"Harry, mum's on the phone!" I shouted through the house as I rushed around trying to find him.
Tripping over a few times, I finally found him and all the other boys except Niall in the basement game room. I walked back upstairs and made my way to the kitchen but I was grabbed around the waist and spun around. "Heeeeey." I said quietly, knowing it would be Niall. He put me down and turned me around to face him. "How come you're not with the boys?" I put my hands on his ribs.
"They, um, they're in a mood with me. But I don't blame them, I hit you..." His voice for the last part was almost just a whisper. I shook my head and removed my hands.
I sat on the kitchen counter and looked down. "You don't know that..." I mumbled.
"Well why else would they just stand there and not get Harry off me? I'm such a fuck up." He began pacing round the room. I quickly jumped onto my feet and stood in front of him.
My hand rested on his chest. "You're not a fuck up. Can we just forget about it all and be friends?"
His face lit up at my words and he leaned in but I pushed him back. "Ohh, just friends." He mumbled. I nodded.
The boys all came running up the stairs and seen me and Niall talking. "Hanna." Harry demanded and pulled me away.
But of course, I slapped him off me and stood there facing all the boys. "No, I'm not gonna let you boss me around Harry. And you 3, you have no right to be in a mood with him, he didn't do anything to you. Look, I forgave him and so should you..." I pushed past them and ran upstairs to my room for the night.
I groggily walked downstairs in my gym clothes, illumines pink sports nike t-shirt, my black sports leggings, my black with white writing superdry zip-hoodie and my pink black and white nike air max.
The house was quiet, nobody is clearly up. I took an apple from the fruit bowl and made my way to the door. "You going for a run?" I turned around and seen Liam.
I scoffed and shook my head. "Don't even talk to me." I spat and walked out of the door.
And then I bumped into somebody just as I got out of the house. "Conner!" I screamed an jumped up on him, hugging him tight. "Where the hell have you been?" I asked and pulled away from the very tight hug.
"I had to sort some things out in America with a girl... Yeah things happened and we're finished but anyways, I came to see if you're going to the gym but you are so..." I nodded and then walked down the drive of the house, and to say this drive is long, is an understatement.
It took us 10 minutes to jog to the gym, now were here and we're working out. I decided on not using my trainer today and went solo, doing my stretches in the corner on a yoga mat and seen a man walk into the gym, he was wearing an american flag tank top, sweatshorts and some black vans on his feet, he had a quiff of brown hair and to say he was good looking would be an understatement. I quickly looked away and carried on with my stretches.
He signed in and began to walk over but I focused on my stretching, not him. He is now, literally standing right in front of me putting his gym bag down. "Hey, mind if I train here?" Oh my god, his voice is perfect! I nodded my head slowly and moved over, creating a large enough space for him. "I'm Mat by the way." He smiled, oh god.
"Hanna." I stood up and shook his hand. We both started stretching and Conner kept on looking over giving me smiled which were returned with death glares.
"So, how long have you came to this gym for?" I thought about it, and all honesty, I've came since I was 13.
"Ermm, about 7 years on and off... What about you?" I asked shyle.
He laughed. "Why haven't I seen you here before? Ohh, and all my life... My dad's the owner." He made it out to be a small deal, this is the best gym in the whole of England.
I choked on my own breath and started coughing uncontrollably. "Your dad is Jimbo Latima?" I asked shocked. He just nodded his head slowly. "Holy shit." I breathed and sat down on the yoga mat.
"Yeah, who did you come with?" He dropped the subject.
I pointed at Conner who was attempting to chat up a blonde bimbo who couldn't even lift. I laughed. "Erm. well I think your boyfriend is chatting up another girl." He said, jealousy written all over his voice. I burst out laughing and rolling on the floor. "What?" Well I must have looked attractive.
"That, is not my boyfriend." I laughed. His cheeks flushed red and a small smile crept onto his lips.
"Well, do you have a boyfriend?" He mumbled. I shook my head and he smiled. "Okay." He whispered.
Me and Mat are now on the running machines. "Shit it's hot..." I breathed and took my hoodie off. I looked over at Mat who had sweat dripping off his face and his top was drenched with sweat. "How are you still alive?" I breathed and pointed to his chest. He just shook his head and then began to lift his top over his head.
Holy shitting banana on steroids he was hot. His body was glistening with sweat and he has the perfect toned body.
"Thanks for helping me." I smiled warmly as I picked up my hoodie and gym bag.
He smiled and nodded. "Thanks for letting me. Here, put your number in." He handed me his phone and I put my number in and for my name. 'Hanna Twist (Babe!)' He laughed and sent me a message saying 'Mat Latima' I nodded and kissed his cheek before running out of the gym and joining Conner again.
"Someone's pulled!" He shouted. I punched his arm and blushed. We walked past the windows of the gym and Mat was there, I smiled and waved and he did two. Conner nudged me in the ribs making me blush and look down.
"I hate you." I spat jokingly.