Kick A$$ (Harry Styles Fan Fic)

"Kam, you see that guy over there?" Jami pointed to a familiar guy dancing with two girls. "He's a boxer, you two should so get together." I rolled my eyes, the one and only Harry Styles. "I'd rather fight him then be his one night stand." Jami laughed. "He's one of the greatest boxers there are, I'm pretty sure a girl like you couldn't beat him." I turned and looked at her. "A girl like me?" I snickered and looked back at him. "I could kick his ass."


3. Chapter Three

(Kam's POV)


I woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing. "Shit." I ran to the bathroom and looked at my hair. Great bed head. The doorbell rang again while I was trying to fix my hair. "Ugh fuck it." I ran to the door opening to see Curly.

"Did you just wake up?" He laughed. I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside closing the door behind him. He smirked at my outfit. I was only wearing a bra and baggy PJ bottoms.

"Sit, and stop looking at me like that." I said running back to my bedroom. I threw on some short and a sports bra. I threw my short hair up into a pony tail and grabbed my duffle bag. It only took me a few minutes. I went back out to the kitchen to grab something for breakfast.

"Looks like your bruises are almost gone." He said smiling.

"Yeah, how's your bruise?" I laughed taking a bite out of my banana. He watched me eat it, and it was kind of awkward. I was eating a banana, and we were talking about his... yeah.

"It's doing great." He said sarcastically.

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" I joked as I threw the banana away.

"Sure." He grabbed his pants, about to pull them down. I quickly turned around.

"I was kidding!" He laughed and stopped pulling down his pants. "Take a joke." I turned around and punched his chest and picked my bag back up. "Let's go." I ran to the door and opened it. I went out to his car, and he suddenly stepped infront of me opening the car door for me.

"Why do you do that?" I laughed getting in.

"You complain about everything I do, don't you?" He closed the door and ran to the other side. He started up the car and quickly drove off to the gym. Once we got there we went inside. The gym was still dark, which meant Coach Barns wasn't here yet. I wondered what he had in mind for training today. I immediately began wrapping my hands. I put on my boxing gloves, not bothering to put my mouth piece in yet. I hated my mouth piece to it was to big for my mouth. Harry warmed up on the Heavy bag. While I warmed up on the speed bag.

After a few minutes of that Harry came over to me wearing punch pads. "Hit me." He said holding them up. I raised an eyebrow and shrugged. I began punching at him then. Constantly one after the other, crossing over my punches a few times. "Not bad, but still you hit like a girl, try to knock me out."

I hit like a girl? Ugh, this is what I hate about boy boxers. I began throwing punches one after another harder than before, on my last punch I struck the pad harder than you should when you're punching a person. Harry almost lost his balance, but only stepped back 1 step. "Well you got me to move this time, that's an improvement."

I rolled my eyes. "If I'm not good enough lets see what you've got." I took off my boxing gloves and took the punching pads from him. I put them on and he put his boxing gloves on.

"You sure about this." I nodded, he began punching immediately. On the first punch I lost my balance a little and had to take a step back. He took a step forwards and began punching again. Punch after Punch and my arms were becoming weak, he was a lot stronger than I expected him to be. I guess he is as good as he tells me he is. More of a challenge for me I guess.

"Wow Styles you really have improved." Coach Barns said sitting on a bench across from us. Harry stopped and looked over at Coach Barns so I took the chance, I ran towards him with the pads infront of me, running into him. I knocked him over quickly.

"It's his fault he let his guard down, that could of been the death of him." I mocked him from the last time we trained together. Harry got up and looked at me surprised." Looks like you've gotten her to improve, good job." Coach Barns said clapping while laughing at Harry.

"I learn from the best." I said feeling proud of myself. I took the punching pads off and gave them to Coach Barns so could use them later.

"Oh um Coach Barns, do you ever have Kam run for practice?" Coach shook his head no. And I really wanted to punch him to tell him to shut up, but I didn't have my gloves on. "You should really have her run, it could help her stamina during a match." Harry looked at me and smiled. "Right?"

"Or you could be my punching bag, while I take a whack at you." I smiled. "That could help my stress level." Harry crossed his arms across his chest.

"Good idea both of you, How about you run laps outside around the gym. Kam, if you want to use him for your punching bag, you can run after him." I laughed, was he being serious. "Get started." I didn't realize he was being serious.

"I'll give you a head start while I put my gloves on, better get running now." I smiled grabbing my gloves.

"I won't need a head start." He laughed and waited for me by the door. Once I got my gloves on I walked over to him by the door.

