For You, I'll Be Superhuman

Liam, Louis, Harry, Niall, and Zayn all had traumatic childhood experiences. What happens when they are all connected? They join together to form a crime fighting group, and save many lives and defeat many enemies. But how can they defeat their greatest enemy yet? Will the pressure of love or the need to protect others break them? For these boys, they just want normal lives. But For You, They'll Be Superhuman.

WARNING: Foul Language


5. Chapter 4

Now, like I've said, all the boys loved to work out. But since Harry's specialty was super-strength, he loved to lift weights. He found himself at the gym, working out as normal. He was shirtless, with baggy basketball shorts on, plus his tennis shoes. He put 100 kilograms on the bar, then proceeded to get underneath it. He felt a pair of eyes raking over his body. He continued to bench press, thinking it was some random man, trying to figure out how he could lift that much. He continued again, but was stopped by a hand on the weight bar. “You are aware that if you keep lifting that much, you're gonna get a hernia, right?” A female says. He smirks and keeps lifting, keeping his voice silent. He lifted the bar once more, only to find the girl pressing on it. He signed and placed the bar on its holder. He sat up and looked at the girl. “Listen, I know you think it's 'dangerous',” He said, making his fingers quotation marks, “But I've done this before, and I do it all the time.” “Well, the weight limit for this gym is only 70 kilograms, so I suggest letting off some of that extra weight before someone 'accidentally' lets it slip to the management.” The girl says, mocking Harry's air quotes. Harry pauses and contemplates the idea. She looks like she would rat him out. He sighs. “Fine. Off the extra weight goes.” Harry says, taking the weights and setting them rather dramatically on the rack. “Thank you. Now, was that so hard?” She says with a smirk on her face. Harry does all in his power not to say something harsh back. Who does this girl think she is? He lays back down on the bench and the girl walks away. After Harry finish lifting his “pillow” weights, he chooses to run. He walks up to the second floor, where all the treadmills are located. He found one and turned it on. He set it to a fast walking pace. He put in his earbuds and played his favorite artist, Ed Sheeran. Yeah, yeah, it sounds girly, but he likes it. He faintly heard the sound of the treadmill start up next to him. He turned his head slightly to see the girl who criticized him earlier running next to him, at a much faster pace. He takes in a deep breath and speeds up his own pace. He runs faster than the girl, and feels proud of himself. The girl glances over at the curly haired boy, notices who it is, then speeds her own pace up. Harry speeds his up, she speeds hers, etc. The end result was both of them running the maximum of 25 kilometers per hour. Harry and the girl both quickly get out of breath, and after a few minutes, Harry speaks up. “I surrender!” He says, his voice raspy, his breathing very uneven. The girl reaches for her water bottle and nods. "So, since technically, I won, you have to take me out to dinner." The girl says, smirking.  "What?!" Harry says, slamming his water bottle on the edge of the treadmill. "Meet ya at Nandos at 7." She says, starting to walk off. "Wait, I don't even know your name!" "Natalie." She says over her shoulder. "I'm Harry!" He screams after her. As she walks out the door, he slumps over on the arm of the treadmill. He was both mad at and intrigued by this Natalie. She was very pretty, but here she was sweaty and kinda smelled. He looks at his watch. 4:30. He guesses he better go home and get ready for this date.  

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