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“Do I have any messages?” you asked your assistant as you dropped down into your office chair.
“Just one from Mr. Styles asking what time you’d be home at,” your assistant said, handing you the small piece of paper.
You spun around in your office chair, looking out over the lake from your corner office. You made a mental note to pencil in more one-on-one time with Harry before his next tour. Perhaps you could change your mani/pedi appointment to include him.
“Call him and remind him that it’s Liam’s afternoon,” you said as you shrugged out of your blazer. “But I should be home before 6 pm.”
“Of course,” your assistant said with a slight nod. “I have a note in my calendar that reads: remind Liam that it is leg day, and he can’t skip that again.”
You smirked to yourself, remembering the teasing you had inflicted on Liam the previous week when he insisted that it was shoulder day and not legs. Liam hated training his legs, which only made it worse for his ego that you could out-squat him. Some things never changed.
“I’ll be leaving for the day,” you said, folding your blazer over your arm as you grabbed your purse. “Could you double-check the boys' schedules for next week? I’ll review the conflicts over the weekend.”
“Of course, I’ll see what I can sort out for you before I leave.”
“You are a saint,” you said as you kicked off your stylish pumps in favor of some joggers. “Just make sure you don’t stay too late, it is a Friday after all.”
You hurried down to the lobby of the building, knowing that your assistant would have pinged your driver before you had hit the elevator. You ran a quick mental checklist of your tasks for the evening:
- Leg day with Liam
- Dinner with Zayn
and…
The sound of a car engine revving broke off your list. Jolted back into the present moment you looked up to see the mischievous eyes of Louis Tomlinson peering over the top of his designer sunglasses. The glittering blue convertible he was sitting in was also a surprise.
“Louis? What are you doing here?” you asked incredulously.
“Not happy to see me, Love?” Louis’s mouth curled into a lopsided smirk. “Trying to give me the fifth degree before I’ve even had a kiss?”
“Of course, I’m happy to see you,” you said, rolling your eyes as you approached the car. “I’m just surprised.”
“Good, I wanted it to be a surprise,” Louis said, leaning over to unlock the door.
You slid onto the cool leather passenger seat and grabbed Louis by the collar of his shirt. “You know how I love surprises,” your voice was low and husky as you pulled him in for a kiss.
The slight stubble of his facial hair tickled your skin as Louis’s lips molded to yours. You had to pull away before you embarrassed yourself with how much you wanted Louis, you (and him) both had places you needed to be.
“Aren’t you supposed to be picking up Freddie this weekend?” you teased as you buckled yourself into the sports car.
“Yes, but I figured I could sneak in a little extra time with you before I headed out.” Louis winked.
“You had plenty of time this morning,” you said blushing at the memory of what had transpired in the shower.
“Can’t blame a lad for trying,” Louis grinned as he shifted the car into gear. “Where can I take you?”
“The gym please,” you said checking your makeup in the car mirror. “It’s ‘leg day’ with Liam this afternoon.”
“Can’t skip that,” Louis chuckled. “Do you remember when he had chicken legs just before he released his first album?”
“We try not to remind him of that,” you scolded, but you didn’t really have your heart in it. It had been funny.
The rest of the drive passed pleasantly. The sun was warm on your face as the mountains and trees whizzed by, your hand resting innocently on Louis's thigh as he drove. It was nice to be able to just relax into the moment.
Louis’s car purred to a halt just outside the small outbuilding of your mountain compound: the gym. You unclipped your buckle and checked your watch. Liam would be waiting for you.
“One last one for the road,” Louis said, pinching your chin with his thumb and forefinger to turn your mouth back towards his. Your heart started to melt as Louis leaned in, your eyes fluttered shut and…he twisted your head just slightly to the left at the last moment and planted his kiss on your cheek.
Your eyes popped open and you skewered Louis with a look.
“What?” he said innocently, “you know what they say, leave them wanting more.”
“Brat,” you smirked as you playfully smacked him on his cheek. “I’ll see you next week.”
You jumped out of the car before you could be lured into delaying either of you for a moment longer and jogged toward the gym. Liam would be waiting.
Liam had turned up the bass on the speakers, which were currently blasting some hip-hop song he had on his “Hyped Workout” playlist. Liam’s back was turned to you, and it was clear he had remembered what split it was that day. He was at the squat rack and his form was pristine.
Warm brown eyes suddenly caught your gaze in the mirror, they crinkled around the edges as the recognition dawned. “Y/N!” Liam called racking the weight. “You made it!”
“You know I couldn’t miss leg day after giving you so much flack last time,” you said, as Liam bounded across the gym to plant a quick peck on your cheek. “Sorry, my day ran a little late.”
“You’re here now, that’s all that matters,” Liam said. “Where did you want to start?”
“Well I need to change first, but I was thinking maybe…you could spot me on the squat rack?” you batted your eyes at him, flirtatiously. “After you’re done with your set of course.”
“You’re dead set on making sure I finish the leg set aren’t you?” Liam pointed to the blackboard off to the side where he had scrawled his workout for the day. “Look I’m even following the trainer's suggestions.”
“I think you missed something…” you said turning his head with your hand.
Liam’s brow furrowed together as he looked over at the blackboard again, “I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I wrote everything down.”
“Weighted hip thrusts…for your finisher,” you said with a smack on his ass. “I’m an ass woman.”
Liam blinked a couple of times in rapid succession. His brain slowly putting the pieces together. “Did you mean like the exercise or did you mean…”
“A little of column A…a little of column B,” you said grinning. “Maybe mostly column A…for now.”
“Oh,” a dopey grin spread across Liam’s face. “We could add that in…after you’ve warmed up.”
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You yawned as you pat the eye cream into your skin, completing your skincare routine. Zayn had prepared spaghetti and meatballs for a candlelit dinner, which of course Niall had crashed long enough to get himself a helping with a side of garlic bread. You had had to shoo Niall out, with promises that his weekend with you would be dedicated to foodie pursuits. You always tried your best to protect your one-on-one time with Zayn, he always preferred his solo time over groups.
Now you were more than ready for bed, kitty kat pajamas and all.
You walked into your bedroom, the room illuminated by the soft glow of your Himalayan salt lamp. The king-sized bed in the middle of the room was already occupied: Harry.
He was sprawled across the middle of the bed, long curls carelessly spread over both pillows, looking like a renaissance painting. When he saw you admiring him from the door he stretched like a cat, arching his back and rolling onto his side. He pat the spot in front of him, enticing you to come be the little spoon.
You wordlessly padded across the carpeted floor and crawled into the space Harry had indicated, snuggling your back into his chest. Harry nuzzled his cheek against your shoulder and then settled with his nose pressed into the base of your skull, breathing in the scent of your hair. His warm breath sent a tingle down your spine and you threaded your fingers into his as you tucked his arm around you like a blanket.
You reached over to flick off the salt lamp and the weight of Harry’s arm grew heavier as he drifted off to sleep. You listened to the soft sound and feel of Harry’s breath against your neck, and with a last sigh of contentment, you let yourself succumb to sleep.
Life was good.