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*


6. Match One


That night, I was getting ready in the dressing room. I had my sports bra, shorts, my robe, and my boxing socks on. I had my headphones in my ears, getting into the mood. My handler was behind me, massaging my shoulders getting me loosened up.

“Bethany, you’re on.” I looked up and nodded. I pulled my headphones out and shook myself out. My handler and Coach walked behind me through the halls. I could hear the screams getting louder and louder as I got closer to the ring.

“AND FROM THE RIGHT SIDE…WE HAVE BETHANY WACKER!” The place erupted into more screams as I ran out. I gave a slight wave and nod, but tried to keep my head in it. I couldn’t let the people get to me.

“You ready?” Coach Mike asked me. I nodded as I looked around. My eyes finally landed on Harry and the four people surrounding him.

“Excuse me.” I tapped Mike’s shoulder and he nodded. I jogged over to Harry and leaned on the gate. “I didn’t actually think you would come.” I said, smirking.

“I wouldn’t miss this.” Harry said, half smiling. “This is Liam- you haven’t met him yet.”

“Nice to meet you.” He looked nervous and jumpy. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve never been to one of these before…it’s very weird for me.” I laugh over the crowd.

“Well…you’re in the blood zone, so be careful.” I pointed out seriously. They all made faces, except Zayn.

“BETHANY! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” Mike yelled to me.

“Well, I’ll see you guys after the match!” I said, as I walked away. When I got back over to him, he pulled me close to him.

“Keep your head in it Wacker…you wouldn’t want to lose the money, would you?” I shook my head and he nodded. “Get in your chair.” I nodded again, trying to get my head back in it. I closed my eyes after I sat down, thinking of my past, getting angrier by the second. I felt my hands getting wrapped, my mouth guard get shoved in my mouth, and someone rubbing my shoulders.

“LADIES, TO THE CENTER!” I opened my eyes and everything flashed red. I got up and walked to the center. This girl looked serious, but I was here to kill, not beat. “SHAKE HANDS!” She held out her hand and I hit it away, anger flashing through my eyes. For half a second, she almost looked scared to fight me, but shook it off quickly. “FIGHT!” Ding, Ding!

I started dancing circles around her. I knew for a fact to never throw the first punch. You can always tell their weak spot just by their first swing. If she swings high, her weak spot is high and vice versa with swinging low. She finally took her first swing- high. As soon as I ducked, I threw a punch low, than knocked her face. Her spit flew out of her mouth and I punched her from the other side, than the left, than the right…over and over. Her face was bleeding and I could see her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I took a swing at her stomach, causing her to stumble back. I nailed her in the stomach again, and then kicked her face as I went for her stomach again. She fell to the ground and I pounced on her, knocking her face back and forth again. She finally started to pound the mat, so the ding went off. I crawled off her and went back to my chair.

“Good first round.” Mike screamed in my ear as my handler squirted water into my mouth. I made eye contact with Harry and he almost looked frightened- they all did. The only one who didn’t was Zayn.

“ROUND TWO!” I stood back up and walked to the center. “FIGHT!” Ding, Ding!

Round two went the same, but this time I was pried off her because I knocked her out cold; meaning I had won the match.

“WINNER!” The ref held up my arm, making everyone scream again, giving me a rush of excitement. I looked over at Harry and he was clapping without a single noise. When the ref dropped my arm, I walked over to my coach and handler. I spit my guard out and as always, went over to the stands to take pictures and sign a few things.



Watching her beat the shit out of that girl scared me. The girl was bleeding before round one even ended. Bethany looked like she was out to kill the poor girl, when all the girl was trying to do was make some illegal money. Bethany truly was powerfully frightening.

“What’d you think?” Bethany asked, walking up to us covered in blood and sweat.

“That was…defiantly entertaining.” Niall said.

“You did great.” Zayn said with a smile all over his face. Bethany smiled at him weakly.

“Thanks.” She said, nodding. She looked at me and her eyes softened. “What’d you think?” I shrugged.

“It was…violent.” I said slowly. Bethany shrugged like it was nothing.

“I’ve done worse.” She whispered.

“What could’ve been worse than that?” Liam asked, in utter shock of what he just watched.

“You’d be surprised what can happen in a ring…” That was all Bethany offered. “I should probably go clean up. It was nice to meet you Liam, and nice to see the rest of you again.”

“WAIT!” Niall called after her. She turned back around and looked at us.


“Do you wanna go out to eat or something? You have to be starving after that workout.” Bethany laughed and smiled.

“Sure. Zayn and Harry…you guys can find Mike and he’ll take you to the back.” We nodded and she walked away.

“Who’s Mike?” Louis asked.

“Her coach.” Zayn said. He nodded and we went to find Mike so we could be led back to Bethany’s dressing room.

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