35 - Push-up

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by dearharold

by dearharold

Hi guys, I know some of you won't even read this but I'm starting a new fanfiction called 'Night Sky' and it's about Harry and a girl messing around and being on a road trip, so it would mean a lot if you could check the prologue out? ily x
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PUSH-UP

"100 push-ups? No way, you're too weak." I tease Harry who sits next to me on the bed while we are watching TV. Harry turns his head to me and raises an eyebrow. A grin forms on my lips as I wiggle with my eyebrows, challenging Harry without words.

"You think so, baby? Wanna bet?" Harry smirks and comes closer. His lips linger above mine, only touching them when he speaks. I can taste his breath and I'm resisting the urge to close the space between us.

"Go on." I tell him and Harry kisses me, longing and with such a force before he climbs off the bed and positions himself to do the push-ups. I scoot to the edge of the bed and watch him doing the first twenty without any problems.

"You know, baby, we didn't talk about the reward the winner is going to get." Harry reminds me grinning and looks up to me, strands of his curly hair fell into his face and he tries to blow them away.

I move down from the bed and sit in front of him, leaning my back against the edge of the bed. I lean forward to stroke his hair out of his face.

"If I see this right there are still 80 push-ups missing, you little wimp." I tease him and Harry furrows his eyebrows but the expression in his eyes tells me that he got the joke.

"Do not call me that."

"Well, where are my 80 missing push-ups then?"

"You just wanna see me work out, huh?"

"Maybe," I say and scoot closer to him, "Maybe I think you really hot when you work out," I say and my fingers travel down his bare arms, "and when I see your muscles through your shirt," I continue and move my hand down his shoulders, "or even better, without a shirt."

"Fuck, baby." Harry says and gives his push-up position up to pull me closer and kiss me. He sits in front of me on the floor but wraps both my legs around his waist, his hands are buried in my hair.

"I've won the bet." I tell Harry against his lips and he shakes his head, "Yes, I have. You did only twenty and our deal was 100."

"Damn it!" Harry laughs and I can feel his hands under my shirt, rubbing little circles onto the bare skin of my waist with his thumbs, "Next time I need more motivation."

"And what do you have in mind?"

"How about a kiss after every push-up?" Harry asks and pecks my lips again.

"I could also ask your personal trainer—" I start but Harry silences me.

"I don't need yelling. I need motivation," Harry tells me and kisses along my jawline, "and you, baby, keep me going."

i don't even know. I've gotten inspiration from an imagine I read a while ago on instagram (?)

comment and vote maybe?