Devil Dogs
What's the story, Morning Glory
Tru's P.O.V.
I feel my feet hit the treadmill hard, as I listen to the bassist make his instrument whine and squeal. Losing myself in the heavily laden bass song, I feel myself relax as the song continues. I’ve been down here for 2 hours and I still feel very breakable. The song ends with a final whine of the guitar. After running a ‘cool down’ lap, I shut off the treadmill, and begin putting on gloves to hit the heavy bag.
Concentrating on my breathing, I start off slowly, the effects of my hits unnoticeable on the heavy bag. I don’t care how much the bag moves or doesn’t move. I just want each hit to count. Breathing in deeply, my blows become more powerful. The bag begins to move each time my fist connects. I block every thought of earlier events. Concentrating on nothing but the heavy bag in front of me.
Alternating from punching the bag to kicking it; I feel myself ‘zone out’ my mind goes to the place it goes to when I am in an active battlefield. Nothing matters, but this heavy bag. I don’t hear the text come through my phone. I don’t hear Harry and Niall come downstairs. All I hear is like a white noise as I empty all my rage and pain onto the bag in front of me.
I don’t know how long I worked on the heavy bag; it must’ve been a while though. I can feel the pain and heaviness in my arms and legs even through the adrenaline and endorphins my body has produced.
Slumping down on the bench, I place my head between my knees; my vision has blurred from the exhaustion creating a tunnel like effect as little gray ‘stars’ float before my eyes.
Lungs burning I breathe in slow deep breaths, trying to avoid the panting my body wants to do. I begin to notice I am not alone. Looking around I see Harry and Niall watching me quietly. The matching look on their faces reminds me why I just put my body through this ‘assault’.
Harry squats down, now at my eye level, handing me an electric blue sports drink. Wrinkling my nose I slowly take a small sip. Surprisingly when you actually need to replenish some of your body’s lost nutrients and electrolytes the foul drink actually taste good, huh imagine that! I’m vaguely aware that Niall is saying something, as I search Harry’s emerald eyes for hint of what he is thinking.
“Tru did you hear me?” Niall asks, realizing that I‘m in my own world caught in the intoxicating pull of Harry’s gaze.
“Hmm?” I hum, signaling to Niall that I am partially listening at least.
“Tyler thinks you’re mad at him. He’s in a bit of a strop really.” Niall explains.
“I’m not mad at him I just don’t feel like talking currently.” I say my eyes never leaving Harry’s. I sit waiting for Harry to tell me that I am too damaged, and he can’t do ‘this’. Whatever it is we are doing. We’ve haven’t really discussed what we are. I tend to shoot the conversation down when he starts it.
However what I am waiting to hear doesn’t seem to come. I hear Niall answering my phone, while Harry simply pulls me into his lap. Placing the phone on speaker, Niall hands me my phone.
“What’s the story, Morning Glory?” I hear Jillian say through the speaker. I try not to laugh at her stupid nickname for me.
“Hey Jilli-Bean, what’s up?” I ask.
I try to listen closely, but Harry is currently distracting me with the shapes he’s drawing on my hips. I’ve managed to make out that we’re going to the beach, and to get ready. It seems that all the boys are going, along with Freya, Willow, Jillian, and Perrie. Whatever!
What I really wanted to do was take a nice long hot bath, light some candles, turn on soft music, grab a bottle of wine, and forget that this morning happened. But of course not, someone mentioned my soon departure to my insane friends so now I have to go to the beach, and pretend to not be annoyed, GREAT!
Rushing to answer the door, I struggle to pull my tank top over my bikini top, as I enter the hallway. Still fighting to pull the blasted shirt down; I come skidding to a stop my bare feet sliding across the hardwood floors. Harry manages to catch my awkward moment, emerald eyes shining in amusement as he tries to bite back his laugh. Completely failing by the way, Harry eventually calms his laughter after catching my death glare.
Answering the door I’m greeted by my insane friends. Rolling my eyes I step aside as they come in.
“Let’s go already! Tru you better have on a swim suit under those clothes, and something for the bonfire later tonight.” Freya scolded.
I simply nodded as I walked out, grabbing one of the several beach bags and coolers. Seriously, did we really need all this food? Stepping onto the sidewalk I notice the tension between Freya and Jillian, and Freya and Niall. I hope whatever is their problem they keep it quiet for today at least.
Quickly we spilt into different cars. I hand Harry my car keys as he climbs into the driver’s seat.
“Are you sure you’re up for this, love?” He asks starting the ignition. Noticing it’s just us I nod before placing my lips on his. Earning me a throaty chuckle as Harry pulls away from the curb.
