Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Thirty One

Hi guys! Just wanted to say that this chapter is kinda crappy so I want to apologize for it in advance :/ sorry!

My gym wasn't the standard gym with multiple treadmills, bicycles, weights, or ellipticals. It had a few of them, but it was mostly for personal training. There were huge and heavy tires that burly men were pushing around the floor. In the same room were also weights, bicep and tricep machinery to help tone those muscles, and bars used for chin ups. That area was mostly occupied by big men. The second floor was mostly for cardio. There were treadmills, tracks, ellipticals and bicycles. Outside was the pool used for laps and also a wave pool that helped train people to swim against the roughest conditions of an ocean. I planned on taking Harry to the basement where punching bags rained down from the ceiling and had a boxing ring in the center.

I waited in the lobby for Harry. Luckily, it wasn't crowded and those who were here didn't seem like fans of One Direction. So that shouldn't be a problem.

Two arms wrapped around my waist and a pair of lips kissed my cheeks. I instantly felt comfortable when my body felt familiar being held by Harry.

"I like those shorts." He whispered in my ear.

I spun around and wrapped my arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips. "I knew you would. Now, come on." I push myself away before I turned into jelly and didn't want to work out anymore.

"This place is huge," Harry followed me upstairs. "Not your standard gym."

"Nah. This one's more challenging. I like a challenge."

I was going to take Harry to the fighting ring after my normal work out. Although he was here with me and I had a plan behind it, I still wanted to do my normal routine. We ran five miles on the treadmill, walked two, and ran three more on the track for a total of ten miles. Then I took him back to the weight area where we pushed tires and competed against each other doing pushups and chin ups. Despite Harry's lack of working out, his endurance and athleticism was very impressive. He may have been more winded than me, but he was keeping up more than I thought he would.

"Ready for my favorite part?" I asked.

We were laying on the floor of the weight room, taking a tiny and well deserved rest. Our chests were rising up and down dramatically, taking deep and heavy breaths. Sweat glistened our arms and face which was also flushed.

"There's more?" Harry gasped. He placed a hand dramatically on his heart. "I regret asking to come here."

"Come on," I pulled on his arm to stand him up. He reluctantly gave in and followed me downstairs to the basement area.

The room was dimly it in the concrete area. No one was down here. Just the two of us and the sound of our sneakers skidding and echoing off the floor. I led us to the shelves of gloves and face masks and handed Harry a blue pair of gloves that would cover his knuckles. I slipped on the red ones.

"What are we doing?" Harry asked while looking around the room.

"Fighting," I said bluntly. I walked to the center of the boxing ring. The floor was a blue mat to break our fall. There were four black poles sticking out from the floor with three lines of red rope connecting them to create a square for us to fight inside. I crawled through the ropes and stretched out my fingers.

Harry looked at me incredulously. "I'm not going to fight you."

"Why not?"

"Why not?" He repeated and watched me closely like I just grew two heads or something. "I don't want to hit you. You could get hurt."