"On your marks, get set..." Harry about left but I hadn't said go yet, so he stopped himself. "Go." I said after a while, getting my first punch. I got him right on the arm, he began running and I chased after him. We caught a few peoples attention that were walking by on the side walk. But I was to busy chasing him, and he was to busy running away.

I pulled a few cheap tricks on him by hiding around the buildings, and hitting him when he came by. A few other times, I caught up to him with speed. He was only a little bit faster than me. We were coming around to the front again, and Harry suddenly stopped. "What's wrong you tired Styles?" I laughed catching up to him, I was about to punch him again when I noticed Coach Barns. "Oh are we done?" I looked at him, and he had a concerned look on his face. "Ugh."

"Kam you've got a phone call." I took off one of my boxing gloves and answered.

"Hello?" I could hear a silent cry in the background.

"Kami, you need to come home." My mother said, holding back a cry. What was wrong with her? I couldn't go back home was she insane? I had came all the way to the United Kingdom just to train with Coach Barns. No way was I going back to America now, especially with the tournament coming up.

Besides my mom was probably pulling some shit on me. She was always trying to get me to come home when she really missed me. "Mom I have a tournament in a couple of weeks, I don't have time to go home now."

"Kami it's your father, he's-." She was cut off by a big cry. I looked over to Coach Barns and he still had a concerned look on his face. Harry stood there confused and still out of breath.


"He's been diagnosed a rare case of lung cancer." I bit my lip, what did this mean?

"Is that all you had to tell me?" I choked on air a little and had to turn around. My eyes were a little watery. I wasn't going to cry infront of Coach Barns, especially Harry.

"He's only got a few weeks left, and he wants you to come home." I felt my knees shake, I can't do anything rash. Don't faint, don't cry, don't show your weakness. I couldn't go home at a time like this. I could just video call him or something.

What am I saying this is my dad... Coach Barns put a hands on my shoulder. I ended the call with my mom and gave him back my phone. I took a deep breath and walked back inside. I put my boxing glove back on, and I walked up to the heavy bag.

I began punching it, letting out so much anger I couldn't even think. How can this happen at a time like this. I struck the bag even harder, and I was about to strike again when I felt a strong hand stop my punch. I looked up to see Harry standing there. "Coach wants to talk to you." I shook my head. I was about to strike the bag again, but Harry stepped between me and the bag.

I stared at the butterfly on his chest. "Move, I need to practice." My voice cracked again, and I almost broke into tears. I shook my head again. "Move Harry." He groaned and moved out of the way, and I continued to punch the bag.

He sat down next to me, while I practiced. "Is it a family thing?" He asked, I ignored him and continued punching the bag. "Kam?" I looked at him angrily, then walked over to the radio, I turned on the music and cranked up the volume. I walked back to the heavy bag. Right as I went to punch the bag Harry stepped in wearing punching pads.

So instead of punching the bag, I began punching at him. Each punch I threw I made sure it was a good one. I tried my best not to think about my family, god they were so annoying. Right when I was about to accomplish something they'd step in and tell me to come home. It was like they didn't want me to succeed.

GOD their just as annoying as Harry! I punched the pads even harder, my arms were starting to get tighter, but I didn't stop. I just kept going, because I knew if I stopped I'd break.

I stopped for a second and jumped in place shaking off my arms, then continued punching. This went on for what seemed like hours, and I soon became to tired to continue anymore. I fell to my knees, trying to catch my breath. So many things ran through my head, I thought I was going to explode.

I had to keep telling my self that it wasn't the end of the world, just so I wouldn't scream at somebody. I felt a hand on my back, and I suddenly became weak. I quickly turned and hugged them, I didn't care who it was I just hugged them. I needed somebody again.

I buried my face in the crook of their neck, their curls soaking up my tears. I instantly knew it was Curly only because Coach Barns was bald. I began crying and screaming, not even conscious of what was going on anymore. Stay here and go to the tournament, and do what I enjoy. Or break in and go home to see my father.

Once I had ran out of tears, I let go of them, and looked down at the ground. The music from the radio was suddenly shut off, but I didn't dare look up. My face was probably a mess, and I just showed my weakness, which is completely embarrassing. "Kam it's okay if you miss out on this one, I think it's best if you go home to see your Pop anyways." I heard Coach Barns say.

"I'm not going home, and I'm not missing this tournament." I said, my voice so soft barely Harry could probably hear.

"If you're not going to listen to me, then I'm going to fire you and force you to go back home." My head shot up and looked at Coach Barns. 

"You'll fire me if I don't go see my family?!" Great this couldn't be any better.

"Their your family Kam, doesn't that mean anything to you?!" He almost looked angry at me, which I usually don't see from him.

"And this is my career!"

