tighty whities -- niam

intro

niall

i've never really been one to workout at the gym; i never really needed to. but then i had this glorious revelation as i was scrolling through tumblr that i need to completely change my lifestyle. so that's why i'm here, at the huge gym a couple of blocks from my apartment.

the smell of sweat immediately finds it's way into my nostrils when i open one of the giant double doors. i walk up to the front desk, where i see a very bored-looking lady. i show her the ID card i bought online and she nods at me.

"well, here goes nothing," i mumble to myself, approaching the treadmill.

*******

"how was it?" zayn asks as i open the front door.

"it was hell." i say as i toss my bag onto the couch.

"it couldn't have been that bad. you're probably just overwhelmed because it's so new."

"you don't even know! i don't even want to go again. it was so bloody lonely and boring!"

he thinks for a minute.
"maybe you should get a gym buddy?" he suggests, passing me a cup of tea. i sit at the counter.

"thank you," i say, referring to the tea. "and i've tried. nobody wants to go with me! calum hates the gym. luke, ashton, perrie and michael have hardly any time since they've started their band. louis and harry probably have enough sex that they don't need to go to the gym." i sip my tea, thankful for zayn's godly kitchen skills.

"well, what about a personal trainer?" he asks, sipping his own tea.

i quietly ponder his suggestion for a couple of seconds before taking another sip of tea. "maybe i should. yeah, i will. it can't hurt, right?"

zayn nods at me and places his empty tea cup in the sink. i quickly finish my own and place it in the sink next to my best friends'.

"i'm going to work. i'll stop by the gym after to look into a personal trainer. anything we need at the store?" i say, grabbing my work backpack.

"milk. and blueberries." he says.

"bye zayn," i say, closing the front door to our apartment.

this was really short but i swear things will get really long (wink wink) put on your seatbelts, babes.