Arranged with Style.

52

I was sitting in the car with Harry as we made our way to the gym. It had been a few weeks since the visit to my parents house, and Harry had been going to the gym non-stop.

The purpose was for both, his job and to train. In all honesty, I totally forgot Harry even worked at the gym because of all the hectic things going on. But anyway, it's not like he really needed to prepare for the fight with Johnny, I was positive that he was going to win, but you can never be too sure.

It's not like the purpose of the fight was to win, it was to occupy Johnny and get on his nerves in order to get his confession.

The scheduled match was approaching faster than I thought and the anxiety I had over it wouldn't seem to go away.

I tried to shake off the feeling but it always seemed to return. Harry asked what was making me so anxious, but I always blamed it on the rush of wanting my leg healed. He didn't really question it, but I knew he knew that wasn't the case.

We arrived at the gym and made our usual routine of getting in and prepared. Harry always has a private room in the back, so he easily saunters past everyone, but not without getting a few gawking glances from multiple women.

I noticed this and quickly grabbed his hand as we walked and he pulled me closer, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

As usual, Harry sets his bag down on the bench I was sat on and starts his training with some cardio. I never had much to do at the gym, so whenever I came I usually fiddled with the equipment. Sometimes I would see how many times I could lift a really heavy weight, and others I would bounce on a yoga ball to keep myself entertained. I would also fiddle with my phone, or attempt to hypnotize myself with my grandmother's watch.

Speaking of the watch, I hadn't let it out of my sight since she gave it to me. There was no way in hell I would lose that after the whole speech she gave. I also really wanted to take care of it, so when I got home that day, I immediately took some cleaner and cleaned it a bit since it had dust laying on it as well as a few stains.

Harry obviously thought I was being dumb for cleaning it. He said something along the lines of, "Don't stress over that thing, I'll just get you a smart watch or something." Or he'd say, "You'll look stupid carrying that thing around, no one even uses those anymore." and so on. But he obviously didn't know the sentiment behind it, so his comments went in one ear and out the other.

There was no one else in the private room besides us, so it was very quiet with the exception of the music Harry decided to play in aid of his workout.

I couldn't do much at all so I laid down on the bench and began playing a game on my phone. Harry didn't mind as he was fully concentrated, but he surprised me when he came over and stuck his hand out for me to grab.

I looked at him questioningly and took his hand where he led me to a mat on the floor.

"I need your help, hold my feet while I do some sit ups." He says and I nod, sitting on his feet, facing to the side with my burnt leg stretched out in front of me.

He does some sit ups quickly and when I wasn't paying attention, he gets up and hovers over my body after pushing me down onto the mat.
"Need some motivation, baby." He winks and begins doing push ups over me.

I roll my eyes and giggle as I watch his concentrated face go up and down. He leaves kisses on my face a few times and I gladly accept them before smiling widely.

Harry finishes up with those and moves on to the punching bag. His punches are full of force as he jabs at the bag with his limbs.

To say he didn't look hot would be a lie. the sweat glistening on his skin as his muscles rippled in his arms. And the fact that he was on top of me a few seconds earlier didn't seem to seize the thoughts in my head.