Sweat is gross. Harry has been mean to me today. He's making me like workout and train with him and it's awful.

"Ok now this will teach you how to get out of being cornered" Harry explains what we are doing next as I try to catch my breath from the last thing.

"Okay. This has been great, but Jesus Harry I am not a fucking athlete" I cross my wrists on top of my head so my lungs can completely fill with air.

"We have only been doing this for like two hours" Harry chuckles sitting on the ground.

"This is the longest I have ever worked out in my entire life!" I groan and lay down on the ring floor.

"I think I'm dying" I mumble close my eyes.

"Fine I'll do some physical exertion." Harry sighs. I peak my eyes open and see him remove his shirt. Oh fuck. I'm going to cry. Harry is so fucking hot. Harry's eyes connect with mine as he catches me staring. I immediately snap my own shut. I can practically feel Harry's smirk.

"Not nice to stare love." Harry teases me.

"Not nice to start taking off clothes without a warning when you are very attractive." I say as sassy as I can.

I open my eyes and see Harry hovering above me. I jump slightly making Harry smile. Harry bends his arms in a push up position pressing his lips to my nose before straightening them again. Each kiss on my nose makes me giggle. After about 20 kisses all over my face I finally decide to connect our lips. Harry breaks the kiss to soon. Every kiss gets a little longer between each push up. Harry has given up with the whole push up thing. His body is pressed to mine, making sure not to crush me though.

His lips attach to my neck, sucking and biting and repeating. I moan in response. Harry pressing his hard on into me makes me take my fingernails down his back lightly scratching him. Harry reconnects our lips and starts moaning into my mouth. One of his hands find my hip as he squeezes lightly. Harry pulls back out of breath. His forehead rest against mine us both panting.

"Fuck" Harry breathes. I smile slightly. He lightly pecking my lips before rolling off me.

After a few moments of catching our breath I speak up.

"Are you going to put your shirt on?" I mumble starting up at the ceiling.

"No, I think I should show off what my girl just did to my back." My girl. Harry is smirking when I look over at him.

"Am I distracting you? It's quite warm in here" Harry tries to act innocent. He knows exactly what he is doing. Two can play at that game.

I shake my head no before rising to my heat.

"I think you're right though it's a bit warm in here." I grasp the end of my tank top lifting it over my head leaving me in a black sports bra and spandex pants. Tossing my tank top to the side. Harry's reaction is exactly what I want. His mouth wide open and his eyes are wide as they scan my body.

"Not nice to stare love" I repeat his words smirking. He quickly tries to recover by clearing his throat and standing to his feet.

"Let's go work on uh something else" Harry stutters. He helps me from the ring grabbing both of our discarded clothing. We walk back into the main gym again. I notice girls looking at him like he is some sort of piece of meat.

"Fucking assholes" Harry growls from beside me.

"What?" I mumble nudging him.

"All these dickweeds keep brain fucking you or undressing you with their mind whatever people say" Harry says angrily. I cover my mouth to stop from laughing.

"Did you just say brain fucking" I can't control my laughter any longer. I cling on to Harry so he doesn't leave me here in the middle of the gym laughing like an idiot.

"Stop making fun of me. You know what I mean"Harry pouts. I wipe the tears that formed in my eyes sighing.

"I know, I know." I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. Harry's arms automatically wrap around my waist. His touch on my bare skin sending tingles through me.

"Only you can brain fuck me" I giggle slightly. Harry chuckles shaking his head. That's the smile I adore so much. Those dimples are probably the cutest thing on the planet.

"That sounds like some weird sex position" Harry laughs. I smile as Harry kisses me slightly. We stare into each other's eyes just admiring each other. Harry puts his hand on my cheek. My eyes flutter close at the warmth of his hand. He gently kisses me before his arm wraps around my bare waist holding me close to him.

-

"How does this look?" I ask Harry through the computer screen. I'm adorn in a black laced dress and black heels. My hair is curled and my make up is natural looking. (Picture of her at the side or on top)

"You look beautiful as always" Harry smiles. I smile in response and sigh. His upper torso is bare and he is already in his bed. Harry is getting ready for a nap. I wish I could nap instead I'm going to a wedding.

"You're so lucky" I mumble sitting down at my desk. Harry furrows his eyes confused. Before I have the chance to answer I hear Eric before I see him.

"Loverr! Lover lover! You don't treat me no good no more!!" Eric yells/ sings as he walks into my room. A instant smile takes place on my face as I see my best friend of nearly 20 years. He smiles walking over to me.

"Hey mate" Harry says Eric waves before laying down on my bed.

"Okay I'm going to go. I'll talk to you later" I say to Harry. He nods.

"See ya later babe" I hang up with him spinning around in the chair.

"Aww he called you babe!" Eric fake gushes. I groan rolling my eyes.

"So cute" he chuckles. I shake my head crossing my arms over my chest.

"You ready?" I nod, following my best friend to his car.

-

"Ava! You look so beautiful!" Eric's sister, Tammy, wraps her slender arms around me.

"You as well! Congrats Tammy!" I smile returning the hug.

"Oh thank you! How is your mother doing?" She asks her arms staying connected with my hands. Eric and Tammy are polar opposites. Eric is more of the teasing and sarcastic type probably why we have been friends for so long. Tammy is more the caring and selfless of the two. She has the dames eyes as him, but that's about the only similarity.

"Oh she is good well as good as she can be you know" My heart slightly aches at the talk of my mother.

"I'm sorry love" She hugs me once more. Pity hug.

"It's okay" I lie plastering a smile on my face. My mom dying is not okay. She gives me a sympathetic smile.

"It was lovely talking to you, but I think I have to go." She points over to her mother who is nearly tearing her hair. I giggle nodding. My "smile" immediately fades. Why did she have to bring my mother up? I close my eyes putting my head down. I feel two strong, familiar arms wrap around me.

"You okay bestie?" Eric says holding me into his chest.

"Yeah. Just- your sister was asking about my mom and I don't know" I sigh. Eric holds me at arm length.

"Okay no. We are not having a sad night. There is free booze and I refuse to let you leave here without you being so fucked up that you can't even remember your name. Now please as my lifetime friend will you get fucking trashed with me?" Eric says. My smile is no longer a forced one.

"It's your sisters wedding though" I say giggling.

"Dude exactly it's my sisters wedding." Eric wraps his arm around my shoulder pulling me towards the bar.

"Let's get fucked up" I grin.