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*


30. Match Four

After my day off, I fell back into my routine of waking up at four in the morning everyday to go to the gym to work out. I was getting back into it and didn’t have the time to slack. I began ignoring Harry a little since he was always asking what I was up to or doing whenever he had a day off.

“How was it?” I jumped when I heard Harry’s voice. I looked up through my blood covered eyes and saw him standing there with his mouth in a straight line and his arms crossed.

“It was rough…” I whispered. I had just finished off a match and I was covered in their blood; for the reason that I broke almost every bone in their body and tore them to shreds. I felt awful but all my anger towards myself for ignoring Harry came out.

“Why don’t you come back to my place and get cleaned up…”

“I can at my own house…”

“Bethany…” I nodded, not wanting to fight. I followed him to his car and he helped me in since I was weak. I was tired and worn out from this match. I could also tell it was putting strain on Harry and I.

“Thank you.” I whispered, which received me nothing more than a nod from him. I felt tears prick my eyes and they started running down my face, knowing it made me look like I was crying blood.

“Here we are…” Harry drawled out. I stumbled out of the car and followed Harry inside.

“HAZ!” I heard the boys yell in unison. Everyone in the house came running out to meet him and that’s when I noticed there were extra people in the house.

“Who’s this…?” One of the girls asked.

“Harry’s girlfriend, Bethany.” Niall said. I looked down, not wanting to see anyone.

“Why is she covered in blood?”

“She’s the best female boxer out there…” Louis said. “Every match I’ve seen, she’s won.”

“Thanks Lou.” I whispered before dashing up the stairs to Harry’s bathroom, not wanting to be around anyone anymore.

During my shower, I watched as the blood washed off me and hit the ground. It wasn’t just the girls blood…I had managed to find a razor and cut myself up and mix it with my blood. This was getting ridiculous but I needed the money to pay off Coach Mike. I was crying silently as my blood washed down the drain. I finished getting clean than I re-dressed so I could go downstairs.

“What do you see in her, Harry?” I heard one of the girls ask.


“She’s scary…”

“Not in the slightest.”


“Drop it, okay?”

“Whatever…” I quickly wiped tears from my eyes and tiptoed out of the house. I made it to the bus station and took the bus back to my house. Maybe all of this was too good to be true…and we were fighting for something that wasn’t there anymore, or ever there in general. I loved him, but was it all worth the fight?

Yes, Harry is worth a lot to you! You’ve never been so happy in your life. Why would you even think about leaving him? Well because he screws everything up and has no idea how to defend you. That’s because I can defend myself. I don’t need someone to defend me. Then why are you getting mad over something so little? Harry does care for you…if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have picked you up from the match today without you asking. But those are just tiny things! But aren’t those the things that count?       

I shoved the key in my door and pushed the door down, trying not to cry. I cut my wrists up some more before falling asleep in a pool of my own blood. Was I ever going to figure out what I was doing with my life, or what I was going to do about all the money I owed Mike? Wouldn’t it just be easier to turn myself in for murder? 

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