Well I have plans for us all to go to dinner after the gym so I need to shower and get dressed so shut up,I said.Finally we reached the gym and believe me I took off like a shot.I was ready.I ran into the locker room quickly and I threw on my shorts, sports bra, tank top, and sneakers then I hit the running track.I briefly saw the boys as I made my first turn around.I smiled I had forgotten how good it felt to run and not under any other circumstances.I made it 20 laps around the track getting a good 5 mile run.Then I decided to hit the bag and I grabbed some cloth to wrap my hands and I slipped my hands into a pair of black boxing gloves.I smiled with pride it was my first time in the ring for several years I had at one point been an experienced fighter and boxer.I threw a few punches at the bag but I kept hitting it and I literally didn’t realize that I had punched it hard enough to make a few seams split and have stuffing started seeping out.Whoops!I then grabbed the edge of my tank top and peeled it off my body.It was literally drenched in sweat but yet I continued throwing punches at the bag in my sports bra.Then I felt a cool hand wrap itself around my waist.I pushed the hand away and ignored it and kept throwing punched thinking it was some asshole trying to hit on the hot girl in the ring who was wearing nothing on top except a sports bra.
Take it easy on the bag babe or it might be dead before your done,Zayn said kissing along my neck.I shook my head and I chuckled a little.I should have known it would have been Zayn.
You should put your tank top back on babe or someone might mistake you for a hooker and I wouldn’t want anyone touching my girl but me and I just might take you tonight,he whispered hotly kissing up my neck finding my sweet spot just below my ear.I let out a small unnoticed moan as he sucked at the skin and then nipped in lightly with his teeth.I smiled but then I pushed him away before people could start staring.
I haven’t been in the ring in forever I don’t remember myself being this good or let alone that fast on the track now lets see what I can do on the bike,I said pulling out of Zayn's slight grip on my toned waist and stomach.I quickly pulled off the gloves and tossed them with my bag and I unwrapped my hands.I took a look at them they were beat red and dripping sweat and blood.Jesus Crist I never remember being in the ring long enough that when I unwrap my hands they are bleeding.I just shook my head there is nothing wrong at least not to me but to Zayn and Louis there’s something wrong.
Julia babe whats the matter,Zayn asked.I again just shook my head hoping he would just end it.But of course not.Zayn reached around and grabbed one of my wrists spinning me to face him.My other hand flew up to his chest.But his face said it all when he saw my hands dripping blood.
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Twit Talker (One Direction save a life story)
FanfictionHey I’m Julia, but everyone just calls me Skits or Twit Talker.I’m 17 years old, I stand 5’ 6 1/2”, long/short fire orange hair, born in Bradford, with smokey gray eye’s.That’s at least how I describe myself.So that is all there really is to tell ab...