maid in the am

29.

Sweat is dripping everywhere, mixing together. Up and down, up and down; I watch his head bob while the sweat pours from his face. I move up, meeting him and slamming my limbs onto his. I can't let him see me struggle, he'll make fun of me forever, I have to win. I can't believe we're even doing this, but Mark insisted that working out with a partner yields better results. I mean, I guess I can't really argue with him because I am pushing myself to the limit so I can maintain my pride. He's pitted us against each other too, a real mastermind, clearly seeing we are extremely competitive with each other. Mark has us doing a "reach-and-touch plank" which is where we both have to hold a plank, facing each other and tap alternating shoulders. Niall clearly does not like this exercise very much, but its very similar to the ones that I usually do on my own so I am not phased. He finally caves, and drops down to his stomach in a heap. I slowly lower myself down, and can't help but laughing even though it sends searing pain through my abdomen that I just stressed. He huffs and puffs, grimacing in pain before he gasps at me, "Shut up! I just have bad shoulders, I would win in anything else!" I can't help but laugh more, making myself even more uncomfortable. I am interrupted by my phone blaring at me from across the room. I rush over to answer it, and excuse myself into the women's locker room section of this deserted place. It's just Mel calling, but I still want to get away so I can actually have as second to breathe. She's immediately talking my ear off as soon as I answer the phone:

Wow, you've done so well at keeping the numbskull occupied that it hasn't been hard to plan this party at all! You have to get him there tonight though, and make sure he's still out of the loop, I don't care how you do it, but just get him there! Also, sorry I am setting up all day today so I can't get a pedicure, is everything fine though? 

Fuck, I totally forgot about his birthday party, and his birthday in general. I mean, its not today thank god, but Mel is having the party early as a surprise. I respond, "everything is good Mel! Thanks for reminding me about the party I low key forgot, but I will get him there. Just text me the address, and time you want us there. Also, could you do me a huge favor and give me Niall's dad's number?" I say, planning a perfect gift for Niall as we speak. She agrees and hangs up the phone to text me. I open it, and send out a text to his father before returning to Niall and Mark. Niall has decided to make himself very comfortable, and removed his shirt. He's glistening under the light as he has Mark stretch out his shoulders. God, why does he have to be so hot? He has to be making me uncomfortable like this on purpose because I rejected him last night. I decide to do the same, if he's going to toy with me I can play those same games too.  He and Mark both look at me astonished, and Niall's jaw drops a little. I just smirk at them and demand, "What's next?" Mark laughs at Niall, and then shows us what were supposed to do next. He makes me lay down on the floor with my legs up in the air, and has me grab onto Niall's skinny ass ankles while he stands over my head. Then, Mark places a resistance band around the bottoms of my feet, and hands each side to Niall. Oh great, I'm going to have to fight him to get my legs up and down. "Enjoying the view?" Niall asks in a mocking tone, while shaking his ass above me. "Not as much as you are, I bet" I retort, fighting the resistance band and Niall's arm to press my legs down. This one is killer, its hurting not only my legs, but my abs again as well. I refuse to let either of them see my pain though, and soldier through the 20 reps Mark forces me to do. He then makes us switch, and Niall grasps my ankles with his clammy hands. "Wow, why are you so clammy? Are you nervous that you wont be able to do as many as I could?" He stares up at me, then looks at my butt and responds, "I'm more nervous that you may fart on me!" he teases and erupts into laughter. I do not find it so amusing, and I am also a little irritated that he was looking at my butt. He does his reps, and Mark finally lets us go, deciding that he has kicked our asses sufficiently. We're siting in the car, both shirtless, and sweating our asses off. I reach over, and smack his arm and he gets very upset at me, "That was for being rude to me" I say. He looks at me and giggles a bit, "You gotta admit it was funny though, and I had to say it what did you want me to say? I'm nervous because you have a nice ass? Because I was thinking that" he looks at me but not in shame like I expected. He stares me down with a look of defiance and an overall persona of cockiness, and I have never wanted anyone so badly in my life? Like I want to jump over the front console and make out with him? What the fuck? He laughs at my agape mouth, and takes my silence as his cue to start the car as he speeds away. Jesus Christ, he looks even sexier than usual right now because all of his muscles are bulging. I guess exercising brings out his testosterone more so than usual, and I am loving it. God, I have to compose myself, and get him to go out with me tonight. How the fuck am I supposed to do that after what happened last night? This is going to be harder than it should be, but maybe not if I play my cards right. "Ok, you owe me now" I blurt out. He responds, "Ha! What for?" I stare at his fucking beautiful sweat glazed face and deliver my lines carefully, "For both of those comments, you owe me. So now I get to choose something, whatever I want, and you have to go with me. No bitching, no complaining, and no questions. Be ready at 7:25 tonight." He looks at me, I imagine the same way I was looking at him earlier, and with a fire in his eyes he mumbles, "Fine."  With this, we pull up to the house. He goes to take a shower, and I go to do the same in my bathroom. I walk in and take my pants off, and throw my shirt in the hamper. I go to turn the water on but immediately turn around. There is a gigantic ass spider in my shower. I run out without thinking, and I'm in the hallway standing there like a shit head in my bra and underwear. I turn and of course Niall has to walk out of his room right now. His eyebrows raise, but I dart back into my room before he has the chance to say anything. I grab some pants and throw them on quickly, before running back out. "I'm so sorry, theres just a giant spider in my shower and I panicked and I ran" I blab to him, still standing there with his face in a state of shock. "I mean, you don't have to apologize, its not like it wasn't a nice view," he pauses with that damn smirk on his face again, "you're welcome to use my shower if you'd like." He finishes, and I nod in agreement. I gather up some clean clothes and then go to take my shower in Niall's bathroom. I shower quickly, and when I get out I check my phone. Niall's dad has gotten back to me with the information I needed, and I have to get the things ready for his gift. I join Niall in the kitchen, and say, "I'm headed out, I need my keys please. I may be a while so don't worry about me, and I'm going to get ready for tonight when I get back so don't bother me, but wear something presentable and comfortable." He throws my keys over to me and responds, "Geez, what got into you? You're acting like my boss" I just smile and walk out the door.