I enter the gym and go sit down. I usually get here before Harry so I decide to check my phone.
Harry walks up to me.
" hey" he smiles.
"Hi" I smile
"So what's up?" He sits.
"Nothing." I smile.
Harry gets a text and opens his phone.
He reads the text and groans.
"Ugh."
"What's wrong." I ask.
"Derek is going to be late and he said to warm up."
"C'mon it will be fun." I say getting up.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
"Getting you warmed up." I giggle.
"Why can't we just sit."
"20 push ups." I point to the floor.
"Your very fond Of that command." He laughs. I try to keep a straight face.
" Lay down." He commands.
"Why"
"Just lay down." He commands.
"I don't know." What is he doing
"C'mon don't you trust me." He laughs.
"I guess." I huff.
I lie down and he towers over me. He pushed down. Kisses my lips and says one. I giggle. He does this for about 20 push ups.
"Done." He gets up and helps me up.
"So tonight, dinner?" He asks.
"Yeah sure , where?" I reply.
"How about my house? I can pick you up at 7?"
"Yeah." I smile.
"Great." He nods
Awkward silence.
"So, what else do you do to warm up?" I ask.
"Lift weights. Sit ups. Small run." He shrugs.
"Well..... Do sit ups." I suggest.
"Noooo." He whines.
"Fine." I go and sit down where I was before.
"So I will see you tonight."
"Yeah." I smile up at him.
"So what are you up to today?"
"Absolutely nothing." I say. I had no plans ever really.
"Do you want to come over after I train?" He says very excited.
"Will there be crackers and juice boxes?" I act really excited like a little kid.
He smiles and blushes.
"But yeah sure." I laugh.
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It gets to 7 and I am ready. I was wearing leggings and a cute shirt. I was just going to his house not a fancy restraunt.
The doorbell rings and I go to answer the door. Harry is there dressed in jeans and a black shirt with a jacket.
"Ready?" He asks.
"Yeah." I smile as we walk to his car his arms wrap around my waist and kiss my cheek.
"You look beautiful." He smiles and kisses my cheek.
He opens the door to his car and I get in. We drive to his house witch is about 3 minutes away.
We get to his house and he opens my door. We walk into his house to see a nice table with food. He really went all out.
"Wow, it's beautiful." I look at the table.
"Thank you." He smiles and pulls out a chair for me to sit.
For dinner we had an amazing chicken with vegetables mad just talked about our childhoods and how he got into boxing.
We get up and he leads me to a couch and a screen for movies. We sit down and he puts a movie in.
"Mean Girls?" I question with a smile.
"Yeah, remember when you were here a couple days ago, you said you loved it." He smiles and sits back down. He takes his jacket off also.
" you remembered?" I smile.
"Yeah." He smiles.
We watch the movie and are cracking up.
The movie ended and we are sitting on the couch.
"What do you want to do now?" I ask.
"What would you like to do?" He asks.
"Im tired."
"Then go to sleep." He then yawn.
"Then drive me home." I begin to get up.
"Sleep here." He pulls me back down.
"Harry." I whine
"Sleep."
"No." Why does he want me here.
"Why?"
"Because this is your house."
"Yes and this is my couch and that's my tv." He laughs.
"I.."
I am cut off my being lifted bridal style.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Sleep." He whispers.
"I will not sleep in your bed." I state.
"I promise I will keep my hands to myself." He laughs.
"Make a line down the bed, no trespassing on my side." I am placed down.
"Yes ma'am." He chuckles and gets pillows and lines them up so the bed is split in two.
"What should I wear? I should just go home." I begin to walk out of my room.
His arms wrap around my waist to prevent me from walking away.
'Nooo." He whines.
"I have shirts , shorts, sweaters anything." He stands up.
"Fine." I sigh.
"Just pick anything. From the dresser or closet." He motions for me to get clothes.
I go into his closet and get a sweater. I go to his dresser and get pants. I go to the bathroom and change.
I walk out of the bathroom to see Harry changing.
"TV?" He asks and sits on the bed.
"Yes!"
"Any show in particular ?"
"No." He turns on a show and I lay my head on his bare chest.
"Goodnight beautiful." He whispers and kisses my head.
I soon drift in to sleep.
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FanfictionHarry Styles Professional Boxer 20 Years old Every match, for two years, he has won. She showed up about 2 years ago. He didn't know her name. All he knew was that she was good luck. Every since she showed up he has never lost. Even if she was...
