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*


18. Harry's Here



“I heard she has a big match coming up.” Louis said to me. I nodded, not sure what to say. “What’s wrong?”

“I haven’t talked or seen her since that time I stayed at her place. She won’t answer my texts or calls.”

“Maybe she’s busy preparing for the match today.” I shrugged, unsure of what to say. “Do you want to go to the match tonight? I know Zayn wanted to go.” I thought about it for a second before nodding.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Louis half smiled and nodded.

“Cool; I’ll tell Zayn that we will go with him.” I nodded again and looked back out the window. There was something off about her…what was it?



“Ready for tonight?” Mike asked me and I was staring at myself in the mirror. I was lacking makeup, my hair was in a ponytail, my spandex made my bum look three times the size it was, and my sports bra held my boobs in.

“Yeah.” I said, slipping on my socks and robe to keep warm for the next fifteen minutes. I slipped my headphones in, trying to get in the zone. A Day to Remember blared through my ears, making me slip into my thoughts- my parents, Gemma, the girl…

“BETHANY!”Someone knocked into me, making me stumbled. I looked up and saw Gemma looking scared.

“What?” I asked, annoyed.

“Harry is here…” She honestly looked scared. I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

“Stay back here than.” I said, shrugging. I was trying to play it off cool when in reality I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.

“Okay, thanks.” Gemma relaxed and went to sit over on a couch in the corner. I slipped my headphones back in and slipped back into my thoughts, hoping this night would all blow over without a problem, but I still had a gut feeling something was going to happen; but…what was it? 

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