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*


21. Kisses


When we got to my flat, Harry decided he wanted to walk me up to my room, not matter how much I protested. I finally just shut up about it and let him, though I refused to say a word.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” Harry asked suddenly, pushing around me, not allowing me to get to my door.

“Because I’m not someone you should be getting yourself mixed up with- it’s for your own good.”

“What if I wanted to get to know you?”

“I don’t think I would let you.”

“And why is that?” Harry wondered.

“I push people away.”

“I’ve noticed…but I’m not going anywhere; no matter what.”

“You say that now, but no one ever stays once they figure me out.”

“I’m different.” Harry pushed.

“Harry, you aren’t any different than any rich, prep boy.” I snapped. Harry ripped my house keys from my hand and walked out.

“Stay there- don’t follow me.” Harry said. I rolled my eyes and leaned against my door. A few minutes later he came back.

“What was that about?” I wondered.

“I gave Louis my keys because I’m staying the night here.”

“No, you aren’t.” I said, standing up. “Now give me my keys.” I reached my hand out but instead, Harry pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. I was taken by surprise but something about his kisses was strangely calming. My bag dropped to the floor as Harry was fumbling with my keys. He finally got the door opened, pushing me inside.

I kicked my bag inside as I pulled Harry to my bedroom without pulling my lips from his. For the first time, I actually felt cared for, even though he was just kissing me. We fell onto my bed and our kisses slowly began to get slower and more passionate, though we didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my hoodie off. His hands were warm against my naturally cold skin. He pulled me close as he continued to kiss me slowly and passionately. 

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