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Gym Flow ;)

Niall: You’d just finished a sweat-filled, muscle-aching workout, and as soon as you were done, you’d collapsed to the floor. Once your breath had smoothed out, you took a look around. An elderly lady on the bike… A couple running in place together… Your eyes focused on the corner, where a guy in an extremely low, extremely revealing tank top was lifting weights. ‘Damn,’ you whispered. His muscles, shiny with perspiration, rippled as he flexed. He bobbed his head in time with the music playing in his ear buds, and when he was done, he ran his fingers through the dirty blonde quiff in a way that made you want to strip his shirt off and kiss his red lips then and there. Of course, at that moment, he noticed you staring. You waved awkwardly. He chuckled, waving back, before sliding off the bench and coming toward you. “Enjoyed the show, babe?” You blushed, and he stuck out a hand, winking. “Im Niall. May i have the name of my lovely admirer?”

Harry: “Babe, I don’t want you going to the gym anymore.” You turned back to him, confused. “Why? I thought you liked that i was working out?” “I do! Im really proud of you, but…” Harry pouted, “I don’t like the way those guys look at you when you’re there.” You grinned, walking up to your boyfriend. “Aw, is my little Harold jealous?” Before he could protest, you pressed up to kiss hi .He curled his long fingers across your cheeks, giving into you, and when you broke apart, he seemed just a little less concerned. “Im yours, okay, babe? And i promise that if any of the guys tries to lay a finger on me, ill go ninja on them.” You displayed an over exaggerated karate kick. He laughed, kissing you again. “I love you, crazy,” he said, smiling. “I love you too, Haz.”

Liam: “I don’t understand why you had to create a personal gym, Liam! Management had plenty to offer, and you chose the basement of your house?” “It’ll make sense in a minute. Just c’mon and do as i say.” You quieted down as he led you to the entrance of what you called ‘the cave.’ It was dim, and it was cozy, and now it was filled with exercise equipment. He told you to lie down as he tugged off his t shirt. “You are such a cheesy boy, you know that?” you said, but it didn’t stop you from blushing. Liam just shrugged, hovering over you. “I needed inspiration,” he whispered, before coming down to meet your lips with his. “You can do a lot of these, yeah?” you murmured happily. He answered with another push up, and another kiss.

Zayn: “Wait, you’re my trainer?” You looked almost disbelievingly at the hot piece of human displayed in front of you. “What were you expecting, love?” “Well… I guess a middle-aged woman in a matching exercise outfit that’ll yell at me with a smile that im pretty sure was whitened to perfection and pasted permanently.” His eyes twinkled in amusement. “Sorry to disappoint, but Im afraid im not any of those things. I do, however, want to train you and get to know you better. You seem like a fine lady, Y/N.” Fine lady? Was he flirting? You forgot about it for a while (exercise tends to do that), but you were certain it was true when you emptied your bag that night. ‘Meet me for lunch tomorrow? Id love to hear more about your wonderful ideas.’ xxZayn, along with his phone number. Who knew a gym was the perfect place to meet a gorgeous guy?

Louis: “Oh yeah, Y/N, work that ass! Get moving! Don’t give me that look, you still have two more rounds for time!” He blew a whistle, causing several stares to direct themselves toward the two of you. You groaned. “Louis, there are people here!” “I know! Im not blind, thanks.” You smacked your forehead with the palm of your sweaty hand. Five minutes later, and you were done, a mess at that. “C’mere and give me a hug, Boo,” you said. “Wait, my hair-” You smothered him with a sticky embrace, and the look on his face gave you immense joy and satisfaction. “Revenge is sweet,” you grinned. He smacked your bum lightly, pulling you to a private restroom. “You are going to get it,” he muttered, locking the door.