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*


10. Worried



I was worried about her. I mean, sure we’ve only seen each other and talked a few times but that didn’t change the fact that I was worried. She looked so scared on the phone. Whatever it was, it clearly wasn’t good at all.

“You alright, mate?” Zayn asked me.

“I’m worried about her. Whatever that phone call was…it wasn’t good.” I pointed out.

“That’s true but she can handle it. She’s a big girl.” Zayn said with a shrug. I knew by her reaction she wasn’t as strong as she came off to be.

“I’m going for a drive.” I said, standing up.

“This late?” Louis asked me. I nodded.

“Yeah…I need to clear my head.” I said before walking out. I climbed into my car and drove to the slums of London. I got there a half hour later and did it creep me out. I’ve never seen anything so scary in my life. I kept driving until I saw a couple girls walking on the road that didn’t look too scary. I pulled over and got out of my car. “EXCUSE ME!” I yelled after them.

“Can we help you?” The one asked, sounding annoyed.

“Do you know where I can find Bethany Wacker?” Their eyes grew wide and I looked back and forth between the two of them.

“Yeah…we know.”

“Can you tell me…?” They looked at each other and looked back at me.

“Why should we? We don’t want to send a strange guy after her.”

“I’m not a stranger to her. She was at my house earlier today and left because she got a call from someone; she said it was urgent.”

“He knows her.” The one said to the other. “Okay, go all the way down the road until you hit a stop sign, than take a right, than the third left. You’ll see her apartment.” I nodded and started backing away.

“Thanks!” I called back as I hopped back into my car. I quickly drove to where they had directed me to and when I got to the apartment, I almost debated going back to get real directions. This place was beyond slums of London…this…this was plain dirt. I parked my car and locked it as I started walking up to the building. I opened the front door and saw some girl sitting by the counter, snapping her gum and looking through a magazine. “Uhm, excuse me?” I asked. She looked up and smiled at me.

“How can I help you?”

“I need Bethany Wacker’s room number…” She raised an eyebrow at me and rolled her eyes.

“You would be the first to ask for that. Most people steer clear of her.”

“Why?” She laughed, almost as if what I asked was a joke.

“She’s dangerous. But her room is on floor three, room 309.”

“Thank you.” I said, making my way to the stairs. When I got to her door, I took a deep breath before knocking. After a couple seconds and the sounds of locks coming undone, the door finally opened.

“Harry?” She stammered when she saw me standing there. You could tell she wasn’t expecting me to show up at her door.



I open my door…and who is standing there? Harry…Harry is standing at my door. This was the last thing I expected to see at eleven at night.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in surprise.

“I was worried about you…so I came to find you. You didn’t look too good before you left our place earlier today.” I half smiled.

“Come in…but be warned, it’s not that nice.” I said, making Harry laugh as he followed me in.

“It’s alright.” Harry said. I closed the door behind him as he started looking around.


“Yeah, that’d be great.” I walked to the kitchen, followed by Harry.

“Here you go.” I said, handing him a mug. He gratefully accepted the cup and sat down at the table. I sat down across from him after I refilled my mug.

“So what happened?” Harry finally asked.

“It’s…complicated.” I whispered, not sure I wanted to talk about it.

“How complicated?”

“It’s probably something you wouldn’t be able to comprehend; not to sound like a bitch or anything but from what I know about you, I mean…”

“No, I understand.” Harry said, holding up a hand.

“I just don’t really open up to people. It’s not my thing.” I shrugged.

“Why’s that?”

“Rough past, rough life…not everything comes as easily to me so…I work harder. It’s kind of isolated me from society; therefore I don’t really know how to interact with others socially.”

“Wow…” Harry leaned back in his chair with his eyes growing wide. I shrugged, unsure of what to say- here come the shitty social skills I have. I stayed silent and continued drinking my tea. “So what can I know about you?” Harry asked, leaning closer to me. I shrugged and looked down.

“My name, what I do, and where I come from.”

“I know all of that already; plus your age.”

“And that’s all you really need to know about me.”

“Why’s that?” I sighed and took a deep breath before answering.

“You won’t stay if you know me.” I whispered. Harry leaned even closer in and tilted my face up so our eyes met.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered, making me tear up again. The last time I heard that was when my mom said it…on her death bed…

After a couple more hours, Harry and were watching Die Hard. We weren’t cuddling, touching, or anything those stupid couples do; we were just watching the movie and fell asleep doing so.

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