“Lay under me.” Harry smirks over at you, raising his eyebrows in a playful manner.
“Alright. I’ll do it.” You smile back, curious to see what his reaction to your agreement would be.
He immediately perks up, looking up at you with a bit of surprise mixed in with excitement. “Really?”
“Yep.” You agree, walking over and shimmying your way under Harry.
He begins to do the exercise and has you count for him, obviously trying to show off.
Every few push-ups he will steal a kiss from you, his lips connecting with yours for a few seconds before he continues his work-out, making you laugh at his flirting.
“Sixty-six, sixty-seven, sixty-eight…” You keep going, too busy giggling as Harry makes silly faces at you to notice Liam walk into the room.
However, Harry notices.
A few more push-ups later he suddenly collapses over you, wrapping his arms around you to bring your bodies closer, and he presses his face into the crook of your neck. Before you can say anything about how sweaty he is, he begins to moan, rubbing himself against your leg as if he were thrusting.
“Oh, Y/N. Harder. Rub harder, baby. Fucking shit, I’m going to cum through my jeans if you keep it up, kitten. Mmmm–oh yeah. Ohh, I’m coming, Y/N!
Confusion takes over your face, but Liam speaks up before you can, finally making you aware of his presence.
“Oh, fuck. I’m so sorry, guys, I didn’t know. I-I–shit–” He stutters, his face becoming flushed, his neck and cheeks tinting different shades of red and pink.
Liam stumbles over his feet, backing up to try and leave the room, running his shoulder right into the door frame.
“Bloody hell, w-who put that there?” He mumbles, turning and finally managing to scurry out of the room, clearly embarrassed.
Harry throws his head back, roaring with laughter. You follow suit, knowing that he had done it on purpose to traumatize Liam. It had been very funny.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You tell him when you both are done laughing, small giggles still slipping from both of your lips every now-and-then.
“Yeah, I know. But you gotta admit, that was priceless.” Harry snickers.
“It was hilarious.” You can’t help but agree, sliding up from underneath him to push yourself up off the ground, looking down at Harry with a large grin across your face. “But I’m going to go apologize. The poor boy must be crying.”
“You go do that,” Harry comments, flipping over onto his back, extending his arms over his head and stretching out his back. He then crosses his arms behind his head, giving you a cheeky half-smile. “I’ll stay here to recover from my post-orgasmic state.”
You smirk at him, shaking your head as you walk towards the door of the dressing room. “You really are something, Harry Styles.”
“And don’t you fucking forget it, bitch!” Harry calls after you in a shrill, high-pitched voice, imitating a woman.
Laughing, you walk down the hall, heading towards the dressing room Liam and Niall shared to apologize for almost giving Liam a cardiac arrest.