Harry Styles Imagines

06 ~ Motivation

••MOTIVATION••

"Like what you see, babe?" Harry smirks at me.

Harry and Liam wanted to go to the gym today and Harry asked me if I wanted to tag along. He literally was begging me, because at first, I wasn't really fond of the idea, but now that I get to see him working out, I'm glad that I came with them.

"You wish, Styles." I smirk back, but can't help and blush, embarrassed that he caught me staring.

He winks at me and jogs back over to Liam, putting on his boxing gloves. I have to admit; he looks very, very hot like this. He's shirtless, sweat glistening on his toned body, his abs perfectly shaped and with every time he hits the punching bag, the muscles in his arms flex. His curls fall into his face ever so often and he lets out heavy breaths, biting his lip every now and then.

"Hello? Hello, (Y/N)?" Liam's voice rings through my ears.

"Hm? Yes. What?" I ask and look up at him. He looks down at me -I'm sitting on a bench- and grins.

"What were you thinking about?" He questions curiously. "Were you dreaming about a certain curly headed guy? The one who goes by the name Harry?"

"Maybe?" I grin and feel my cheeks heating up. "But Harry doesn't need to know that." I warn him.

"Harry doesn't need to know what?" Harry himself asks as he stands next to Liam.

"Oh nothing." I assure him.

"So, we're about done here. We're just gonna have a quick shower and then we can head home, love." Harry informs me and Liam nods.

"But, wait. You didn't even do push ups." I raise my eyebrows.

"We're too exhausted. We did a lot of other things, though." Liam says.

"Oh, come on, guys. You should be able to do a few push ups." I raise a challenging eyebrow at them.

They both look at each other and shrug their shoulders, then turn back to me.

"Okay." Liam announces.

"Let's make this more interesting." I smirk. "200 push ups and the winner gets 20 bucks."

"200?" Liam exclaims. "We just worked out for 2 hours. Isn't that enough?"

"Come on, now, Payne. You'll make 200, won't you?" Harry smirks and crosses his arms over his chest.

Liam nods his head and I smile in victory. They both position themselves on the floor, already in a push up position.

"Okay..Ready...steady, go!" I yell and they both start to do push ups.

I sit down on the bench again and count the push ups. The first 100 go smooth, but at 120 they both slow down, panting and all sweaty.

"Fuck, (Y/N). Why can't we just stop now?" Liam lets out a shaky breath.

"Nah-ah-ah. But if you want to stop, you can do that and Harry's the winner."

"No way." He groans.

Their arms are shaking and I can see that even Harry, who was going at a faster pace at first, is struggling with continuing. An idea comes to my mind and I stand up from my spot on the bench. I kneel down next to Harry and slide under his body carefully, so I'm lying on my back and am facing Harry.

"I thought you needed some motivation." I grin up at him. He grins back, his dimples popping out.

"Thanks, babe." Harry goes down and pecks my lips.

He goes at a faster pace again, pecking my lips everytime.

"Not fair." Liam mumbles.

"You're all sweaty." I giggle and put my hand on the side of his face, ignoring Liam at all. "We're at 170, guys."

"Oh, fuck it." Liam groans. I try not to laugh and focuse on Harry. His eyes hold that special sparkle and the smile still lingers on his face.

"I give up." Liam lets out a deep sigh and falls down onto his stomach.

"I've won." Harry smirks and looks at a breathless Liam.

"You cheated." Liam argues.

"Thanks for your help, baby." Harry stops now, too and leans down to give me a real kiss, not just a quick lip-lock.

"Anytime." I mumble into the kiss.

"You still owe me 20 bucks, though." He winks and kisses me again.

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shirtless Harry's hot.