The Struggle •Unedited•

Chapter 19

"Get your ass up! C'mon, let's go!" a gruff voice boomed as they snatched the pillow from under my head and smacked me with it.

An inhumane groan muttered from my lips as I turned to my side to avoid looking up.

"I fucking mean it, Tomlinson!"

"Go away!" I hissed into the sheets.

Suddenly loud, repeating thuds erupted through out the house.

"What the fuck?!" Niall shouted groggily from his bedroom on the other side of the building.

I shot up frantically and saw Harry glaring at my lazy state. Knowing he got my attention, his hand stopped impacting the wall. He was dressed in a grey cut off shirt, baggy, black basketball shorts, and his hair was pulled back with a headband. Those intimidating toned arms were crossed over his chest.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I whispered harshly.

He scoffed as he grabbed the pillow in front of him and hit me once more, "I said we would start training today. Now, get up, get dressed. We're going for a run,"

My body slammed back down and I tangled myself in the sheets. It's too damn early for this shit. I wondered if Mason was woken by Harry's banging? He obviously woke Niall, but since he hasn't run in here afraid, the noise obviously had no affect over him.

"Fucking get up!" Harry groaned, aggravation clear in his voice, "You wanted to do this and you're gonna fucking do it!"

My eyes snapped open and the annoying bastard had a point. I basically begged and forced him to do this for me, so the least I could do is follow through. Also, how do I expect to win if I'm in the shape of an elephant.

Giving in, I swung the sheets off my sticky body and grumbled as I fumbled out of bed and towards the many boxes on the floor for a change of clothes.

Mason and I were already sleeping at Niall's and he manged to get a couple of boxes over here, as well.

Finally slipping into some lose shorts and a white t-shirt cutoff, I managed to find a headband and copy Harry's exact style. He chuckled and lead me out of the house after I kindly asked Niall to take Mason to school.

Harry's Range Rover was parked right beside my shitty Cadillac. Surprisingly, seeing my raddy car next to his extravagant one gave me the urge to work harder and go for the money.

I began to jump around as if pumping myself up for the heated workout that awaits me. The sun still hasn't risen but I could peek out the orange tint forming the outline of the sunrise.

"So how many miles we running? 2? 3?"

Harry scoffed and forced out a loud, fake laugh. "No...6. Now get going,"

My eyes widened and I felt a hard shove on my back which gave me a head start in front of him. My balance stumbled and the gravel beneath my feet flew up in a small dust cloud.

"Balance, Tommo! Your stumble just proved that you need a shit load of work done!" Harry shouted behind me. His footsteps sound heavy and fast as they follow.

It was a fresh morning, but from the first 3 minutes of running I could already feel the thin film of sweat forming across my forehead.

"Where are we running to?" I huffed as I began to run out of breath.

My mouth inhaled and my nose exhaled. Still, this didn't stop my side from feeling pain. Fuck. I'm out of shape.

"The gym and back!"

Well, fuck. Will I even be able to make it without passing the fuck out?

Harry's tall frame jogged passed me, an amused smirk plastered across his face.