can't believe I'm stuck in this boring town over night. Hopefully the snow will ease off and we can still make the concert, but it's not looking very likely. Smiling, I think about how much I've loved this tour. Finally feeling like my own sound is really being heard and appreciated. As much as I loved One Direction and the fans, it's been nice to really settle in to an older, more mature audience lately. You can only cope being a boy bander with teenage girls screaming every time you blink for so long.

Looking around in the near darkness, I try and spot a treadmill, running a few miles is just what I need. I drop my bag a and look about for a light switch. Over to my left I see the back of a woman, she appears to be folding washing or something. Hopefully she'll know where the lights are, I think to myself. Walking over, it never crosses my mind she might not hear me coming, I haven't exactly been tip toeing about, so when i touched her shoulder and she screamed I'm not sure who got the bigger fright!

Her phone dropped out of her hands and to the floor with a loud crash, next thing I hear a male voice coming out of it "oh baby, oh baby..." wait, what? Is that...? I look up at her, feeling completely puzzled, one glance at the horrified look on her face is enough to make me laugh. Poor woman is mortified to be caught watching clips of me. "Sorry, I didn't meant to startle you"I say. "Uh, that's ok" she says without making eye contact.

She's pretty. Really pretty. Not in that Victoria's Secret skinny model way either. But natural, genuine. Her hair is dark brown, thick and straight. Its tied up in a messy bun but I think its probably quite long. Her face, currently has very pink cheeks, but also lovely clear blue eyes, full lips. It would be such a cliche to say she has curves in all the right places, but as I look down at her picking up her phone on the ground, I see she really does have the sort of body I love. Tall, shapely. Mum would call them 'child bearing hips', I think of them as great hand holds! Her body looks rounded like she can enjoy a pizza and beer night, but then knock out a good work out in the gym the next day. Maybe this town has got more potential than I thought?

"What the hell re you doing here?" she demands, but somehow the grumpy words coming out of her flushed little face just seem cute, and I laugh. "I thought you lot were known for being friendly over here?" I ask. Not sure why she's cross with me, she's the one watching inappropriate YouTube clips while at work, I should be offended she's was watching that video and treating me like nothing more than a piece of meat! Before I have a chance to get indignant in return, she sticks her hand out to me "Oh I'm so sorry! Let me start again! Hi, I'm Zara...and you are?" I cant help but guffaw loudly at this "Your phone suggests you know exactly who I am!" she pulls her hand away and looks at me with those wide eyes "What were you watching??" I keep looking at her, waiting for her to reply. There is something captivating in her glance, I feel myself getting drawn in. I obviously wasn't alone in the feeling, she gives her head a slight shake and finally replies "Sorry, what?" "I asked what you were watching?" "Oh, that, uh um, nothing?" as tempting as it is to continue to tease her, the hopefulness in her expression makes me give up "Ok I'll let you away with it, I actually just came to see if you could switch the main lights on for me. Please?""Yeah, sure, I guess. Sure". She spins around and walks off, and I'm left wondering what just happened.

As she walks past me, I hear her sniff. Did she really just smell me? I've read plenty of fan accounts from meeting me, they often mention how I smell, and to be fair it's something I've come to take real pride in! I sure am glad I showered when we got to the hotel earlier, hopefully she likes the cologne Mum bought me last Christmas. It has quite a vanilla tone to it but both Mum and Gemma assured me it's good. As tempting as it is to call her out for sniffing me like a truffle I get distracted buy watching her walk towards the switchboard. I can't help but notice her back view is just as appealing as the front, maybe more so. That ass is well rounded, fleshy, a good shake to it as she walks. I don't try and stop the thoughts in my head imagining what it would look like out of those skinny jeans, or how it would feel being grabbed by my hands...Now who's treating who like a piece of meat? I quickly walk towards the treadmill as the lights flicker on. She's looking quite busy fussing about over there but I feel an urge to get her to look at me one more time.

"I really am sorry I scared you, I'll just work out and leave you to it. Thanks again...Zara wasn't it?" I call out. I hear her inhale and she turns to me and replies "It's fine, honestly. Enjoy your workout and let me know if you need anything." 

Oh Zara, you think you're embarrassed now? Id love to see what shade of pink you would turn if I told you how you exactly how you could help me.