"You can get a different career, but you can't get a different family." He shook his head. "Apparently I didn't teach you anything." My jaw dropped. "So you can either lose your job, or you can go home to your family."

I took off my boxing gloves and rubbed my forehead. This isn't happening. "I guess I have no choice then." I threw all my stuff in my bag and began walking out of the gym.

"Kam wait!" I heard Harry call after me. I stopped and took a deep breath. I turned around and Harry stood infront of me. "Maybe I could go with you, and we could train together. He just said you had to visit your family, so maybe you can come back in time for the tournament."

Thoughts began running through my mind, not that it was a bad idea. But I had no idea when my father was going to die. My mother made it clear that he wasn't going to be alive for much longer. But I was starting to feel bad, not wanting to be there for my father. Not like he was ever there for me.

Ugh. I looked up at Harry. "You'd do that?"

"Hey it's just a tournament, if we miss it it's not that big of a deal." I rubbed the back of my neck. It was a big deal it was one of the biggest tournaments there was. It led to the country wide tournament. Which was bigger than this one.

I smiled. "Curly you're not so bad." I looked up at him and he blushed a soft red.

"So is that a yes?" I nodded and he smiled. "I'll get the plane tickets and pick you up tomorrow morning." Woah, his words hit me like a brick wall. Leave tomorrow? I kind of spaced off at first.

"Oh um, okay." I smiled and he nodded before running off to his car kind of excited. I rubbed the back of my neck. I was about to go get into my car, but then realized Harry drove me here. Harry must have realized it too, because he suddenly stopped. "Hey Kam need a ride?!" He hollered. I laughed and walked to his car. Before I got there he already had the door open for me. I got in and he shut the door.

We drove off to my house, it was later than I thought and it was already dark. "Cya later Kamel." He said winking as he stopped in my driveway.

"Cya Curly." I laughed as I walked inside my house, this time actually getting to open the car door myself. Harry quickly left and I looked around my house. Kind of just frozen.

I eventually brought myself to pack everything that I'd need. Once I showered and got ready for bed, I didn't feel like sleeping anymore. I laid down in my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Then I suddenly felt the urge to call Harry. I had no idea why. I looked at the clock, and it was already 11 PM. But I didn't really care, I called Harry and it rang for a while, but he eventually answered.

"Hello?" I groaned into the phone, I most have woke him up.

"Hey Curly." I said, mentally laughing that I had woken him up.

"Everything all right?" He asked.

"Yeah why?"

"Well it's almost midnight, why'd you call?" I paused, not even knowing why I called him. I didn't want to tell him that though, because he would get mad. And he's doing something for me, so I didn't want to be that mean. So I said the first thing that came to mind, then regretted it.

"I can't sleep, do you think you could maybe just come over?" I mentally slapped myself, was I insane? Inviting him over?

"Sure, ugh I'll be there in a few minutes." He ended the call and I looked back up the ceiling. I just asked him to come over, what the hell is wrong with me? I screamed into my pillow.

A couple of minutes later Harry rang the doorbell. I answered, and he was wearing shorts and no shirt. And he had bed head. I smiled a little. "Oh did you just wake up?" I said mocking him from this morning.

"Shut up." He laughed. I walked into my bedroom and he followed me. "You want me to sleep in the same bed with you, or sleep on the couch?" I looked at him oddly. I'm surprised he even dared to ask. I figured he'd just get in bed with me.

"You can sleep in my bed with me, I don't mind." I got under the covers, and so did he. I turned my back to him, and so did he. It was only a few minutes later and he was asleep. So much for helping me sleep. He was snoring softly, and it was kind of cute. He rolled over and faced me, so I rolled over as well looking at him.

His face was pale, and his dimples were visible. I kind of laughed, I could see why he had fan girls. He was really muscular, and even though I never liked tattoos, they suited him well. His curls laid on my pillow, they looked so funny. Harry scooted closer to me, and it scared me at first. I went to roll away from him, but then realized I was at the end of the bed.

I rolled back over, and became face to face with him. Our faces only inches away. His hot breath hit my face, and it oddly felt good. It felt good to have somebody so close to me, that didn't want to knock me out.

I scooted a little closer to him so I wouldn't fall off the bed. He suddenly put an arm around me, and before I could argue his arm became stiff. "Please I didn't mean to hurt you, don't leave." He murmured. Was he sleep talking? And what was he sleep talking about? I tried to budge against his arm. "Please." His arm became more stiff. Leaving me no choice, I had to stay where I was. He was stronger than me, sadly.

He pulled me close to his chest, and his body heat made me feel weak. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep.


A/N: Aw so cute haha. Hope you guys liked the chapter. It's starting to get a little hot Lool    (Not edited)

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