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*


22. Live for Fighting


When I woke up the next morning, I was still tangled with Harry. I tried not to smile but couldn’t help it either way. I gently pulled myself from him and changed into my practice clothes and went to practice, leaving Harry.

“Did you have a good night?” Mike asked me as I chalked up my hands.

“It was whatever.”

“I saw you leave with Harry.”

“Yeah…he brought me home.”

“Did he stay the night?” I looked at Mike and rolled my eyes.


“Because you have some crazy purple bags under your eyes.”

“Shut up!” I yelled, throwing a punch at his gut, making him hunch over and grunt.

“Jesus…” He whimpered. I giggled and went over to the pull up bar and started working on pull ups since I was in a slightly good mood. Pull ups always knew how to kill a mood and put me into the killing or angry mood I needed to be in.

Practice ended early today; at four in the afternoon. I was about to start walking home when I heard my name get called. When I looked up, Harry was leaning against his car with his arms crossed.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned.

“You left me this morning.” Harry said as I walked closer.

“I had practice.”

“Do you live for fighting?” Harry asked seriously.

“You will never understand who I am, and why I do what I do.” I pushed Harry away from me and started running away. I had tears pressed to my eyes that were spilling over. I heard Harry’s car start up and he sped up so he could drive next to me. He pulled a little ahead of me, jumped out of his car, and grabbed my arms. I tried to fight him off but around him I felt weak; vulnerable.

“Stop running from me.” Harry mumbled.

“NO! LET ME GO!” I screamed. Harry pulled me even closer to him, making me struggle even more.

“If you run, I’m still going to chase you.” He whispered into my ears. No one…I repeat, no one has ever wanted to chase after me if I ran from them. I stopped struggling and fell into Harry’s arms, sobbing as he ran his hands up and down my back. He quietly shushed me as I cried and sobbed into his shirt.

“Why…?” I finally sobbed out.

“Because I care about you, and I’ not letting you go that easy.” Harry whispered, kissing my head. I began crying even more and Harry helped me into his car. He drove us back to my place and carried me inside bridal style as I hid my face in his chest. When we got inside, he lay me down in bed and I curled up into a ball. He lay down next to me and took my into his arms as he listened to me let lose tears that have been held back for three years. 

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