The drive to beach wasn’t as long as I had expected. Harry only verbally assaulted some of the other drivers. Overall it was pretty decent, until someone cuts Harry off as we’re crossing the bridge.
“Bloody fucking American drivers!” He yelled putting the window down.
“Oi! You incoherent dick nugget, learn how to drive properly.” He yelled at the other driver. Choking on the laughter that threatens to spew out, I turn and look out the window. Harry is mumbling curse words and running one of his hands through his curls.
Finally, unable to hold it back anything longer, I double over in my seat from laughter. Harry gives me a confused look, raising his eyebrow. The look on his face makes my laughter increase. Finally I’m able to settle down enough to explain.
“Did you really just call him an incoherent dick nugget?” I ask giggling again.
Harry simply shakes his head at me, before rolling his eyes. “Well I thought shitcake wasn’t quite harsh enough.” He says smirking at me, parking the car. He shuts off the ignition before jogging over to open my door before I can.
“C’mon shortcake.” Harry says tucking me under his arm as we carry the supplies we had.
“Shortcake?” I ask slightly amused. Harry gives me a smile with dimples on full display, before motioning to our height difference. Nodding, we continue our trek towards the surf.
Distorted loud voices can be heard behind us. Turning we see what appears to be Freya and Niall having some loud argument.
“What the hell is up with those two? She came by the office the other day, and we could hear their screaming match in the main lobby.” Harry scoffed. I notice Jillian shy away, and I know exactly what the problem is. Damn it! For once can I have a drama free day?
I know the next conversation I have with those three is going to be awful. Joining everyone else Harry and discard what we were carrying before settling down on the towels someone had spread out. Ridding myself of the tank top and shorts I had over my bikini I lay out on the towel, waiting for everyone to figure out what we’re doing.
“Volleyball!”
“Swimming!”
“Let’s play chicken!”
Listening as countless voices yell out different suggestions. Harry chuckles as he rubs his hand over my bare back. Sighing in content I hear one suggestion that causes me to shoot up.
“How about we strangle the slut!” Jillian yells.
So much for the rest of the day being drama free…
I feel my feet hit the treadmill hard, as I listen to the bassist make his instrument whine and squeal. Losing myself in the heavily laden bass song, I feel myself relax as the song continues. I’ve been down here for 2 hours and I still feel very breakable. The song ends with a final whine of the guitar. After running a ‘cool down’ lap, I shut off the treadmill, and begin putting on gloves to hit the heavy bag.
Concentrating on my breathing, I start off slowly, the effects of my hits unnoticeable on the heavy bag. I don’t care how much the bag moves or doesn’t move. I just want each hit to count. Breathing in deeply, my blows become more powerful. The bag begins to move each time my fist connects. I block every thought of earlier events. Concentrating on nothing but the heavy bag in front of me.
Alternating from punching the bag to kicking it; I feel myself ‘zone out’ my mind goes to the place it goes to when I am in an active battlefield. Nothing matters, but this heavy bag. I don’t hear the text come through my phone. I don’t hear Harry and Niall come downstairs. All I hear is like a white noise as I empty all my rage and pain onto the bag in front of me.
I don’t know how long I worked on the heavy bag; it must’ve been a while though. I can feel the pain and heaviness in my arms and legs even through the adrenaline and endorphins my body has produced.
Slumping down on the bench, I place my head between my knees; my vision has blurred from the exhaustion creating a tunnel like effect as little gray ‘stars’ float before my eyes.
Lungs burning I breathe in slow deep breaths, trying to avoid the panting my body wants to do. I begin to notice I am not alone. Looking around I see Harry and Niall watching me quietly. The matching look on their faces reminds me why I just put my body through this ‘assault’.
Harry squats down, now at my eye level, handing me an electric blue sports drink. Wrinkling my nose I slowly take a small sip. Surprisingly when you actually need to replenish some of your body’s lost nutrients and electrolytes the foul drink actually taste good, huh imagine that! I’m vaguely aware that Niall is saying something, as I search Harry’s emerald eyes for hint of what he is thinking.
“Tru did you hear me?” Niall asks, realizing that I‘m in my own world caught in the intoxicating pull of Harry’s gaze.
“Hmm?” I hum, signaling to Niall that I am partially listening at least.
“Tyler thinks you’re mad at him. He’s in a bit of a strop really.” Niall explains.
“I’m not mad at him I just don’t feel like talking currently.” I say my eyes never leaving Harry’s. I sit waiting for Harry to tell me that I am too damaged, and he can’t do ‘this’. Whatever it is we are doing. We’ve haven’t really discussed what we are. I tend to shoot the conversation down when he starts it.
