Antisocial [h.s]

[twelve]

I sat on the floor as I took a break, my heart pounding as I panted. I wiped my forehead with my gloved hands. Liam doesn't understand that fighting and working out does help, he just thinks that my heart hammering would lead to my death but no, it's not caused by stress if I'm in the gym and stress is the thing that's been causing me so much harm.

A water bottle dangled in front of my vision and I looked up to its holder, seeing the familiar mop of brown hair accompanied by green eyes. He grinned at me and I smiled back, stealing the water bottle, unscrewing it and taking a few long gulps.

I set the plastic bottle to my left and Harry sat on my right. "What are you doing here? Your gym is a few streets over,'' I spoke curiously, still trying to calm my breathing.

"Well, my friend Felix wanted me to check out a very fit and skilled girl fighter. It was just luck that it happened to be you,'' he nudged my leg with his and I rolled my eyes. "He was right, though. You are fit and skilled. But I would like to see you in a match,'' he added and I shrugged.

"Felix decides my matches, I don't care as long as I get to fight.''

"Are you an adrenaline junkie or something?"

"Or something,'' I replied. "It's a metaphor, I'll explain some other time. Can I get back to hitting the punching bag?"

"No. Liam is wondering your wherabouts, he asked me if you were with me like ten minutes ago and I said yes even though you hadn't known it."

"And?"

"The gym is closing in like two minutes.''

"It's 9:30 already? Dammit.''

I moved my bangs back, the feeling of them sticking to the sides of my face due to sweat was quite uncomfortable.

"Why does Liam want to know where I am?" I mumbled, removing my gloves.

"Well you're usually in your room or buying pizza.''

"Pizza is good. And Liam acts like a father or an over-protective boyfriend sometimes even though he's only my cousin. Like, I get it, he cares, he worries but he doesn't need to know my whereabouts all the time, we don't live in the same house anymore,'' I ranted, probably boring Harry.

"He has good intentions.''

"Yeah, I guess,'' I trailed. "Well, I'm going to shower as quickly as possible, I'll see you later unless you want to get a bite to eat?"

He smiled at me and nodded. "Yeah, sure, I could always go for a late night bite.''

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Harry's POV

She is so damn fit. She stood up from the mat and I got a lovely view of her as she picked up the water bottle I had given her. She claimed she'd be out in 'at most' ten minutes, she'll probably take a bit longer but I couldn't care less as long as I got to hang out with her.

When she walked away I couldn't stop staring. She's beautiful. I really want to get a look at her ass though, it's like she's purposely teasing me, but if her ass is as good as the rest of her then it will be fit and really hard to avoid looking at. She's just so captivating and if she thinks she's ugly, fat, weird or anything I will have to do something to change her mind because anyone thinking that of her is insane.

I shook my head and stood up, making my way over to Felix who lingered by the front desk, probably waiting for the rest of the people to leave, there were about five people besides blake and I who were still here.

"Blake's a good fighter, right?" he asked me and I nodded.

"She's great. When are you going to book her a match? I'd really want to see her in a real one,'' I asked, hopping up on the desk, earning a look from the man telling me I shouldn't but he didn't care much since we were buddies.

"Wednesday or Friday, her fight last Friday got a great response, I hadn't expected her to win in the first round, it was insane,'' he told me and my eyebrows rose.

"She already had a fight? Against who?"

"Hilary.''

"What the hell?! Hilary barely loses. You need to book her a match and then tell me about it. I've got to watch her,'' I demanded and he smiled, nodding.

"Definitely.''

We chatted for a few more minutes till Blake emerged, looking refreshed and gorgeous as always with her backpack on her shoulders, black leggings covering her legs and my hoodie covering her torso, god I love it when she wears my clothes.

"Bye Felix,'' Blake told him and he said his goodbye before we exchanged ours.

Once we exited the gym, I took her hand in mine and smiled down at her, she blushed before intertwining our fingers.

"So, what do you want to eat?'' I asked as we roamed the streets.

"I've been making you eat pizza a lot lately, you choose,'' she insisted, nudging my side with her elbow.

"Well, how about we stick to Italian? I'm in the mood for some type of pasta. I made my mum make me spaghetti for so long till she finally taught me but nothing beats hers,'' I chuckled and Blake smiled up at me, I was about 2 heads taller than her.

"Italian,'' she confirmed, bobbing her head. "You don't talk about your family much, what are they like?"

I was about to make a remark about how she doesn't mention her own family but then remembered that they all died. "Well, my dad left when I was a kid, didn't bother me too much since I've always been a Mama's boy. My older sister, Gemma, torments me as if it's her job. I love my mum to death, she is one of the kindest people you could ever meet, she's just amazing, she's really beautiful too. My mum is dating a guy named Robin, he really is like a father to me, he's great, funny, treats my mum right, he's a good man."

"So would you say you had a strong female influence?" she asked curiously.

"Oh yeah, it might explain why I let you put mascara on me.''

"I really appreciated you letting me do that,'' she giggled, her blue eyes shining brightly up at me.

"I know,'' I breathed out jokingly. "The things I do for you, woman.''

I rubbed my thumb over her knuckles, the torn skin unaffecting me. "Well I have to socialize with you, it's the least you could do,'' she joked and I rolled my eyes.