The Fighter

Harry is dragged by Zayn to a female boxing match to see one of the best female fighters-Bethany. Harry watches Bethany as she fights and realizes by the way she moves, something about her is off but she's still powerful. When he gets the chance to meet her, and their relationship takes off, can they fight to keep their relationship together or will they be pulled apart because they both lead two totally different lives and Bethany's deep, dark secret?

*Includes sex, alcohol, self harm references/actions, and cursing*

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26. Date Night

I grabbed her hand and led her over. I let her sit down and I sat down next to her. She looked around in awe of what I had set up.

“Do you like it?” I asked quietly. She looked over at em and smiled.

“It’s beautiful.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek lightly before going back to her original sitting position.

“Are you thirsty, hungry, anything?” She nodded and licked her lips.

“I’m a little of both since I did just leave a match…” I laughed lightly as I pulled out some sandwiches and glasses for wine. She thanked me as I filled her glass a little. After I finished filling both our glasses, we clinked glasses together.

“Cheers.” We both whispered to each other before taking a sip of the wine.

“This really is beautiful.” Bethany whispered as she placed her glass down. “How’d you pull this all off?”

“I had some help from the guys.” Bethany smirked and nodded.

“Why am I not surprised?”

“No one said you should or shouldn’t be.” She rolled her eyes and giggled as she started eating.

“So, what else are we doing tonight?”

“Whatever you want.” I said.

“Really; whatever I want?”

“Mhm.” I said, nodding my head.

“What if I wanted to murder someone?”

“Uhm…I’d have to say I’d nix that idea in about a milla-second. I wouldn’t even think about that or let it process in my head.”

“Damnit.” I laughed but she only slightly smiled.

“What’s wrong?” She looked down and shook her head.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just a little worn out from the match today.”

“Are you sure, love?” She nodded again and I scotched closer to her. I wrapped an arm around her and slowly leaned in to kiss her. After we finished eating and drinking, we lay down on the blanket and stared up at the clear, night sky. She was curled under my arms and pointing up at the sky every so often showing me a constellation or getting excited over a shooting star. Either way, this was defiantly a night I wouldn’t want to forget anytime soon.

 

Bethany:

“Thanks again for tonight, Harry.” I said that night when Harry was standing outside my door, saying goodnight.

“Come to my place tonight; it has to be better than this place…”

“Harry, as much as I would love to, I can’t. I have practice in the morning.”

“You can’t play hooky just once?”

“No Harry…I have to keep it up or I’ll lose my concentration on what I want.”

“What is it that you want from fighting?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because…I just can’t” I said, tensing up. “I thought you said you wouldn’t push for answers?” I asked, starting to get annoyed.

“I’m sorry; I’ll drop it. Do you want me to stay or go?” I sighed and looked around.

“Can you stay?” I asked quietly, not wanting to be alone.

“Of course I can.” Harry followed me inside and not an hour later, we were both passed out on my bed with our arms wrapped around each other.  

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