However what I am waiting to hear doesn’t seem to come. I hear Niall answering my phone, while Harry simply pulls me into his lap. Placing the phone on speaker, Niall hands me my phone.
“What’s the story, Morning Glory?” I hear Jillian say through the speaker. I try not to laugh at her stupid nickname for me.
“Hey Jilli-Bean, what’s up?” I ask.
I try to listen closely, but Harry is currently distracting me with the shapes he’s drawing on my hips. I’ve managed to make out that we’re going to the beach, and to get ready. It seems that all the boys are going, along with Freya, Willow, Jillian, and Perrie. Whatever!
What I really wanted to do was take a nice long hot bath, light some candles, turn on soft music, grab a bottle of wine, and forget that this morning happened. But of course not, someone mentioned my soon departure to my insane friends so now I have to go to the beach, and pretend to not be annoyed, GREAT!
Rushing to answer the door, I struggle to pull my tank top over my bikini top, as I enter the hallway. Still fighting to pull the blasted shirt down; I come skidding to a stop my bare feet sliding across the hardwood floors. Harry manages to catch my awkward moment, emerald eyes shining in amusement as he tries to bite back his laugh. Completely failing by the way, Harry eventually calms his laughter after catching my death glare.
Answering the door I’m greeted by my insane friends. Rolling my eyes I step aside as they come in.
“Let’s go already! Tru you better have on a swim suit under those clothes, and something for the bonfire later tonight.” Freya scolded.
I simply nodded as I walked out, grabbing one of the several beach bags and coolers. Seriously, did we really need all this food? Stepping onto the sidewalk I notice the tension between Freya and Jillian, and Freya and Niall. I hope whatever is their problem they keep it quiet for today at least.
Quickly we spilt into different cars. I hand Harry my car keys as he climbs into the driver’s seat.
“Are you sure you’re up for this, love?” He asks starting the ignition. Noticing it’s just us I nod before placing my lips on his. Earning me a throaty chuckle as Harry pulls away from the curb.
The drive to beach wasn’t as long as I had expected. Harry only verbally assaulted some of the other drivers. Overall it was pretty decent, until someone cuts Harry off as we’re crossing the bridge.
“Bloody fucking American drivers!” He yelled putting the window down.
“Oi! You incoherent dick nugget, learn how to drive properly.” He yelled at the other driver. Choking on the laughter that threatens to spew out, I turn and look out the window. Harry is mumbling curse words and running one of his hands through his curls.
Finally, unable to hold it back anything longer, I double over in my seat from laughter. Harry gives me a confused look, raising his eyebrow. The look on his face makes my laughter increase. Finally I’m able to settle down enough to explain.
“Did you really just call him an incoherent dick nugget?” I ask giggling again.
Harry simply shakes his head at me, before rolling his eyes. “Well I thought shitcake wasn’t quite harsh enough.” He says smirking at me, parking the car. He shuts off the ignition before jogging over to open my door before I can.
“C’mon shortcake.” Harry says tucking me under his arm as we carry the supplies we had.
“Shortcake?” I ask slightly amused. Harry gives me a smile with dimples on full display, before motioning to our height difference. Nodding, we continue our trek towards the surf.
Distorted loud voices can be heard behind us. Turning we see what appears to be Freya and Niall having some loud argument.
“What the hell is up with those two? She came by the office the other day, and we could hear their screaming match in the main lobby.” Harry scoffed. I notice Jillian shy away, and I know exactly what the problem is. Damn it! For once can I have a drama free day?
I know the next conversation I have with those three is going to be awful. Joining everyone else Harry and discard what we were carrying before settling down on the towels someone had spread out. Ridding myself of the tank top and shorts I had over my bikini I lay out on the towel, waiting for everyone to figure out what we’re doing.
“Volleyball!”
“Swimming!”
“Let’s play chicken!”
Listening as countless voices yell out different suggestions. Harry chuckles as he rubs his hand over my bare back. Sighing in content I hear one suggestion that causes me to shoot up.
“How about we strangle the slut!” Jillian yells.
So much for the rest of the day being drama free…
Notes
Sorry it’s so short, it’s just a filler. The next update will be interesting, speaking of next update… I have a goal for my lovely readers… I’ll post the next update when there 10 more comments (update or please update do not count!)
Is anyone else having trouble inserting a link? Here’s the link to what Tru wore to the beach, it wouldn’t let me link in the update…http://www.polyvore.com/beach_trip/set?id=121978091
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Last one! Loving the ferns though!
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