Work rolled on much faster than usual and before I knew it I had ate my dinner and I was getting ready to go to the gym, much to my dismay. Usually I would be curled up on the sofa right now with a cup of tea, preparing to go to sleep. I hauled my bag on my shoulder and weaved through the crowded streets of London. I found the backstreets from last time and quickly walked to the gym due to now being alone and down alley ways. Relief washed over me when I arrived at the gym, like it was some sort of safe haven. As soon as I walked in the receptionist which I met yesterday dropped a collection of keys in my hand.
"Give these to Harry, bye." The skinny brunette collected her bag and coat and locked the door to what seemed to be a back office.
"Where are you going?" I asked curiously, and also not wanting to be left alone with Harry.
"Home, It's my time to clock off." She dismissed herself and left the gym. I looked at my phone, I was early, but at least I wasn't late, like Harry warned me not to be. I rested my bag on the top of the receptions desk and walked up and down the gym until Harry walked in, exactly 3 minutes early.
"Good evening." I greeted my trainer with a smile. Instead of his hair being in a little ponytail today he was sporting his hair being pushed up. He didn't even look up at me, he just dropped his bag right next to mine and walked over to the treadmill. I followed and stood on the treadmill, knowing thats what he will want me to do. Harry attatched the cord to me and started the treadmill at a jogging pace.
"Look I'm sorry about what I said yesterday, I didnt-" I tried to dig myself out of the awkward hole but it was futile, especially since Harry already turned up both the speed and the hill size. I shouldn't even be the one apologizing, he's the one being rude. He stands infront of the machine so we are face to face and his arms are draped over the monitor, both hands beside the speed and hill size dial.
"So you think I'm an arse hole?" He asks and slight smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. How can this be what makes him actually be slightly nice to me? I want to defend myself but I can't because I am so breathless. "Ill take your silence as a yes." He chuckles so darkly as he turns up the speed dial. I must look so stupid, waving my hands in the air trying to signal that that is not what I meant, even thought we both know I did.
"No" I pant repeatdly and he snorts in laughter. He walks over ot my bag and gets my water, then pouring it into my mouth. I nod when im done and he pushes the stopper down with his teeth.
"Why would you say I am then, Abbie?" His long fingers flick at the hill level, putting me up 2 stages. My face squints in pain and through being tired. I always knew I was unfit, but I haven't even been running 10 minutes and I feel as if my legs are about to buckle. Harry knows I cant speak and is taking advantage of me to make me feel weak, well its working. "See, I am just pushing you, which you actually pay me to do, so why would that make me an arse hole?" He puts my speed up a few more levels. I didn't even know a piece of machinery could go this fast. I struggle to keep up, but as much as it physically aches me, I do. He pours more water in my mouth and I feel it a bit fall down my chin and onto chest. Harry's thumb presses down from the corner of my mouthand follows down the trail of water, and his thumb lingers on my chest for a second too long, but I don't remove it, nor do I seem as if I am acknowledging it.
"2 more minutes, push harder." He shouts as he walks over to the other side of the gym and I can hear him clapping his hands together. His mood seems to have got better since he has been trying to annoy me and make me feel awkward. The 2 minutes feel the longest of my life, but true to his punctuality, he stops the machine exactly 2 minutes later. I pant and he walks over to the rowing machine where he shows me how to use it. I like this machine, its a lot less demanding.
