Mr. Styles. (l.s)

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sorry I haven't updated in a few days, got a bit sidetracked with work and family ):

"Coach styles?"

Louis quickly slapped his hand over Niall's mouth and moved them behind the wall swiftly, hoping that the man hadn't heard. Lucky for him, Mr. Styles was too consumed in his training that he had everything else in the room tuned out, focusing on just his own breathing.

Niall swatted Louis's hand away with a slight glare. "Mate the hell was that for? It's just coach. Maybe he could give us tips for training don't ye' think ?" Louis only shook his head and signaled for Niall to shut up again by placing his hand over his mouth, again.

"No shut up. I don't want him knowing I'm out of shape. And I don't want his help." Louis whispered in a slightly harsh tone before he sighed. "I want to prove my worth to him. Not show him that I'm clearly not in shape enough to run with his team." Niall just nodded and smiled a small apologetic smile before patting the smaller boy on the back.

"S' alright Louis. We can just go to the field and run laps if you don't want him to see-" Niall started back before being cut off.

"Nonsense. I never said I didn't want to be here. Just don't want his help s'all. So if he asks, if in tipity topity fucking shape, yea?" Louis smiles before walking toward the treadmill and Niall nods, letting out his famous quirky laugh before following.

The two ran on the treadmills at a steady pace, Louis pushing through the burning in his thighs as he ran more after overworking his legs already once today. The hour they ran, the small boy couldn't help but steal glances at his coach.

Louis found hisself unable to peel his eyes off of the man after a while. His white shirt was sticking to his sweaty back, basically see through, and Louis could see the way the muscles on his back tensed with every punch he threw at his trainers pad.

For a while, he actually didn't think he'd ever be able to look away, his eyes trailed down the mans body and back up, nearly bulging out when Mr. Styles turned around and drank some water. The man was basically drenched in sweat and now water as he poured some on top of his head to cool himself off. He had his eyes closed, but Louis didn't. His eyes were wide and trailing back up the mans body, biting his lip as his eyes stopped at his torso. He was so fit. No he wasn't any body builder but he had abs that was just visible and tattoos. Tattoos galore and Louis just wanted to kiss and run his fingers on all of them. Mr. Styles was a pure god. He was perfect and Louis wanted him. No. He needed him. It was evident from the tint forming in his shorts.

That's what it took to break his trance too. He almost  fell on the treadmill but caught himself and glanced down at his shorts. "I-uh I'm actually g-getting really tired can we go? Now please?" Louis chokes out, trying to catch his breath from the scare he just had and the unholy sight across the room who was also known as his coach.

Niall nodded quickly and stopped, stepping off and walking toward the door, Louis following with his hands lightly placed in front of him, trying to make his hard-on less noticeable.

The only time Mr. Styles actually noticed them was when Louis stepped off the treadmill. His eyes widened at the young boy, not even realizing anyone else was here and watched as he and Niall walked off toward the door. He noticed his hands covering his front and furrowed his brows some, confused before his eyes traveled to the boys plump ass. He quickly turned away, cussing under his breath at himself for falling for it again and internally slapping himself in the face. He can't keep looking at the boy and feeling like this.

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