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*

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19. Match Two

 

When it was time, I started walking out towards the ring. Gemma wasn’t kidding when she said Harry was here. He was sitting front row with Zayn and Louis. I suddenly felt very nervous, which normally doesn’t happen to me.

“Ready, kid?” I nodded wordlessly to Mike.

“AND HERE SHE IS; THE CHAMPION, BETHANY WACKER!” I went jogging out to screams drumming in my ears. I tried to avoid Harry’s gaze but failed when I scanned the crowd and my eyes landed on him. I sucked in my breath, realizing how good he looked.

“Come on- to your chair.” Mike nudged me. I kept my eyes on Harry as I made my way to my chair. I sat down and my handler started wrapping my hands as Mike rubbed my shoulders. I closed my eyes and escaped to my utter hell, like I did before every match. When I heard a bell, I stood up and Mike took my robe off me. I stretched my arms as I walked to the center, still looking at Harry through the corners of my eyes.

“Shake hands.” The girl held her arm out to me and I hit it away as my anger built up. “And…FIGHT!” I didn’t even wait for her to throw the first punch, I dove right on her. She screamed as I started throwing punches at her face. This is for what Gemma did to her family…

*DING, DING*

I pulled myself off her bloody body and walked over to my corner. Her handler and coach were cleaning her off as I was being given a pep talk. I looked over at Harry and he honestly looked scared of me. The color red flashed in my eyes and I was ready to go out for blood- more blood. I was pushed back to the center when the bell rang again.

“And…fight!” Again, I dove on her, knocking her to the ground. I was swinging punches on her throat, her head…I was surprised I hadn’t killed her yet. This is for Dan and his fucking habits…

*DING, DING*

I got off her and was proclaimed the winner since I had won two of three rounds. The girl limped away and I had no intention of apologizing. She set herself up for this.

“GOOD JOB!” Mike yelled over the screams. I nodded but all I wanted to do was go see Harry. I pushed around Mike, avoided the fans, and went up to Harry.

“Why are you here?” I spat. I was covered in the girls blood and my own sweat, probably looking like a mess.

“I…I wanted to see you.”

“I’m not someone you should get wrapped up in. Never come back here.” I said as my handler came over, wiping me clean. I pushed him off me and stormed away. I don’t know what I was doing, or becoming…but it sure as hell wasn’t good. 

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