tighty whities -- niam

two

i'm changing views because i do what i want. (translation: i feel like the word 'i' is used to much.)

niall woke up the next morning with a huge smile plastered on his face. it was saturday, meaning he didn't have to do anything except eat and sleep. pure bliss.

and then he remembered that he's supposed to go to the gym today and nearly began sobbing. he slowly crawled out of his blanket heaven and began dressing in his workout clothes. afterwards, he brushes his teeth and combs his hair into a messy quiff. he grabs his keys from off of his nightstand and walks downstairs.

"zayn, are you awake?" niall peeks into zayn's bedroom to see him sitting on his bed on his laptop, probably looking up recipes on pinterest.

"i'm going to the gym, i should be back in a couple of hours."

"okay, have fun! don't pull a muscle!" he whispers.

"why are you whispering?"

"loui-" he was cut off by a raspy voice on the other side of the room.

"will both of you shut the hell up?" louis.

hmm, louis doesn't usually spend the night anywhere without harry... niall thinks to himself.

zayn gave him a look that read "i'll tell you later."

he quickly nods and waves at zayn and walks out of the house, hopping into his car and driving to the gym.

once he arrives, he parks his car and walks up to the doors. for the third time, the distinct smell fills his nostrils.

the time sheet for a personal trainer is on the wall, and niall's session begins in three minutes. once again, he flashes his membership card at the receptionist and walks towards the training room. opening the door, he is greeted by a friendly smile.

"hey! you must be niall," he says. "i'm simon." he shakes niall's hand and almost breaks his hand in half.

"nice to meet you," niall flashes a smile.

"we're gonna start today with cardio, so we'll head to the main gym for the treadmills." he walks out of the private training room door and walks to the treadmills. niall follows closely with his eyes on the ground, not wanting anybody to notice him, and grunts when he runs into a hard surface.

"hey, stranger," he looks up to see liam, the same guy from the grocery store. niall noticed sweat dripping from liam's forehead and biceps.

"h-hey, what are you doing here?" mentally face-palming himself for asking such a stupid question, niall flinches.

"well i thought i'd go by the candy store, but it looks like i'm lost." he winks.

niall chuckles before simon calls him over.

"i gotta go," he says. "i'll see you later."

niall quickly turns and walks towards simon, thankful that he didn't have to talk to a hot and sweaty liam any longer.

"twenty minutes, starting now," simon says, pressing the start button.

ha. i bet you guys thought liam was gonna be the personal trainer. jokes on u.