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*


2. Practice



I took the bus to the shit part of town. I sighed as I walked off the bus, paying my toll. I started walking to the even worse part of where I lived. I pretty much lived in the slums; no thanks to my family. When I got home, I practically had to push the door down to get it open. I threw my bag on the ground and turned on the small lamp in the living room. I saw my older brother, Dan, passed out on the couch. How the fuck he got into my flat totally beat me. He was probably drunk and climbed through a window.

I walked to my bathroom and took a quick shower before I ran out of hot water. It felt nice to get clean after tonight’s match. As soon as I got out, I put on sweatpants and a sports bra. I walked out to the kitchen and shuffled through the bills. I realized I had to pay in a few days. I groaned and counted what I had made with tonight’s fight. As I counted, I realized people were slowly started to bid more and more on me. This thought made me smile. My coach always thought I could go to the MMA’s to make real pay, but I always thought I would only be good for the underground fights that were, believe it or not, illegal. I could get arrested for doing what I do.

Oh my god…eleven thousand…this was the most I’ve made in one fight, one night…ever.

I almost started crying when I realized for the first time, I would be able to pay all of my bills in full and still have some money left over. I split the money up and put them all in separate envelopes and labeled them to wear I would bring them tomorrow on my way to practice. I brought them back to my room and locked them up in the safe so Dan couldn’t get to them. When I figured I had it locked up tight, I fell asleep.



“Hey, come on mate- up!” Zayn called, ripping the blankets off me.

“What now…?” I groaned.

“We’re going to the gym.”

“Zayn…Liam is the only one who would suggest something like that.” I said, looking up at him. Zayn smirked and shook his head.

“We aren’t working out.”

“Then why go?”

“To meet the girl who won yesterday.” Zayn said, smiling big. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed.

“Why can’t you bring Liam or Niall?”

“Because you’re the one who went to the fight with me.” Zayn said with a shrug. I rolled my eyes and threw on jeans and a plaid shirt. I ran my hands through my hair and followed Zayn to his car. He drove us to the gym that was next to the place where we were yesterday. Zayn parked his car, and we hopped out and then walked inside.

When we got in there, there was only two people, plus us- so four people; the female fighter from yesterday, the guy she was fighting, and us. I watched as she threw her punches at his gloves and how she moved when he went at her. He seemed to be trying hard, but she was just too good. She had barely even broken a sweat while the guy had sweat pouring down his face. I watched intently as they continued to fight, not noticing us watching them. Like yesterday, she seemed to be moving swiftly and powerfully but she still had something off about her…I still couldn’t place it.



I pounced on Coach Mike, knocking him to the ground, causing him to grunt. I punched him over and over until he started pounding his fist on the mat. I crawled off him and helped him up. I walked over to my side and spit my mouth guard off and that’s when I noticed the two boys watching me.

“Jesus Christ Bethany…I think you gave me a concussion.” Mike said. I smiled at him before turning back to the boys.

“Can we help you?” I asked as I ducked under the ropes.

“I’m Zayn. I went to your match yesterday and just wanted to say how well you did.” The one boy said as I approached him. He had the designer clothes on, yet he still looked homeless. I shook my head and smiled.

“Thank you.” I said, nodding.

“Harry; I was sort of brought along.” The curly haired boy said. I nodded at him.

“Well nice to meet you two. I’m Bethany.” I said, smiling.

“I know.” Zayn said, making me laugh. “Do you want to grab something to eat with us?” I was taken by surprise at his offer. I didn’t get many offers because a lot of people were scared of me. I guess my surprise showed because Zayn started laughing. “Don’t tell me you don’t get asked often.”

“I could, but that would be lying. I’ll be glad to go with you guys I just need to finish up.” I said.

“We’ll be over here.” Zayn said, motioning to a couple chairs set up closer to the bags. I nodded and jogged over to my bag. I pulled my iPod out and turned it on. I slipped the headphones in and put the volume all the way up, knowing everyone could hear it. I walked over to the bag and took my gloves off, throwing them to the ground. I dragged my hands through chalk and clapped my hands together. I closed my eyes, getting in the zone, thinking of every bad thing someone has done to me. The anger growing in me was uncontainable. I reached out and flung the hardest punch I think I’ve ever given at the bag, causing it to swing back. My feet started to dance with the rhythm of the music which matched my anger. My fists flew at the bag, getting my anger out. I barely broke a sweat, since this was something I did every day.

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