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*


25. Match Three

At five, I was standing center ring with the girl I was fighting. She was scrawny as anything, and I knew I could make this match less than a half hour- enough time for me to run home and get changed for my date with Harry.

“FIGHT!” I snapped my thoughts away from Harry when I got a punch to the gut. I hunched over but didn’t move my gloves. I don’t remember the last time I had gotten punched and I didn’t like it. I think the girl saw my anger because I suddenly saw fright in her eyes; which means she’s heard of me.

I took swing after swing at her face, making her bleed and as soon as she fell backwards, the ref called round and I walked over to my handler.

“You could’ve lost it, you know- stop getting distracted.” Mike demanded.

“I’m fine.” I spat through my mouth guard. Mike looked skeptical but it went away when he saw how I was eyeing that girl up like she was lunch.

The next round went the same, almost- I didn’t get touched this time. I actually physically knocked her out this time around. As soon as the match was over, I dashed to the locker room, grabbed my stuff, and ran home.



I had been waiting by her door for a half hour and she still hadn’t answered the door. I tried to open it, but it was locked. If this was her way of breaking up with me…I shook my head and started back for my car, but as soon as I turned around, I turned around into Bethany.

“Harry…” She stammered. She was covered in blood, in a sports bra, and soffie shorts.

“Let me guess…you had a fight you forgot about.” I sighed and she looked down, nodding. “Hey, it’s fine…you have to make a living.” She looked up at me, her eyes sparkling.

“You aren’t mad?!”

“I’m hurt since you didn’t tell me…” Her eyes dropped but I took a step closer to her. “But that doesn’t change how I feel about you. I still care so much about you.” I pushed the few strands of bloody hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, making her smile.

“You can come in while I get cleaned up, quick.” She whispered shyly. I smiled as she led me inside. I watched TV in the living room while I finished for her to get ready, and a half hour later, she walked out in skinny jeans and a over-sized sweater that she pulled off very well. And for once, her hair wasn’t in a ponytail.

“Wow, someone’s’ dressed up!” She smirked and pushed me.

“Shut up! I can put my hair up if you’d prefer.”

“No.” I said, pulling her to me. “I like it down like this…it’s beautiful.” She looked down, blushing. I kissed her head again, grabbed her hand, and led her to my car. I drove us to a park closer to my house and parked the car. We climbed out and walked closer to the lake’s edge, where I had set up a candle light picnic. 

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