Erase My Memories

You would think Bethany is a typical American teen girl, until she attempts suicide. She spends a couple months in a psych ward, and when she is let out, her parents send her to live with her mom's best friend in London, who just happens to have a son her age, Niall Horan. The two become very close friends, but when Bethany gets to know Niall's best friend, Harry Styles...Bethany starts to grow attached, much to her horror. And much more, Harry too has quite the past. Can the two over-look the past and present problems, or will life itself destroy their relationship?

*Includes self harm, alcohol, sex, and cursing*


14. Chapter 13


When we got to the gym, there were a lot of teenage guys there. I assumed most of the adults were at work, but this just made it so much more awkward for me.

“Okay, here.” Harry said, shoving a clip board at me. I took it from him and on the top it had all his information on it and previous days he’s been here. “I’ll tell you what I’m doing, and all you have to do is count and mark down the number of reps I do, okay?” I nodded and followed Harry around.

For the next few hours, I followed Harry around and marked don his numbers. He was actually pretty good at what he did. I wasn’t about to tell that to him though. For the most part, I made sure to stay totally emotionless so he wouldn’t suspect anything about my odd attraction to him.

“Alright, you can hand that to the front desk and after that you can go home. I’m just going to go over to the boxing area to throw a few punches.” I nodded and walked to the front desk. I handed them the clip board and turned to Harry. He was working with one of the bags, throwing some pretty good punches. I don’t know what took over me, but I decided to walk over.

“That’s pretty good…” I said slowly. Harry stopped and looked at me, grabbing the bag.

“Are you saying you could do better?” Harry challenged. I smirked and nodded.

“Alright…let’s see it.” Harry reached over for the tape and reached over to tape my hands. I grabbed the tape from him and glared at him.

“I can wrap my own hands, thanks.” I said sassily. He raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“Alright…go ahead.” I wrapped my hands and turned to the bag.

“Chalk?” I asked. Harry nodded to the corner, and I skipped over, rubbed chalk on my hands, and skipped back.

“You looked like such a girl doing that.” Harry said, smirking.

“Well…I am a girl so…” I said with a shrug, making Harry laugh.

“Okay Wacker…let’s see what you got.” Harry said. I smirked and turned my attention. I took a deep breath and channeled it all to the bag and started throwing punches left and right.



I watched as she concentrated intently on the bag. Her eyes zoned into it like it was a person that she was actually trying to hurt. Her strength surprised me since she was such a small person. When she threw her last punch, the bag went swinging back, almost to hit the person behind it, who luckily ducked before it could.

“Damn…you got quite the arm.” I said quietly. She smiled proudly and nodded.

“I know.”

“Do you work the ring?” She shrugged and looked at me.

“I’ve never actually fought a real person before…” The way she said it made me doubt her, but at the same time I believed it.

“Want to give it a go?” She smirked and looked at me.

“Against you?” I smiled and nodded.

“What…? I can go easy on you.” She laughed and shook her head.

“It should be the other way around- I’ll be the one going easy on you.”

“Alright…I’m up for that challenge.” She smiled at me and I led her into the boxing ring. “Ready?” I asked. She nodded and I smiled. “Go!” I yelled. Her feet started to dance and she had her arms in position. I took the first swing, but she ducked, making me miss. I went to jumped back so she couldn’t get me but before I could, she nailed me in the gut, taking me by surprise. Force of instinct, I grabbed my stomach, and she threw punched after punch across my face until I fell over from lack of vision. She straddled me and punched me repeatedly until I pounded on the mat. After she finally got the message, she climbed of me and helped me up.

“Should I have gone easier on you?” She asked sarcastically. I shook my curls as I slowly regained my vision.

“Jesus…don’t lie to me; you clearly are a trained fighter.”

“I didn’t lie- I was never taught top fight.” My eyes grew wide when I realized she was telling the truth.

“Where the hell did that come from then?”

“That was for all the times you beat me up when we were kids.” She said. My mouth dropped open as she climbed out of the ring and walked out of the gym, leaving me there alone.

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