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"What are you wearing?" He asks and takes a step backward to look at me.

"Yoga clothes." I shrug.

I remember the last time I wore yoga pants in front of Harry and the crude remarks he spoke and those yoga pants weren't as tight as these.

"Turn around." He says and looks around the hall to make sure we are alone.

'What? No."

"Tessa, turn around." He says again.

"I am not doing that." A group of basketball players walk through the door to our right and Harry rolls his eyes in defeat. I can't help but smile at his annoyance.

"Well what are you waiting on? Lets go." Harry says, pulling me down the hallway.

He makes it a point to walk slightly behind me and I suddenly want to go back to the tenth grade when I would tie a sweater around my waist to hide myself.

"You are going to need to get more of these pants." His voice is quiet.

I laugh lightly and grab his hand to force him to walk next to me instead of behind me.

"You aren't seriously taking yoga." No matter how hard I try to picture Harry posing, the image just won't come.

"Yeah, I am."

"You do know what yoga is don't you?" I ask him as we walk into the room.

"Yes, Tessa. I know what it is and I am taking it with you." He huffs.


"It doesn't matter why, I just want to spend more time with you." Harry says.

"Oh." I am not convinced by his explanation but I am looking forward to seeing him in yoga class and the extra time with him doesn't hurt either.

The instructor is sitting on a bright yellow yoga mat in the center of the room. Her curly brown hair piled on top of her head and her flower print shirt make a good first impression.

"Where is everyone?" Harry asks me as I grab a purple mat from the shelving unit on the wall.

"We are early." I hand him a blue one and he examines it before tucking it under his arm.

"Of course we are." He smiles sarcastically and follows me to the front of the room.

I begin to lay my mat down directly in front of the instructor but Harry grabs my arm to stop me.

"No way, we are sitting in the back." He says.

"What? No, I always sit in the front." I argue.

"Exactly. We are sitting in the back." He repeats and takes my mat from my hands to head to the back of the room.

"If you are going to be grumpy you shouldn't stay." I whisper to him.

"I am not grumpy."

The instructor introduces herself to Harry and I when we take a seat on our mats and Harry claims that he knows she is high which makes me giggle.

I begin to grow annoyed as the room fills with girls in tight yoga pants and tiny tank tops that all seem to glance or stare at Harry. So far he is the only male and if another doesn't show it will be rather irritating. Luckily Harry doesn't seem to notice the heaps of female attention he is receiving, either that or he is just very used to it, that has to be it. He gets attention like this all of the time. It's not like I blame the girls but he is my boyfriend and they need to look elsewhere. I know some of the girls are looking at him because of his tattoos and piercings, they must be wondering why the heck he is taking a yoga class.

A thin blonde lays her mat directly next to Harry and she smiles at him when he looks over at her. She blinks a few times and looks down, obviously smitten by him.

"So what do you want to do tonight babe?" I ask loudly, making sure she can hear me.

"What?" Harry asks.

"What are we doing tonight when we get back to our apartment?" I emphasise the words to try to get my point across.

He glances over at the girl and looks back to me with a smirk covering his face.

"Hmmm.. I don't know, I may be busy." He taunts me and I scowl.

"Teasing." He smiles and shakes his head, obviously amused by my jealousy.

"Okay everyone! Let's get started!" The instructor calls through the room.

She introduces herself as Ms. Laney and gives a short speech about why and how she got into teaching yoga.

"She is never going to shut up is she?" Harry groans after a few minutes.

"Eager to pose are you?" I raise my brow.

"Pose what?" He asks.

'We will begin with a few stretches." Ms. Laney instructs.

Harry sits still on the floor while everyone else mimics the instructors actions. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time.

"You are supposed to be stretching." I scold him and he shrugs but doesn't move.

"You in the back, join us." The instructor calls Harry out.

"Erm.. sure." He mumbles and uncrosses his long legs and stretches them in front of him before attempting to reach his toes.

I force myself to look towards the front of the room and away from Harry to prevent the laughter that is fighting to surface.

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