The Fight2

[Sequel to The Fight.]
An Image, A memory, A fist. Kasey is nineteen.
She fell in love with Harry Styles. A fighter and criminal with a shady past.
But what's next for Kasey and Harry? Will Kasey follow her heart or her head? Will she be there when Harry needs her most? And will Harry be there in return? Will something get in the way of her feelings? Or simply make things more difficult. Find out, in The Fight2.


1. ONE

It has been three long Harry free days, and I haven't done much but sit around the house watching T.V and eating Ben&Jerry's. Sweat pants, Ice Cream and CSI...yes I know, CSI. Well isn't my world full of rainbows and ponies. I feel like crap, I look like crap and I don't want to say I miss him...but, I do. 


The other day, when I left. He didn't come after me. He didn't even shout for me to stop. He just...didn't do anything. Doesn't he care? Who am I kidding, why would a guy that is so godlike and intimidating like him ever care about me! 


So anyway, I'm sat here, on this lame ass sofa with a fresh tub, and I just can't stop thinking about him. I hate him for making me fall for him. I hate him for making me wish he was here 24/7. I hate that I think maybe if I just stay sat here for a little while longer then maybe, just maybe he'll show up...maybe he'll call...text. But no. That's not going to happen. My life currently feels like that scene in Twilight where Bella Swan is sat in a chair with her knees brought to her chest as she stares out of the window watching the seasons change and time passing as she suffers the nightmares of Edwards absence. 'About three things I was absolutely positive. First Harry was a boxer. Second there was a part of him- and I didn't know how dominant that part might be- that had a thirst for over powering me. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.'





My attention is suddenly drawn to my mobile which I had dumped near the T.V in attempt to stop myself checking for messages every two minutes. In a flash I had sprinted across to the other side of the messy room, hope filling my mind as I looked at the screen of my phone to see that I had received a text. I questioned myself whether or not I should click to see what it says and who it was, but I do...and my heart sinks when I see it's from my boss.


Hi Kasey, 

Back to work this afternoon please? Sorry for such short no-



I stopped myself from reading on as I took a deep breath and made my way up the stairs to my bedroom. Kasey, you can do this. It will help get your mind off of things. I mentally encouraged myself as I stumbled up the never ending stair case. When I reached the top and entered my room I grabbed my work clothes and headed for the shower. The warm water making the slowly healing wound on my head sting, whilst I shivered in pain. Once I had finished in the shower I tied my hair up in a messy bun and got dressed. Honestly, I don't care what I look like. No perfect hair. No makeup. No Life. Well that sums me up well! 


I left my house feeling like the joys of summer! Yeah. Right. To brighten my day even more it was raining. A lot. I quickly slide my earphones on and push play on my phone. Then open up my umbrella and begin to walk down the gloomy street. The roads were busy today and as I walked along the pavement (sidewalk) the speeding vehicles would cover me in mucky water from roadside puddles. Trying to avoid getting soaked made the walk to work seem to last forever. I paused in my pace as I glanced down a dark alley to the side of the pavement. I gulped loudly. This is where I first saw Ha-. I took a deep breath and carried on walking along the pavement. I wish I had never seen him in that alley. I wish I had never met him. But now I've fallen for him...and there's nothing I can do about it.


I eventually reached work where I saw a small boy and Joe putting up posters in the shop window. The boy was smiling and so was he. I hadn't seen Joe since he was beaten by... Joe threw a wave at me through the window and signalled me to come in from the rain. I nodded and put on a weak smile as I dragged myself through the doors.


"Hi." I greeted Joe simply. As I looked at his scard face and arms, the memories of him slumped on the floor haunting my mind. 


"I-I'm so sorry." I stuttered as I struggled to hold back tears that were forcing their way free. 


"It's not your fault." Joe softly replied as he wiped an escaped tear from beneath my eye. But then my lip started to quiver and the build up of emotions just exploded from my body. 


"It is. I could have stopped him. I could have helped!" I shouted through floods of hysterical tears. 


"Shh...I promise you, it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done." Joe softly tried to calm me as he held me to his chest. I sobbed onto his work shirt as he began to gently stroke my head. I squealed in pain as his hand ran over my half healed scar.


"I’m so sorr- Oh my god what happened to you?" Joe's voice started off apologetic but then quickly became concerned. What was I going to tell him? I couldn't say that it was Ha-.


"My friend offered to teach me how to box." I paused as I tried to think of a convincing and believable comment to back myself up with.


"And...Well. It just gets a little rough sometimes." Joe didn't look convinced but seemed to change the subject anyway. 


"Shelf stacking for you today." A jolly chant escaped his mouth as he walked away. I grinded my teeth together in frustration. Could my day really get any worse?




It was now 5:23pm and Joe and I were beginning to lock up the tills and give the shop a little tidy before we closed. Normally when I had a shift with Joe we'd spend it laughing and joking but not today. I found today extremely difficult but I guess I was just going to have to cope with it. We made our way to the doors and once we got outside I locked it up and Joe began to pull the shutter down.


"I guess you're going to this?" Joe nodded his head in the direction of the poster he and the little boy had put up in the window earlier. My face grew confused as I walked over to look at it.







"I assume you're going?" Joe asked again. At first I didn't realise what it was, but then I scanned over all the words quickly again. As I did, anger and disappointment took over all the other emotions I was feeling today. 'THE BIG FIGHT REUNION' it was a reunion of a fight that took place around 4 or 5 years ago. A rematch? So it wasn't just an old enemy. They had fought before. 'THE OLD SCHOOL GYM' that's about fifteen minutes away from my house and it's not even part of a school! So he wasn't really going to a school reunion, he had just played the words to make it sound better. 


"Well?" Joe chuckled as he nudged me in the side with his elbow bringing me back to a cruel reality. 


" I'm not going." I mumbled as I slowly turned to walk away from the shop. I couldn't really explain how I was feeling now. In my mind I was hoping that it wouldn't be as bad as it sounded. Well if it was really that bad they wouldn't advertise it, right? Who am I kidding, of course they would.


"Hey, wait up!" I heard Joe call as he jogged up beside me. I turned to look at him and put on another weak smile.


"Are you ok?" I felt his warm touch on the side of my arm stop me from walking.


"Fine." I lied and smiled again.


"I've known you, for like...forever! You're not fine." Joe replied as he put his thumb under my chin and raised my head to meet his eye-line. I sighed breaking the eye contact and looking down to my twiddling fingers. 


"You don't have to tell me, but you know I'm always here if you want to." His soft voice reassured me, giving me a slight sense of hope. I raised my head. Maybe telling someone would help. A problem shared is a problem halved right? I took a deep breath to prepare myself for the many questions he'd have to ask once I had told him. But that's when we were interrupted by a familiar voice. 


"Kasey?" The voice questioned. 

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