What about Harry doing Zumba? Could you imagine? 😂
CAN I IMAGINE?! YES I CAN!
He’s so used to normal gym routines and lifting and running and what not, that’s his thing. He’s done yoga a couple times. Maybe he’s gone to a spinning class once or twice but…“ Zumba?”“ Uh-huh”“ Yeh signed us up fo’ zumba this afternoon?”“ Yeah. It’ll be fun”Fun? Harry is wincing at the thought. He’s groaning between 2 major thoughts1. Zumba is just hopping around, how hard can that be? He lifts! Zumba is like the easy version of his workout. A workout, but a weak one at that.2. It’s going to be filled with women, he’s going to be the odd one out BY A LANDSLIDE.
He walks behind you when you enter the gym, and over to the small room that’s filled with ladies of all ages. The trainer is fairly young but this is an older woman class, with the exception of a few girls that look around your and his age, and 2 or 3 that could be 13 to 15. And of course, as he’d thought, he’s the only man. He was already doubting this and on the way to the gym he was silent. But you continued smirking. Harry was going to get a full blown workout out of this; no matter how much he thought this was nothing.
After the first couple of songs Harry was already feeling the burn. Zumba made his heart rate escalate real quick, and it kept it up there. There was no stopping, a song merged into the next and the next, and the moves, although not majorly complicated, were making him a little woozy. He remembered right there and then why he admired dancers so much. He’s not the best dancer. Sure he’s a singer and a musician, so he’s got rhythm, he’s got beat. It’s not like he’s going to be hopping opposite to the beat or with no reason whatsoever, but he can’t do it. He looks like he’s flailing around no matter how hard he tries. And how do all these ladies know these steps, it takes him a good 10 seconds to fall into whatever move it was - ok so step, punch, step.. oh step left ok… punch… Left right, ok there… there, got it. - and then it was back to relearning when the instructor changed the pace. And when the class is over and it turns into final stretches he feels like he can breathe again. Lord that was intense. He looks to you to find you smirking at him, sweaty and hair poking out from all sides, just like him, but you’re a bit more calm. It didn’t take you ages to fall in the moves and you already had some sort of breathing pattern down while he found himself taking gulps of air whenever things switched up.
That night when you got ready for bed you could hear him groan as he let himself fall on the bed instead of sitting.“ Ohh, m’thighs are killing me”“ Are they now” and he lifts his head up to glare jokingly at you as you come over to the bed.“ Fine. T’was a good workout.”“ Looks like I was right about that”“ Sure… Ugh, never again.”“What? I thought it was a good workout”“ Was, but in case yeh haven’t noticed…” He wraps his arms around you and cuddles to your back “ I can’t dance fo’ shit.”
ALJFHALSDJKHF i need him to go to zumba with me. We’d both end up dead and my mom takes it like it’s a walk through the park.