A/N: read authors note at the end pleaseeeee
"I'm not going." I cross my arms over my chest, raising my eyebrows slightly and pursing my lips together while my back leans against the counter. I'm not going to the gym, I hate exercising.
"Why not?" Harry asks me, mimicking my actions making me narrow my eyes slightly at him. Not only do I hate exercising, but I'm sore from last night due to Harry's... rough actions.
"Just because." I shrug, the oven beeping. I actually made muffins this morning. I set heat pads on the table before slipping a glove on my hand and pulling the trays out of the oven and set them on the table.
"Because why?" He asks making me sigh. The muffins smell delicious, my stomach grumbles.
"Just because." I repeat myself, rolling my eyes and grabbing a glass from the cupboard.
"Just come with me, you don't have to exercise, I just want you to be there." Harry coaxes, I think it over in my mind. I could go, it sounds extremely sexy to watch Harry work out, and he's not making me work out... I shrug, having made up my mind.
"Fine, I'll go." I sigh, filling my glass with milk. I'm taking my phone, though, just to make sure no one texts me...
"These muffins smell divine, by the way." Harry pinches my ass walking past me causing me to flinch. I feel his hot breath on my neck, his next words sending chills down my spine. "But I could think of other things to eat." He playfully nips my earlobe, moving around me before I can swat his chest. "By the way you should get on birth control." He says, sitting down and grabbing a muffin and peeling the wrapper off of it. I breathlessly laugh, shaking my head and rolling my eyes at the look on his face when the heat becomes to much.
"Why?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. The condom hasn't broken yet, thank god, but I suppose it wouldn't be the worst idea, just in case.
"Because I want to feel you." He says casually but butterflies erupt in my stomach. I sit across from him, also grabbing a muffin.
"I can make an appointment later." I shrug, peeling the wrapper off my muffin. Harry scoots his chair closer to mine, his hand trailing up my thigh but I quickly swat it away, looking up at him with a small smile on my face. "Someone's feeling frisky this morning." He laughs, throwing his head back. I feel warmth rise to my cheeks, smiling slightly. God I love him.
*****
Inside the gym we walk down a hallway, a man a little older than Harry walking up to us. "Hey, Haz, haven't seen you in ages." He gives Harry one of the manly hugs. "Who's this lovely lady?" He asks, his eyes flicking to me. Harry's arm wraps around me, pulling me in to his side.
"This is my girlfriend, Pam." He smiles. "Pam, this is one of my friends, Michael." I hold out my hand, he takes it, kissing it. I flush, Harry stiffening slightly beside me.
"Nice to meet you." He smiles at me, I return it, nodding.
"Likewise." I let go of his hand.
"Why don't you go sit over there baby." Harry flicks his head to the table by the wall. I nod, he kisses my lips before I walk over to the table and sit on it, pulling out my phone. The smell of testosterone not having adjusted to my nose yet.
Harry bandages his hands before punching a bag. I watch for a few minutes, watching the way his back muscles contract every time he takes a swing at the bag. The way his feet are planted on the floor and sweat starts to form on his forehead. I smile slightly, tweeting a picture and captioning it as 'Spending time at the gym today with my gorgeous boyfriend @Harry_Styles'.
