Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Workout session Part 2

"Hazza, you're doing it wrong!!!" I laughed as he attempted to do another pose using the gym ball.

He huffed childishly and said: "You know what? This is not my thing, I give up..."

He drank in full gulps some water from his bottle, his sight never leaving me.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing." He smiled mysteriously, dimples showing.

He started doing some pushups afterwards, pumping his biceps and sweat dripping down his face. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. I was doing some side crunches near him, feeling my abs straining and hurting, loving the pain as I knew I would be getting the results I want in no time.

After a while, Harry called my name and when I looked up, he was sitting on the gym floor, legs splayed out.

"Y/N, c'mere. I need some help for a second."

"Sure thing, babe." I replied and went up to him.

"Lie down for a second, kitten. Yup, just on the floor."

I was a bit lost and confused but I did as told.

Suddenly, Harry's figure loomed over me, his hands placed on either side of my ears, and my legs in between his. Some of his curls fell down his face, blocking part of his eye but not his huge grin plastered on his face.

I gently push the stray curls away and tucked them under his ears. I knew what was going to happen next and my heart was fluttering like butterflies trying to escape the cage that is my ribcages.

He leaned down, his biceps withholding his entire body weight and his face came as close as 5 centimeters to my face. I instinctively kissed his soft and slightly damp lips and he returned the gesture.

I know this sounds cliché but every single time our lips touch, I feel like I'm in heaven, body weightless, floating higher and higher.

Harry broke the kiss and did another set of pushup. Soon, we're familiar with this regular rhythm, this constant tempo and my heart look forward to the next time he comes down on me.

"I," Harry whispered spontaneously after another break of a kiss.

Another break. "Love,"

"You." And another.

Harry must've done about a hundred pushups, but it only felt like 30-40 and my lips crave for more. I could sense his weariness and felt sweat dripping down his bare chest to my crop top and my face is now mingled with his and my sweat from before, not like I'm complaining.

My hands came up to his now wet chest just before he was about to do another one.

"Stop, baby. Don't push yourself too much, this is more than you could handle in one shot." I concernedly advised him.

He obediently obliged and he landed right next to where I'm lying on the ground. Loud pants were heard and I worriedly look at him while he just wrapped one arm around me, then two. He ended up lifting me up and letting me rest on his body, my face facing his sweaty one, my body resting on his strong and firm abs.

"Y/N, you are my motivation. Sometimes I feel like I just couldn't go on much longer but every time you're near, I just, I just... You just make me want to do everything I'm scared of, everything I hate, everything I'm not sure about. You keep me going, keep me strong and the only person who have this effect on me."

"Harry, I just feel so appreciated right now and I have no idea I have this effect on you. I love you so much, baby. You are my motivation too. Sometimes I get scared and sometimes I doubt myself and our relationship but every single time, you manage to talk me through and you actually inspired me to keep going and never give up."

"Huh, so I guess this motivation thing is mutual?" He said thoughtfully, a huge smile on his face as he stared at me adoringly.

I nodded and giggled as a response.

"So let's motivate each other together in this relationship, hey baby girl?"

"Definitely," I assured him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips.