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// In which Y/N meets one of the New York’s notorious underground boxing champions, Harry Styles //

//Part 1//

//Boxer!Harry x reader//


Harry grunted at the harsh impact of the man’s fist against his cheek. He spit out the blood that was pooling in his mouth. He bounced on the balls of his toes, he held his guards searching for the perfect opportunity to punch him. He dodged the right hook that came in his direction, the man was left open Harry took the opportunity to connect his gust to jaw. The man stumble back leaving Harry to punch his multiple times, blood ran down his jaw and the corner of his head. His body fell limp to floor, his eyes rolling to back of his eyes while he punched gently at the air.

“Our undefeated champion who stills reigns victorious! Harry Styles!” The announcer shouted, his hand quickly snatching Harry ’s wrist while he threw it up in the air. His hand snatching it up with each excessive amount of cheering that echoed in the room. He grunted softly at his actions. Harry flinched when heavy hands fell on his shoulders, the loud cheers of his team echoed in his ear. Their rough hands harshly shook Harry ’s head, he hated their display of affection. His head began to pulsate while his wounds on face began to sting when his sweat would trace down his face.

Harry’s coach began to guide him out of the arena, his hand swatting at the prying hands that wanted to feel or make acquaintances with Harry. Harry sighed in relief when the loud echoes and cheers were silence by the door of the rustic locker room. He took a seat on the bench, his hands placed on either side of the bench while he took small breaths. “You scared the shit out of me boy”

“I told you to believe me, to believe in me pops!” Harry whispered with a chuckle, he quickly caught the warm towel that Pops threw in his direction, he dabbed the warm cloth on his face, he flinched his hand away at the stinging sensation he felt. He tossed the towel over his shoulder as he started to rustle through his duffle bag. Harry began to mentally prepare himself for the erotic night that was about to transpire. All the woman that hover around him, their wandering hands and lips.

“Be safe boy, wrapped it up” Pops advised, his finger flickering in his direction. Harry gave him a quick nod before letting out a soft chuckle at words.

After Harry showered, he clothed himself brushing off the folds and wrinkles from his clothing. He ran his hands over the old scar and new scar that was beginning to form. Blood would occasionally ooze out of it, he couldn’t feel it running down his face at times since he was use to the feeling. “Alright come Styles, we got bitches waiting for us!” A voice shouted the doors bursted open revealing an already drunk

He laughed softly at his drunken friend actions, his heavy arm colliding unto his shoulder as they entered the pub just above them. The sound of laughter and drunken squeals filled their ears. The room smell heavily of alcohol and weed. Harry watched the bodies dance about drunkenly nobody seemed to be in beat.

He sat at the bar, he order a drink to dull some of the pain he was feeling. Jared wasn’t an.easy opponent to knock out, his fist felt as if they were made out of metal, how hard they smashed against his face and he’d always aim for the same spot making the pain that festered there grow.

“Uh excuse me-” his head snapped toward the girl, his eyes taking in the girl in front of him.

“Harry” he filled in, his tongue running over his lips as he brought his bottom lip back with his teeth.

“Y/N” she smiled briefly, “you have blood dripping down-” he slapped his hand to his face, catching some of the blood that slowly raced down his face.

Harry looked at the girl, while she gently swiped off the blood that ran down on his cheek. She offered a soft smile before pushing the napkin into his bruised hands. “If you want I can help you clean those up.” She smiled slowly, he nodded slightly before getting up. He slowly trailed behind the girl, his eyes failing to her sculptured ass. He fought the urge to cuff them in his hands.

Once entering the family bathroom, she pressed him against the sink. “How did you get these cuts?” She whispered as she rummaged through the first aide kit, that was always against the changing table in the bathroom. She began opening the packets of alcohol pads while she waited for his answer. Harry pressed his lips in a thin line before turning his attention to girl.

“I got into a little fight” she ahed slowly, her hands gripped his chin forcing him to look up at him. Without warning she swiped the long cut that ran down his face, he growled lowly his hands gripping the porcelain sink below him. He glared at her, his jaw clenching as he his breathing began to falter. “A little warnin-” before he could complete his sentence, she ran the alcohol pad over the wound, he gave out a soft scream through his clenched teeth.

“It’s better if I didn’t tell you” she smile, her hand smoothing out the bandaid on his face. He grunted out a nod. She laughed softly at his state, his body slightly curved as he his breathing became erratic and irregular. He ran his hands through his hair before looking back up at the girl. “Well Mr. Bad boy, I’d suggest cleaning that when you change bandages, it looks deep but not deep enough for stitches”

“How do you know that?” He whispered

“My brother use to get to fights a lot and I had to nurse him back to health, he hated going to my mom she was little- ruthless.” Y/N simply responded, her hands gently cuffing his face as she examined his wounds. She noticed that some were old and left slight scars behind, she noticed his face was slightly swollen and his lips were purple due to bruising. His eyebrow hand a slash through the end, disconnecting the air. It healed irregular and with proper care which explained why the hair wasn’t growing back.

“Thanks” he let out, she nodded slightly at his words. He quickly grabbed her hands that were slowly moving away from his face, he was watching her plum lips. He ran his tongue over his bottom lips. His hand slowly sliding down to Y/N waist.

“Harry you’re drunk a-and-” she was cut off by his lips pressing against hers, his mouth molding into her open one. His tongue gently sliding into her mouth before darting out, her hands still hovering above his face. She tasted the alcohol that pooled in his mouth, she gasped for air when he pulled back from the kiss. His lips trailing down the side of her neck slowly.

“I have enough sense to know when a gorgeous girl is in front of me” his warm breath hitting against her neck.

Boxer Harry

You didn’t really like boxers and man buns before you met Harry. And you didn’t really like him before you got to know him. He seemed so rude and cocky but then you became friends and started hanging out for a while. Then it happend, he kissed you on your way to home and it was all blurry but one of the best nights in your life. Dating him was fun, extremely fun. But loving him and being loved by him was the best thing that ever happened in your life.

So here you are, a year after you two kissed in front of your old apartment, in the boxing hall waiting for him to finish his training. He’s wearing shorts and boxing gloves. His t-shirt is wet and his hair is in a man bun. You can pretend you’re not that affected of his hotness in front of him all you want but here’s the truth - you will never be able to deny how he takes you breath away.

“Done.” His trainer says and he sits on the floor completely exhausted.

It takes him some time to find you but when his eyes locks on you, it’s all gone. Your consciousness is empty now and you find yourself struggling to exhale your breath. It’s all getting worse when he starts walking to you. His hands are now free from the boxing gloves and your skin is hungry for their touch.

“Are yeh alright, babe?” He has this cocky smile on his face again and his lips look so kissable.

“Yeah” you murmur.

He bents down a little bit to whisper in your ear. “Good, ‘cause i can bet you’re dripping wet right now.”

Before you can ever think for an answer, you’re both in the dressing room. He locks the door and pulls you to the lockers. His lips travel from your neck to your jaw ans his cold hands are burning the skin of the back of your thigh. Your try to find something to hold onto because you can feel your knees bend so you bury your fingers in his hair which you set fee from his hair tie.

“I hate it when yeh tease me with these cute dresses” he says with a husky voice and his british accent is so evident now. “But i also love thinking ‘bout rippin’ ‘em apart.”

“Harry, please” you beg him as the pain between your legs is getting worse.

“What, babe? Tell me.”

“Kiss me, please just… Fuck me.”

Your words drive him crazy and soon you find yourself getting rid of his shirt completely naked in front of him. He lifts you and you wrap your legs aroung his waist. Kissing him is always passionat but never the same. He’s always doing something new that makes you dream of him at night. And here he is now controlling your mouth and massaging your booty in the same time. Here he is driving your crazy.

“Tell me how yeh want it.”

“Fast and rough” your words slip of your mouth before you can even think about their meaning.

“There yeh go then, baby.”

His fingers check you down there just in case. “God, yeh are so fuckin’ wet for me. Just as i thought.”

“Please…” You beg him one more time before he pulls his shorts and his boxers down and slides in you.

His trusts are fast and he’s biting the skin of your weak spot on your neck just as how you want him to. Your back is closely resting on the lockers and your mouth falls open when his fingers glide down between your bodies and start stimulating your clit.

“Harry” you moan loudly, making him lose his tempo and his trusts are uncontrolled now “I’m so close, please.”

He bury his head in your neck and moves his hand from your clit to your boobs. His other hand is tightly wrapped around your butt, holding you.

“Me too, babe, me too.”

One last trust in you and he freezes, coming with one of the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him. Just as he starts trusting in you again your head lean on the lockers and you pull him closer not sure if you actually freeze like him or start tugging his hair.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he moans as you keep trembling in his hands.

Cries leaves your mouth while he’s trying to mumble them with kisses because someone easily can hear you. After minutes of staying like that, not able to move, you two start remembering where you are and that you can get caught so you start dressing. When he unlocks the door and you go in front of him, you two see his trainer smiling.

“You naughty boy” he says to your boyfriend “Take care of this lady, i can see how she’s still trembling.”

Harry lifts you one more time and wink at his trainer as he pass him in the coridor and keeps walking to the exit of the building with you falling asleep in his arms.

Journeyman - Chapter 29

Gazing up at a street mural of an old man wasn’t how I had planned to spend my last day in London but as I stood on Bacon Street, just off Brick Lane, hand-in-hand with Harry staring at the surprisingly detailed portrait painted on brick, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.

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Imagines

Imagines:

The One With The Internship

You’re an intern on the late late show and Harry is beyond rude.  

The One Where You’re Sick

You’re sick and Harry comes home to take care of you.

The One Before The Wedding

You get nervous the night before the wedding.

The One Where He Cheats Part Two

Harry cheats on you and you’re not sure what to do.

The One Where You Get Jealous

Harry writes about another girl and you can’t stop thinking about it.

The One Where He Saves You

In which he is a life guard and you fall off your float.

The One Where You Drive Me Crazy

Y/N and Harry are in a lip sync battle and she gets him a little flustered.

The One Where Your Families Meet

Y/N speaks another language and plays translator between the two families.

The One Where You’re Just Friends

Y/N is shy, too shy, to the point Harry thinks she hates him.

The One Where It’s Empty

Y/N is left alone while Harry goes away and the house feels empty.

The One Where You’re Class Buddies

Y/N and Harry are both shy, staring at each other, cheeks pink. So What happens when they work together on a project?

The One Where They Meet Again Part Two

After a bad break up Y/N and Harry meet again at Niall’s party.

The One Where She’s His Little Secret

Y/N is a private person, and she made that clear to Harry, they were fine until pictures were posted of the two cuddling.

The One With The Interview

Harry can’t stop talking about Y/N and the cute faces she makes.

The One Where She Comes From Old Money

Y/N has always been spoiled, which leads to a fight between the two.

The One With The Surprise

Y/N buy’s Harry one of his dream gifts.

The One With The Smoothie

Harry meet Y/N at a smoothie bar.

The One Where You Fake It

Y/N fakes her orgasms.

The One Where He’s Sick

Harry is sick and grumpy.

The One Where She’s Stressed

Exam grades are coming out and Y/N has never been more stressed in her life.

The One Where She’s Welcomed To The Family

Anne supports Y/N.

The One Where She Get’s Into Her Dream School

Y/N has been a nervous wreck all week wondering if she got in or not.

The One At The Juicery

Y/N sparks Harry interest in juice.

The One With Miss America

Y/N can’t be home for July 4th, so Harry takes matters into his own hands.

The One With The Curls

Harry is in love with Y/N’s hair.

The One Where She’s Pregnant (AU)

Harry is a poor bartender who knocked up Y/N.

The One Where Harry meets Y/N While Volunteering 

Harry and Y/N lose contact after Africa

The One With the Shit Driver

Y/N can’t drive to save her life.

The One Where He Forgot Y/N’s Birthday

Harry forgets her birthday but Y/N literally doesn’t care.

The One With The Plane Ride

Harry and Y/N encounter a rude fan.

The One With Cold Remarks 

Harry has always been cold towards Y/N and she finally breaks.

The One With Cookies

Harry really likes his best friend Y/N who always seems to be in a relationship. 

The One With Summer Camp

Harry works at a summer camp where he really hates people and kids but Y/N is an exception.

The One With The Boxer  Part Two

Boxer Harry Styles hires, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.

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The eating ones get me like the way he sticks his tongue out before taking a bite of food no please put that back in your mouth fuck you thank you

Bathroom Chronicles

//In which Harry and Y/n occupy the bathroom\

 

Part Two// Part One

Harry hips grinded into Y/N’s trying to create fiction through their clothing. His dick pressed against his jeans, trying to desperately break free from it’s restriction. His hands roaming her almost bare torso, his hands gently cuffing her breast through her bra. He broke away from the kiss that captured her lips, his breathe fanning against her face while Harry slowly pressed his lips against her sternum before pushing her breast in his face, as he suck on her breast.

His lips connected back to hers, his hands cuffing her face bringing her closer to hi warm body. Her cool hands grabbing at his inked waist, her nails gently digging into Harry’s skin. His lips parted from hers as they found their way to her neck, sucking on her exposed skin. Her hands instantly grabbing his neck, while her legs slowly wrapped around his waist. Her sighs escaped her mouth as he moved to her collarbone letting his lips gently suck on the skin there. “Harry” she breathed out, he groaned softly at the sound of his name falling out of her lips. He pulled back, watching the panting girl in front of him. His hands slowly sliding to her back removing her bra, letting it fall to Y/N shoulders. She shivered lightly as Y/N’s bra fell in her lap. Harry’s slowly flickered to her bra, which was covered in purplish bruises. her neck had multiple staining her skin. She slowly tucked  strand of her hair behind her, her head slowly falling. Her chest still heaving slightly.

His warm hand sliding under chin, forcing the girl to watch him. “So beautiful” he whispered his slowly attaching back to her lips. Her hands quickly flying to his pants, her hands fumbling to unbuckle them. He swiftly pulls back his hand yanked off his pants, Y/N followed him, her fingers looping in her jeans before sliding them off. She shivered lightly as her ass connected with the cold porcelain sink. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to the edge. His groans softly at Y/N’s glistening pussy, his finger slowly running down her dripping core. She flinched softly at his tender touch, her hips bucking as he index finger gently traced out random patterns on her throbbing clit. His touches were light against her, she needed him.

“H-Harry I want you” she panted out, her hands gripping on his shoulder while he tediously stroked his finger up and down her core.

“What do you want exactly?” He questioned, she let out an agonizing groan at his statement. He smirked softly, he gently lifted his finger leaving Y/N whining for some type of contact. “Gotta tell me what you want, darling” his voice low against her. She shivered lightly as his other hand ran up and down her thigh. His lips leaving light kisses along her chest and neck.

“Harry” she moaned out, he hummed lightly at the sound of his name . “I need your dick inside of me” she rushes out, he nods at her command. Harry grabs his dick, he gently brushed up against her pussy, his groans at the sensation. No longer taking the teasing anymore that he was enforcing on her and himself. Y/N took a sharp intake as Harry’s throbbing dick slowly entered into her. Her head fell on his shoulder, her legs gently pushing his back side as she wanted him to move. He being pounding into her, she let a loud moan as his hip slammed into hers. Y/N lifted up her head, grabbing his face forcing his contorted confusion as she spoke the simple word “Slow”.

He nods his head slightly, taking her requesting. Y/N wanted to savor the moment, it was not everyday where she was having bathroom sex with some hot ass stranger. That rarely happens, as a matter-o-fact it is has never happen. His thrusts were long and slow, his muscle flexing with each thrust into Y/N. “God you’re so beautiful” he whispers against her parted lips. His hands cuffing her ass lifting her off the sink. His hands sliding to her thigh, his head looking up at the girl as she bounced on his dick. His name escaping her mouth as she dug her nails into his shoulder.

He slowly pushed unto the bathroom door, he hands cuffing her face as his paced quicken, the sound their skin slapping together gave him motivation to pound inside of her harder, her breast flying up and down as he moved in and out of her. “Fuck, you are amazing. Feel so good around me” he grunts out. His head moving to the crook of Y/N neck. Her warm breath fanning her face as he let out breathy moans.

“Y/N” he breathes out against her neck

Her arm instantly wrapped around him, Y/N toes curl in ecstasy. She tugs roughly on her bottom lip. “Harry I’m-” she whimpers out, her words disappearing from her tongue.  She moans a strings of “yeses” as Harry’s periodic thrust. He grunted softly as he came undone with Y/N her body falling on his shoulder as she pushed out long deep breaths.

She slowly let her legs fall from around his waist, her eyes watching the man in front of her. She’s never been in this situation before, she was usually in a bed and they would stay the night or leave right after ‘Thanking her for the incredible experience.’ A soft smile ran across his lips, he left soft kisses on her neck and then her lips.

Y/N slowly search for her clothing articles. They were started all round the bathroom. She peered over shoulder when his arms wrapped her when they exited the bathroom. The cool air giving her comfort, her skin felt on fire. “Come on, darling” he whispered out, his hands slowly guided her to his section. His friends were already gathered their with many woman dancing around them fanning with attention. Harry slowly sat down, Y/N eyes scanned him, she slowly sat down on his lap, his hands resting on her lap. Harry butted in on a conversation as if he was apart of it from the start. He would press occasional kisses along her neck, letting his lips rest their a moment.

He breathed in softly taking her scent that was mixed with his. He enjoyed having her on his lap, his hands running up Y/N’s thighs before moving back down. He loved hearing her breath falter at his wandering hands.

“Perfection" he whispered in her as his finger grazed against her sensitive core. "All mine" 

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‘Who’s that?’ Niall asked nonchalantly his eyes still fixed to the screen along with everyone else. Apart from Frankie, the girl Niall had been happily calling his girlfriend for around six months, not a single person looked up to her from the screen. Olivia caught Frankie’s eye as she was giving Niall her ‘are you serious’ look and they shared a knowing smile and eye roll before Olivia walked towards the door. She kicked her jogging bottoms down her ankles, the elastic had ridden up where she’d been sat cross legged and it rested uncomfortably as she walked. She took another bite of the pizza slice in her hand as she pulled the door open, expecting some telesales person that she could fob of with a confused a look and an ‘I don’t understand’ in some undeterminable accent.

‘Harry.’ Olivia spluttered with a mouthful of pizza - ever the lady. She cleared her throat and swallowed the pizza, half chewed and scratching her throat a little as it went down. ‘Thought you weren’t back until tomorrow?’ Olivia grinned widely at his surprise appearance. Harry had been away for three weeks, in America, some convention thing that he went to every year and every year came back with crazy training ideas. He was in typical Harry attire. Too skinny black jeans that didn’t leave anything to the imagination, a white t-shirt, a little see through, and brown scuffed boots. You wouldn’t think he’d recently been on an eleven hour flight or that he was a personal trainer.

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gloves: chapter 1

A/N: So here’s chapter 1 to something that I will hopefully have time to finish! Thank you so much to my best bubs in the whole wild world for supporting my idea and for helping me edit and for suggesting some great stuff! Thank you @thesaltyspice for being so helpful!! 

Harry had been walking home the same way for five years.

A left at Dodie’s Tea Cakes, a right at the Starbucks on Allen Street, and then a three mile stretch from Allen Street to his small apartment where is dog, Hudson, would surely be waiting for him at the front door. He’d made the journey so many times, he was sure he’d worn a path between the gym and his home. He never once strayed from his path, he never once tried a new route that would take less time. He was a man of routine and precision. But today was different. Of course the one day he does something different from his standard routine is the day he finds himself crouched down in the dirty alleyway on Rickman Road. Instead of making a right on Allen Street, he made a left. He had a craving for cheese fries from Henry’s Grille and he couldn’t be fucked to care about how many calories and carbs were in a single serving of those fries. It was worth it and at the end of the day he’d work it off. But as he stared at the bloody, beaten up girl leaning against a brick wall, he might have had to disagree with himself. Maybe it was a good thing for her sake that he’d done something different, maybe him finding her would be the reason she would make it out of the alleyway alive. But for him personally 0it might not be a good thing. He couldn’t take her to the hospital. He couldn’t get involved with this when the police started asking questions. He couldn’t.

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I. I KNOW REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BUT FUCK I CANT HELP MYSELF. BOXER HARRY AND HIS BEST FRIEND IS ALWAYS THE ONE TO CLEAN HIM UP AFTER FIGHTS LATE AT NIGHT AND THEY GET IN A FIGHT ONE NIGHT BECAUSE SHE'S WORRIED ABOUT HIM AND HE'S IN LOVE WITH HER AND HATES WHEN SHE YELLS AT HIM AND SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HIM AND WHATEVER MAGIC YOUR MIND CAN CREATE. AND SMUT SMUT SMUT.

One down… many more to go. ;) It got a little dark for a moment or two, but it just faces up to the real consequences of a sport like this, I guess (going off my very limited knowledge, so, you know. Salt. Pillars). x

Gentle reminder that requests are closed. Any new requests for structured pieces are going to be posted immediately to be catalogued in the “request” tag. Happy Friday, everyone! 

053. Know You

The locker room air is stale and still. It’s just the two of you with him on the bench and you in front of him, latex gloves on your hands and a bottle of disinfectant and a cotton swab in them. 

“Will yeh not look at me like that?” Harry asks tensely.

He should be asking for you to look at him at all.

“I’m fine,” Harry stresses to you. “Just a couple of bruises.”

You’re still not looking at him straight on, and when you grab his chin you do so roughly and you jerk his head a bit to dab at a cut on his cheek with disinfectant. Harry winces, but you don’t apologize. Your gaze is focused like a laser as you clean, the line of blood shrinking as you work.

He’ll have a scar.  It’ll be small and thin, but it’ll be there. It isn’t his first, and you feel nauseated when you think of all the ones to come.

“I’ve already called the doctor.” You don’t recognize your voice with how rough it is. Syllables drop in and out and you swallow hard and clear your throat. “The appointment is at 12:30 tomorrow.” 

Scans. To be sure that all he might have is a concussion.

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‘Go speak to her.’ Harry suggested bravely turning back to Niall who was still staring wondrously in her direction. Niall was quickly brought back to the table though and was lifting his Guinness to his mouth to hide his blushing cheeks as he shook his head viciously. ‘Oh come on man, you gotta at least try if you’re gonna stare at her like that.’

‘No, no way, not a chance.’ Niall blubbered taking another mouthful of the tar coloured tonic in his glass.

‘I thought you believed in Irish charm.’ Harry winked but Niall took to ignoring his curly haired friend turning his attention to Liam sat beside him, though there was no hope for a logical conversation judging by the swaying motion of Liam’s body. Harry huffed and glanced back to the girl on the stage who was now taking a bow to a loud round of applause from those who had been listening. Harry took the final, large, mouthful of his drink and stood from the table. ‘Wingman Styles to the rescue.’ He whispered mischievously before quickly scampering off before Niall could process what was happening. He glanced over his shoulder to the table of his friends once he was closer to the bar, Niall’s face was dropped his mouth wide as Harry smirked back at him and gave him a wink.

Fool’s Gold | Harry Styles Personal Trainer AU | Coming Soon

Making You Stay

This was very much unplanned but I had to, thanks to all the torture from @hestylesno and @yetanotherharry. I’m still not used to writing smut so I apologize in advance. All constructive criticisms are always welcomed. Here are my other work.

You stand there hands fisting by your side as you watch him duck the hits. Each time making your heart do a flip in anxiety. You hated this. You hated this and even more so the feeling you get when you watch him do this. There was no reason for you to stand here and be tortured but at the same time you didn’t have the heart to walk out on him.

Your eyes follow him as he stalks his opponent planning his next move. Eyes furrowed, lips parted, biceps bulging through his t shirt, he was cut out for this. Thus he easily ditches the next blow thrown aiming right at his jaw. But that didn’t keep you from gasping loudly grabbing their attention. He gives you a quick glance, eyes falling on your hands clutching on your chest and back to meet yours. Your heart is still racing, threatening to explode out of your chest but your hands drop at his reaction, or rather the lack of. He looks at you for another second, the corner of his lips raising and falling, before shaking his head lightly making the sweat drop from his brow drip.

“Jerk” you mutter under your breath turning back to walk away, refusing to be tortured any further. But you don’t reach far when you hear a loud thud followed by a raspy, “Bloody fuck!”

You turn back to see Harry recoil onto him, gloved hands pulled to his chest as his eyes squeeze tightly breathing silent cusses. In a heartbeat you reach up to him, nearly tripping while getting in the ring. His opponent steps back giving you your space and rambling halfhearted explanations about how it isn’t his fault and its Harry taking a shot prematurely, though it all falls to deaf ears.

“Are you fine?” you ask leaning to him. Your hands rub against the sweaty shirt sticking to his back. He nods lightly before letting out a “Yeah” but you are not convinced and pull his wrists up. He opens his mouth to protest but it turns into a whimper as you tug the glove away exposing the red skin of his wrist.

The anger is evident in your eyes as you look up at him. His eyes lower in guilt, biting on the insides of his cheeks. He is embarrassed but that doesn’t keep him from protesting when you pull him to the corner of the ring. “I’m fine, love. ‘Tis jus- Ouch! Easy there. No, tha’s-wait bu’ “

You have to force him to sit as he takes his seat and you kneel down. The emergency box soon handed to you by his opponent before he disappears in the locker room leaving Harry alone to face your wrath.

“‘Tis nothing, swear. Jus’ a bit of a twist there but ‘m fine.” He keeps on rambling between gasps and cries as you don’t bother to go soft on him right now and he notices that.

“Love, are yeh angry? Please, don’t be.” He reaches up to pull a strand of hair back from your face to see the frown on your forehead. “Hey, you cannot blame me. Yeh were the one walking out on me. Would have left me if it weren’t for m’broken hand, yeah?”

He chuckles but you don’t find the humor when your lips are held in a tight line and your eyes are stinging. He shuts seeing your blazing eyes. You return to his hand tying the black elastic for support a bit more tightly than necessary, winning another whimper from him.

“First of all, it’s not broken. So if that was your plan, you failed. Secondly,” you sit back on your heels, hands falling on your knees as you meet his eyes. “wasn’t leaving you, you know that. But you cannot expect me to stand here watching you hurt yourself.”

“I didn’t-“

“Don’t tell me you were that stupid to take that blow intentionally. In fact, this whole thing is stupid. You just have to drag me here to watch you take hits upon hits and jus- “

You are cut off by his lips as he pulls you with his working hand. You try to push him but couldn’t when he is begging you with his lips smacking against yours and tongue swiping on it. You give up pulling him closer with his wet shirt and he obliges moaning in your mouth.

“You know I need yeh here.” He says through heavy breathing when he pulls away, eyes finding yours.

It breaks your heart a little to see him like this, all vulnerable and begging. When you both know that your relation has gone way beyond casual fuck but neither of you can bring yourself to say that out loud, not with the circumstance he is in.

You cannot bring yourself to answer that so you opt to press your lips against his avoiding his eyes. And he too picks on it as his hands squeeze around your waist pulling you closer. The kiss intenses as your tongues battle and your one leg swings over his to straddle him, feeling him harden right underneath you. But your senses recover for a second when you pull away and look around investigating your surrounding for any prying eyes.

“Harry, not here.” You moan as his teeth graze over your neck exposed to him and he hums in agreement pulling you up with one hand. It is a struggle when you are clinging on him, pepper kissing your way from his jaw to his chest and he has only one functioning hand to balance you both, nearly falling off the ring when tackling with the ropes and knocking into a punching bag while pawing at each other.

At last you find yourself in the haven of the musty locker room, which has now been thankfully abandoned by any other users allowing him to back you into a locker, your head hitting the locker door with a bang. His bandaged hand comes instinctively to cup head for an ineffective massage along with his muffled apologies as his mouth is still press on the crook of your neck, sucking hard determined to leave a mark later. His other hand grips at your waist, pulling you into him as he pokes in your stomach.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, halfheartedly pushing him to straighten your back.

“Yeah, pet?” he asks pulling back though his grip on your waist doesn’t loosen. The cool stale air of the room hits you through your now wet shirt soaked in his sweat and you shiver a bit forming the words in your head.

“Your hand.” You manage to say reaching for the wrapped hand from behind your head.

“S’fine, s’fine.” He says shaking his head pulling his hand out of yours. But you glare at him and he has to smile at your stubbornness.

He leans in to give a peck on your lips but lingers a bit longer letting his hand trace your curves and squeezing at the pudge of your hip before abruptly backing off requesting a breathy “Turn ‘round f’me, love, will yeh?”

And you do turn around but not before giving him a sharp look to see his blown off eyes and disheveled hair, puffing through his parted swollen lips and you know you would have obliged anyway. Your hands press against the locker as he kneads and squeezes your bum. A hand snaking in the front palming your sex earning a groan from you.

“Want me, pet?” He knows he is pushing his luck but you are too gone to say anything and just nod allowing him to reach for the button of your jeans. He struggles a bit, having to unbutton from a different angle at last making you come to his aid clucking at him in frustration.

“Shit!” he mutters kneading on your bare cheeks as your jeans pool around your feet along with your panties.

You can feel his hot breath fanning on your equally heated skin making you feel woozy. His fingers rim around your entrance before sliding in your folds. “Wet, are yeh? Wet f’me.” His smirk resonating in his voice.

You buck on his fingers but he removes them moving back.

“You got any rubber on yeh?” he is unsure of the question but sighs in relief when you nod. You make a futile effort to bend to get your jeans but your mind is hazy and your hands numb. Thankfully he is faster and more sober than you to get the foil from your back pocket and in a blink his boxing shorts joins your jeans on the floor.

You resume your position on weak knees when he sighs again. “Yeh ready, pet?”

You nod but he is too impatient as you feel him push in you at your first bob. He is big and you are tight, but it is a snug fit and you relax around him at last exulting in the feeling of being filled up.

There is a momentary pause for you to adjust to him before you nod against his shoulder and he impels making you both moan with each thrust. His parted lips are pressed on your sweaty temple as your head tilt back on his shoulder with your mouth stretching in a silent cry.

His working hand press beside yours against the locker supporting as a leverage while you pull on the other over you stomach, holding it right above the bandage to keep yourself from falling. You desperately try to be mindful of it but often miss your grip running over the bandage making his teeth nick at your skin.

“You’re so good t’me, love. Gonna stay, won’t yeh?”he says into your skin between moans and expletives.

You cannot believe he is doing this now, you want to fight him off and tell on him but right now you’re on your edge and he feels so good that you can only moan his name.

“Didn’t I tell yeh, I-I’m fine. Doin’ so good for you, yeah?”

A groan escapes your lips when his fingers add to pleasure you, rubbing on your aching button. You are zoning out, your ears buzzing. Your head rolls on his shoulders at the building up feeling and you can feel him approach his high as well when he gives a throaty groan in your ear getting sloppier with each thrust.

“Need yeh here. Need yeh with me. Need… I need…” his words dissolves in your bliss as you tremble with your orgasm. His hurt hand tightening over you to keep you from falling off. Soon his teeth grit beside your ears with the intensity of his high and you mewl at the feeling of him cumming inside you, though through a barrier.

After he is spent and you gain your senses, you both stay like that, close, clinging on to each other as a support, covered in sticky sweat drenched clothes, panting and you know you won’t ever be able to actually walk out on him.

“Did yeh good, didn’t I? Got something good out of breaking m’hand.”

You fall forward, your flushed cheek pressed to the cool locker, letting go of his hurt hand.

“Not broken.” You say between pants and though you can’t see his face you know he has that smug grin when he pats on your bum before walking past you.

You look at him pulling on his shorts as he throws the used condom in the bin, your mind going back to what he was ranting about when he was inside you. You have to screw your eyes shut recalling his desperate voice and pleading, hoping that it was only the pleasure talking. And yet feeling torn between your feelings and reasons.

“Take a shower.” You say to him after clearing your mind to contemplate on it later as he sits on the bench to ease his breathing. He looks up at you as you pull on your jeans.

“You’re leaving?” he enquires with an underlying panic.

You head to the door but look over your shoulder to find him still looking at you with tensed eyes and you have to smile at this 6 feet tall baby in front of you.

“I will for sure if you don’t drag your sweaty ass in the shower.”

And though you don’t wait to see his reaction you know he is giving that dimply smile that will always make you stay.

Fists & Knives - Chapter 27

I locked my fingers around Harry’s and squeezed.  What the hell was going on?  Not once in the short amount of time that I had known him had I seen Louis so animated, but this was the kind of animation I would hope to never see.  Something bad had happened.

Louis’ wide, blue eyes flickered from mine to Harry’s, sending Harry some kind of best-friend signal, a silent message, that I couldn’t immediately decipher.

“Maybe we’ll take a look at home?” Harry suggested, dropping my hand and hurrying to pack up his things.  He slipped into the jeans and tee he left the house in this morning.  Louis eyed me cautiously and turned the screen of his iPhone off before tucking the device into his pocket.

“At home.  Yeah.”

I frowned. God dammit, I wanted to know what it was, but apparently this just wasn’t the right place.  My knee bounced as I rode home silently with Harry, Louis and Liam driving in front of us.  Harry didn’t hold my hand and didn’t look at me.  I tried not to act as paranoid as I was feeling, but it was hard to hold it in. 

“I’m sure everything is okay.  Probably just more stupid publicity.  Louis I overdramatic sometimes,” Harry tried to reassure me, but the tone of his voice didn’t have me convinced.

The instant we arrived at the house, Louis jumped out of the car and sent Liam away.  He hurried into the house ahead of Harry and myself, and when we walked into the living room, was pacing back and forth across the white tiled floor.

“What the hell is it?” Harry asked, dropping his bags to the floor.

Louis stared at me again. “Kennedy, why don’t you make something for all of us to eat?  What’s Harry’s favorite?  Biscuits maybe?”

I ground my teeth together and sighed. “What is going on, Louis?”

“I really think I should talk to Harry first.  Alone.”

I scowled. “If this is about me then I want to know.  I have a right to know.”

“It’s not really about you…” Louis said slowly, shifting his gaze to Harry.

“Not really?  So is it or is it not???” I asked impatiently, raising my voice and clenching my fists.  This was like some kind of high school drama bullshit.  I was struggling to drag the truth from between Louis’ teeth.

My entire body tensed when Harry placed his hand on the small of my back. “Kennedy, please, just let me see what it is and I’ll tell you after.”

I glared up at him but reluctantly walked to the kitchen.  The boys passed me to go to the gym and into Harry’s bedroom, but Harry first said, “I’m not really feeling biscuits tonight.  Maybe some of that beef-barley soup you made once?”

The creases on my forehead deepened as the guys disappeared to Harry’s room.  The only reason Harry switched from biscuits to soup was because he knew it took a long time for me to make.  He wanted to keep me away while they discussed whatever the problem was.  It was driving me crazy.

I chopped up the tomatoes and made the beef to go into the soup, slamming my knife into the cutting board as I went.  I was furious and I wanted them to know that, even from upstairs as they talked.  When I wasn’t trying to slice my anger out, I was as quiet as I could be, straining my ears to see if I could hear what Harry and Louis might be discussing above me, but I heard nothing.  Finally, I had an idea.  I snatched my phone up off of the counter and pulled up Google.  In the search box, I typed Kennedy Davenport.  Nothing except old reviews about my food at restaurants that I used to work at came up, along with articles about Harry and I dating and an occasional page about my style.  I sighed heavily and went back to the top of the page.  In the search bar, I typed Harry Styles

The first thing to come up was a fresh article about Harry making it to the final round tomorrow in boxing.  He was to go up against Marcus Lattimus, as expected.  I skimmed the article, describing Harry and Niall’s fight tonight before going back to the results.  The second article had Harry’s name on the link, but beside it was the bold letters – Sex Tape?

My throat seemed to close.  I wondered if I should even click the link to see more.  Heaven knows I didn’t want to… but I needed to know more.  Was it a tape with me?  One I didn’t know about?  Or maybe one that resurfaced from the first time he had sex?  I taped the link with my thumb and choked when I saw more of the article.

Today, an anonymous source leaked a video of Harry Styles and Brazilian Model Maria Rodrigues-Lauso together in bed.  The video was taken from a camera in the corner of the room, not giving viewers a clear look at Styles’ face.  Because of this, fans are defending Styles in the comment section of the video, claiming that it’s not actually him, while others are pointing out obvious tattoos like the large butterfly that Styles has on his stomach. Is this boxer two-timing his current girlfriend, Kennedy Davenport?  Decide for yourself!

A large, black and white picture of the two was posted below the short article.  All you could see was Maria’s stupid face and (supposedly) Harry’s bare rear and back, positioned between Maria’s spread legs (all covered by a red “censored” sign for the website’s sake).  Down the man’s left arm was a myriad of tattoos, including the skeleton with a top hat, the hands shaking, and “silver spoon.”  I could even barely make out the ship on his bicep, but from there on was turned too far for me to see anything.  His hair was a mess. Below the picture was a link to the video on some porn site.  For reasons I couldn’t explain, I clicked the link and nearly vomited when the video started with Harry walking in (his face was still pretty hidden, but the butterfly and swallows were apparent on his front) and jumping on top of a naked Maria.  He threw her onto the bed violently and started to slam into her not even a full ten seconds into the video.  The worst part about it all was that today’s date was in the bottom right corner of the video.

I was at a complete loss for words.  The video played right in front of me but something in my mind was still denying that this could possibly happen.  At least when Clark cheated on me, I was the only one to know.  With Harry cheating on me like this, it was like public humiliation.  Everyone was talking about it.

“Kennedy, I need to show you something,” Harry said behind me, making me jump.  Slowly, I turned to face him, the video on my phone still playing with the volume muted.  Harry must have caught a glimpse of what I was looking at and read my horrified expression because he immediately raised his hands in front of him and shook his head.

“Please, please listen-“

“You’re a fucking hypocrite,” I breathed, a hot tear running down my cheek.

“Kennedy, listen, it’s not me.  Baby, don’t cry-“ He reached for my cheek but I slapped his hand away.

“How dare you…” I said, backing away from him and allowing more tears to fall.  I was heartbroken and absolutely furious.

“It’s.  Not.  Me.  Please believe me.”

I held the video up so Harry could see. “That’s you alright! I can see your tattoos and your hair and your bare ass as you’re pounding into Maria!”

Harry shook his head more and more. “It’s Maria but that’s not me!”

“You keep saying it’s not you but you’re not proving it!”

Both of us were shouting at the top of our lungs at this point.  Louis had made his way to the bar but was sitting silently, watching us like we were some kind of reality TV show.

“I don’t know how I can prove it!  I didn’t even know that Maria was in the country!  You just have to believe me!” Harry yelled.

“I don’t know how I can believe you when I’m looking right at you right here!” I shouted, holding up my phone and pointing to the screen.  “You threatened my last boyfriend for cheating on me and then you end up cheating on me yourself!  And as if it couldn’t get any worse it’s with that bitch!”

Harry punched the cabinet beside him so hard that the wood caved in.  Instinctively, I snatched up my knife as Harry stepped toward me and shouted some more.  “I DIDN’T CHEAT ON YOU.  I am so fucking in love with you!!  When the hell would I even have had time for that??? When I’m not sleeping beside you I’m in the kitchen cooking with you or you’re watching me in the ring or the gym!  Think about it, Kennedy!  We’ve been together 24/7 for the last couple of weeks!”

I widened my eyes.  “THE VIDEO IS FROM TODAY, HARRY.  As in this morning, when you pretended to be so concerned about our relationship and hurting me that you LEFT TO GO FUCK MARIA.” Without thinking, I hurled the knife in his direction, sending it into the wall just above his shoulder. 

He widened his eyes and growled as he stepped toward me again.  “I wasn’t pretending to be concerned!  I was genuinely worried that I was going to hurt you!  I went to Niall’s part of the day and drove around the city for the rest of the day to clear my mind!”

“And took a pit stop to fuck Maria and clear your senses!”

Harry spun around, tugged on his hair, and shouted upward at the ceiling ad loudly as he could.  “This conversation is not getting anywhere!  We’re talking in circles, Kennedy!”

“Then explain this!!” I spat, holding the phone up for him to see again. 

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and snatched my phone from me, slapping it down on the counter as he took a breath. “I can’t right now.  I don’t know who that is in the video but it is not me.

All I wanted was for Harry to admit it.  He cheated on me.  For as much as I wanted to believe that it was a lie, the evidence was right there on my phone flashing across the screen.  More hot tears streamed down my cheeks and down my neck.  Harry calmly reached to wipe them for me, but I used the back of my hand and swiped the tears away before he could.  That didn’t stop him from cupping my face in his hands and forcing me to look up at him. “You know I hate seeing you like this.”

“Then why-“

“Kennedy,” Harry growled softly, but enough to make me stop talking.  “I can’t explain it right now, but I will explain it soon hopefully.  Louis is going to call around and figure out who it was or where the video came from.  Right now, you’re going to have to trust-“  I shook my head and tried to look away, but Harry held my head still.  “TRUST that it’s not me.”

Trust.  A few months ago, I was supposed to “trust” that Clark was just working late and not bringing blonde bimbos into the house while I was gone for the week.  The difference between Clark and Harry was that Harry could actually say it convincingly.

“Please, trust me.”

I closed my eyes and pushed Harry’s hands away from my face.  Harry and Louis whispered to each other as I made my way to the gym and took off my shoes.  My temper had subsided dramatically in the last minute, but I still wanted to punch the shit out of something - and for once, the punching bag was open.  Getting my bandana back from Jenna had slipped my mind since I so desperately wanted to find Harry after his match tonight, so my bangs flopped in my face as I punched the bag with my bare fists in steady alternation.

My bangs kept me from seeing Harry walk into the gym, but I could spot him through my dark strands as he got closer.  I kept my eyes locked on the punching bag in front of me, leaping out of my skin when two of my punches were copied by Harry on a part of the bag beside me.  My steady rhythm faltered, but I punched two times more.  Harry mimicked me again.  I punched harder.  Smack, smack.  Harry did too.  Smack, smack.  I punched three times.  Harry punched three times and even harder.  The skin on my knuckles felt like it was going to split as I punched over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder until finally, I turned and punched Harry in the arm. “Do you have to do that???” I blurted angrily.

Harry scrunched his face like he was offended and ran his hand through his hair. “I just wanted to hit.”

“Well I don’t come in here and punch when you’re using the bag!”

Harry shrugged. “You could if you wanted to.  I would love that, actually.”

I crossed my already sore arms across my chest and looked Harry up and down. “What do you want? Why did you come in here?”

“I want to be sure you’re okay, Kennedy.”

“I’m not okay, Harry.  I’m trying to trust you but it’s just really fucking hard right now.”

Harry reached for me and I didn’t resist as he grabbed my forearm and pulled me to him, engulfing me in his arms and holding the top of my head to his chest with his chin. “Well thank you for trying.  It means the world to me, K.  I’m going to prove that it’s not me as soon as I can.  I promise.”

With my ear pressed against his chest, I listened to Harry’s slow heartbeat for a moment. “You’re unusually calm for all that’s going on.  Where is all the anger?”  I asked without lifting my head from his chest. 

“I punched seven holes in my bedroom wall before coming down to see you in the kitchen.” Harry breathed deeply, his expanding chest pushing my head upward.  “I’m just trying to be calm around you because I don’t want to lose you.  I don’t want to hurt you.  I don’t want to scare you away.”

Oh my God.  I knew in that moment that the man in the video wasn’t Harry.  It couldn’t be.  I felt it in my heart… or at least I hoped I did.  If I was fooling myself – or if Harry was just playing me really well – I swear I would never love anyone else in the world ever again.  But at this moment, something inside of me refused to believe that Harry cheated.  I hated myself for allowing three, sappy sentences to just flip what I believed on a dime like that, but I couldn’t help it.  It was just such a shock at first… the video… I mean, that looked exactly like him, right down to the tattoos.  How in the hell…?

“Please, just find an explanation for all of this fast.  My brain is about to explode,” I sighed, squeezing him just a little more tightly around his waist.  Harry nodded and kissed the top of my head.  “I’m sorry I got so upset earlier…” I mumbled, but Harry grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. 

“You have every right to get worked up over that.  It’s almost like if you had gone to meet Clark… I would have probably reacted the same way…”

That was probably true, but a sex tape was about a thousand times worse than just meeting for lunch.  Tired of talking and thinking about the incident, I squeezed Harry’s waist once more and took his hand.  I decided it was probably best for me to push the tape out of my mind until we figured out who the Harry imposter was and who set up the video.  “Show me your walls.  The ones you punched seven times.”

Sure enough, Harry punched straight through the drywall.  I don’t know why it surprised me, especially after watching Harry punch through the cabinet in the kitchen just minutes earlier.  As I picked at a piece of the broken wall, Harry’s arms slid around my waist and he buried his chin into my neck. “Do you remember when we used to yell at each other?”

I laughed quietly.  “I mean, it’s not really something I try to remember.”

Harry moved his chin to make me squirm.  “Our fights used to get us so worked up…”

“Well, we were fighting…”

“Nooo,” Harry dragged out, kissing my neck.  He moved the both of us slowly over to the door and flicked off the light.  “I mean sexually.”

“I don’t remember any of that,” I mumbled sarcastically as Harry pulled on the sleeve of my black tee to kiss the bare skin of my shoulder. 

Harry chuckled, his lips vibrating against my skin.  “I love you,” he whispered.  “I mean it.  I love you.”

I turned to face him.  My hands slid along his belt until I reached the buckle and unlatched it.  Harry waited for me to be done with his belt to undo the button of my jeans.  I undid his button.  He lifted my shirt over my head and gathered my hair to the side, kissing my collarbone as he did.  My fingers twisted into the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off of his body before taking his jeans and pushing them down off of his hips.  He did the same for me and let me kick off the rest of my pants with my feet.  I loved the way we alternated taking garments off.  It probably seemed silly to anyone else, but it kept us together, in sync with one another.

Harry spun me and pushed me back onto the bed.   As Harry crawled over me and kissed up my stomach and between my breasts, the tape popped into my mind, but I immediately shut it out.  The man in that video didn’t do this to Maria.  Definitely not.  My hands tugged gently on Harry’s hair, bringing his face up to me so I could taste his lips.  I pushed my tongue into his mouth delicately, sucking on his tongue when he would allow it.  In the mean time, Harry ran his fingers down my core over my panties, making me moan and wriggle beneath him.

“Either finger me or fuck me, but do it now, please” I breathed, his touch almost sending me over the edge already. 

Harry chuckled and kissed my temple.  “There is my dominant, demanding Kennedy.  I was beginning to think that side of you was gone,” he whispered.

I reached down and led his hand into my underwear. “Nope, she’s still here.”

Harry retracted his hand and sat up, pulling my underwear down my legs and climbing back over me seconds later. “Sorry baby, but you’re not taking control tonight.”  He slipped off his boxers and pushed my knees apart, leaning between them and onto me once more.  He nibbled on the skin beneath my ear and ran his tip just along the folds of my core and up to my clit, pushing his hips forward just the slightest.  I groaned and struggled beneath him. “Don’t tease me,” I pleaded softly.

Harry let his hot breath fan over my skin as he ran his tip down me once more. “I only do it because I love you,” he mumbled into my neck before pushing into me.

I inhaled sharply and dug my fingers into Harry’s back, dragging my nails into his skin as he pulled all the way out and pushed all the way back in slowly.  My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me eve further and eliciting a deep groan from him.  The more he began to pump, the more I found myself burying my fingers into his skin like I had nothing else to hold on to.  He gripped my hips with his hands so hard that I could feel the bruises forming already where his thumbs were.  My walls began to pulse, and I could sense that Harry was close too.  I squeezed my muscles together, forcing myself to wait just a moment longer until Harry’s movements became jerky, and finally I gave in.  Harry dropped his head into the crook of my neck as we both climaxed and struggled to catch our breaths.  After a moment, Harry pulled out of me and shifted to be beside me, for once, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and lacing his fingers into my hair instead of the other way around like it was usually.  I remained silent as he stroked my hair for quite some time.  Eventually, he said, “I should probably get sleep.  I have the finals tomorrow.”

I nodded into his chest and breathed him in.  “You’ll win.  I know it.”

Harry chuckled and kissed my cheek.   “If you still don’t trust me just yet, I understand.  I just want you to know that I love you, K.”

The sudden realization hit me – that he had told me he loved me what felt like a million times tonight, and yet I hadn’t said it once.  I sat up out of his arms and cupped his face in my hands, taking a moment to kiss his lips once more before going to sleep.  “I love you too, Harry.” 

Fists & Knives - Chapter 25

It was a perfect day.  The weather seemed perfect, the wind was blowing perfectly, and the city didn’t seem too busy for once.  I sat at a round table just outside of a tiny café in the middle of the city.  Already, I spotted paparazzi across the street, snapping pictures of me as they could.  A taxi screeched to a halt on the street beside my table and Clark bailed out of the back seat after paying the driver.  He was wearing a gray suit that actually fit him and a tie that didn’t look 10 years old.  He plopped down at the table across from me and grinned.  “I’m really glad to see you again,” Clark said, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand.  

I pursed my lips into something like a small smile and nodded once.  “Thanks for agreeing to meet.”

“How have you been?”

“Fine.  Yourself?”

“Fine.  Still cooking for Styles?”

“Of course.”

“And you’re being treated well?”

“Definitely,” I confirmed.

Clark nodded slowly. “Good.”

“Yeah.”

I glanced across the street at the group of paparazzi snapping pictures.  I could see the headlines for tomorrow. Something about me being a cheater and a liar and a bad girlfriend.  Clark followed my gaze and shifted in his seat when he saw the paps.  “What did you need to see me for?”

“I need to piss Harry off.”

What?  Why was I saying that out loud?  Why would I tell Clark that?

“So he can win his fight?”  Clark asked.  How did he know?

“Yes…” I admitted.

“Well, I know what will really piss him off,” Clark said smugly, leaning forward across the table and grabbing my face.  He planted his lips firmly on mine and held the back of my head so I couldn’t pull away.  I could almost hear the cameras snapping photos faster.  When Clark finally let go of me, I fell back into my seat at a complete loss for words.  Over Clark’s shoulder, I spotted a tall, dark figure approaching us from down the street and immediately began to explain.

“Harry… Harry, please, it’s not what it looked like,” I stuttered, trying to stand up from my seat, but I couldn’t.  It was as if my body was holding me down.

Harry ignored me, stormed straight up to Clark, and ripped him from his chair by the collar of his shirt.  Harry held Clark close to him with his one hand and repeatedly punched over and over and over, into Clark’s face and gut.  Blood started to run down Clark’s face and splattered on Harry’s plain, white shirt too.  No one around us reacted.  No one at the tables inside or beside us on the street even seemed to notice the fight.  I screamed louder.  “Harry!! Stop it!!”

Harry dropped Clark onto the concrete and turned to me, his nostrils flaring and his teeth grinding.  “I trusted you.  How could you do this to me???”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-“ I pleaded, still attempting to get out of my chair.  I couldn’t. 

Harry stomped toward me and bent down to wrap his arms around my chest, squeezing me tightly. “How could you do this to me?” He repeated.  “How could you do this to me, Kennedy?”

I snapped open my eyes.

It was a dream.

Harry’s arms were around me.  He was holding me tightly.  We were laying in his bed. “How could you do this to me?” He asked playfully, kissing my cheek.  I sat up and looked at what he was talking about.  In the middle of the night, I had taken all of the sheets for myself. “Sheet hog,” Harry laughed, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me to him again so he could kiss my cheek.

“Sorry,” I said quietly, kicking some of the sheets over to him with my feet.

Harry stopped kissing my cheek and looked at me. “You okay?”

“Fine,” I said, sitting up. 

“You’re sweating.”

I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead.  Harry was right.  “Just a bad dream.”

Harry frowned. “About what?”

“It was just…”

I was really supposed to meet with Clark today.  Last night, Louis told me that he would  take care of getting in contact with Clark.  Arnold said he would call the paparazzi and tell them where we would be so that they could take some awful pictures of the two of us together.  When Harry returned to the house, I helped him clean up his cuts and bruised eye but then pretended to be tired so that I wouldn’t have to talk to him anymore.  I was worried he would ask me what was wrong or what my plans were for tomorrow and I was scared I was going to give our plans away.  What kind of person was I?

I glanced back at Harry.  He had his eyebrows ruffled together and was waiting for me to answer.  I could see in his eyes that he was genuinely worried about me and my little bad dream. 

“A bad dream about you.”

“About me?” Harry sat up quickly and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his chest again. “What happened?”

“You just got in a fight-“

“Against who?”

“…Clark.”

Harry laughed. “Hopefully I won.”

“I think it’s safe to say that.”

“Why were we fighting?”

I swallowed hard. “I went out to meet him for lunch.”

“Why on earth would you do that?” Harry chuckled again.

Before I could stop it, I felt a tear trickle down my cheek.  Harry sensed my tense body and pushed me away from him so he could see my face. “Kennedy?  Are you crying?”

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Did you meet with Clark?  In real life?” Harry asked, his voice becoming less concerned for me and more angry.

I shook my head frantically. “No, no, I didn’t.”

Harry ran a thumb over my cheek but kept his distance still on the bed. “Why are you crying then?  What’s wrong, baby?”

I couldn’t do this.  I didn’t know why the hell I agreed to it the night before.  I was not going to be used as a weapon against Harry to simply help him win a fight.  Fuck that.  “Arnold and Louis-“ I sobbed.  I know that I was upset with myself, but I wished I could just stop fucking crying.  I never cried.  Trying to calm myself, I took a huge breath.  “Arnold and Louis thought you looked weak last night and said it was because I was distracting you.  They said you fight best when you’re angry and I was supposed to meet with Clark to make you mad but I can’t and I won’t and I refuse to be any part of their greedy little plots-“

Harry stood from the bed quickly and crossed his arms, putting a knuckle in between his teeth and pacing back and forth across the room.  He breathed slowly, all of the muscles in his body twitching as he stepped back and forth.

“Harry?  Harry you have to know-“ I slid to the edge of the bed on my knees and tried to wipe the tears from my face, but I couldn’t seem to stop them. “You have to know that I love you.  I agreed to meet with Clark-“

“WHAT?” Harry bellowed.

“I AGREED BECAUSE I wanted to help!  Arnold convinced me that it would be helping you win the tournament and I just didn’t think it through.  Please believe me, I’m so sorr-“

“Just shut the fuck up, Kennedy,” Harry snapped, swatting the air in front of my face.  I obeyed.

Harry paced across the room again and again and again.  I didn’t know what to say or do to calm him down.  I didn’t think it would be possible for ME to calm him down.  I was 33.333% of the reason that he was completely pissed.  Arnold and Louis had gotten their way without me even having to meet Clark.  Harry surprised me when he ripped open his bedroom door and stomped down the stairs to the main floor. “LOUIS!” He growled.  He flew through the kitchen, throwing a glass to the floor and shattering it as he did.  I rushed to the balcony and listened as Harry pounded on Louis’ door and shouted his name over and over.

“LOUIS! Open this fucking door right now!  I’m going to break it down if you don’t fucking open it!” Harry beat on the door for a minute more and then actually broke it down.  I cringed as I heard the wood break into little splinters and come off of it’s hinges.  My ears stayed perked for some kind of confrontation… some kind of screaming match… some kind of scream from a tortured Louis… but none came.  Louis wasn’t home.  Harry stomped back across the living room and soon enough, I heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs to the balcony again.  I spun around and waited for him to emerge in the doorway.  When he did, he started to walk past me to his room, but stopped and faced me.

“You were trying to help me.”

I couldn’t tell if it was a question or a statement, so I nodded once.

“That’s one hell of a fucked up way to go about it, Kennedy,” Harry said harshly, running his fingers through his messy hair. 

“I know,” I croaked, a lump forming in my throat again. “I’m sorry-“

“Stop saying that!” Harry interrupted bitterly, taking a few heavy steps toward me. “I forgive you but I’m still pissed as hell at you.  I’m more furious with Arnold and Louis, but I just can’t wrap my head around you agreeing to help them-“ Harry growled and started to pace back and forth again.  “You know I’ve been trying to control my anger.  Why would you WANT TO PISS ME OFF? After everything you’ve done to try and help me?? What the fuck, Kennedy?”

Tears ran down my cheeks again.  If he didn’t want me to apologize again, what was I supposed to say?  “I-“ I breath hitched in my throat as I tried to control my tears again.  “I love you,” I managed. 

Harry stopped pacing and stared across the balcony at me, his eyes dull and gray. “Do you?  Really?”

I nodded and heaved as I tried to steady my breath.  “I really love you, Bear.”

Harry walked to me and grabbed the back of my neck like he used to when we were angry at each other.  “If you truly love me, you try and stay away from Arnold and Louis.  Louis is my friend but he’s a shitty person sometimes.  Arnold is a greedy bastard and will ruin anyone’s life just to get a little money.  Don’t do anything he tells you to outside of being a chef here, understand me?”

I looked at my feet and nodded.

“Kennedy, do you understand?” Harry asked, gripping my neck a little more tightly. 

I looked into his eyes and nodded again.  “I understand.  I promise.  I’ll stay away,“ I sniffled.

Harry’s eyes were still dark and his body was still tensed for a fight, but he reached up and wiped another tear from my cheek.  He let go of my neck and walked to his room, glancing at me once more and saying, “I’ll come down and get you when it’s time to leave for the fight.”

Then he closed the door.

In the time I had to myself all day, I decided it was better for Harry to be mad this way that it was for him to be mad about me going on a secret date with Clark.  Was I happy that backed out and told him our plans to piss him off?  No.  But he had forgiven me already for this – probably a little too easily, I’ll admit – and I’m sure it would have taken months for him to forgive me for going out with Clark.  He had every right to be furious with me for the rest of the day, though I wished he wasn’t.  Never in my life had someone been so mad at me and I didn’t know how to react.  How to make the anger go away.

As we walked down the hall to his room on the outside of the arena, he held my hand tightly, but not in a loving way.  He was tugging me along.  He didn’t have time to wait on me.  When we got to the room, he slung me onto the couch, changed, and started to warm up on his punching bag.  I was a little furious that neither Arnold nor Louis had tried to contact me or Harry today.  They must have figured I went through with the plan and decided to steer clear of the menacing Harry Styles until after he destroyed his opponent in the ring.

“Time,” Harry commanded of me.

“You’ve got two minutes,” I answered quietly, looking at my phone.

Harry sighed and took a swig of water from his bottle.  He reached into his bag and pulled out my bandana.  He handed it to me as I stood on the couch and tied it around his hair.  When I was done, he held out a hand to help me down from the couch and pulled me to the door.  We walked down the hall silently until we reached Harry’s entrance to the ring. “Meet me at my room afterwards.  I’ll take you home since Louis and Arnold have both run for the hills,” Harry said, dropping my hand.

“Good luck,” I said softly, standing on my toes to kiss his cheek.  He surprised me by leaning down and kissing my cheek too.

“I love you,” I said, sounding a little too desperate for him to say it back. 

Harry didn’t grin, but his gaze seemed to soften. “I love you.”

As I was about to leave, my phone buzzed in my pocket.  I pulled it out and looked at the text from Arnold.

Hope you had a good date today and that tonight won’t be a disappointment for me.

Harry read the text over my shoulder.  His breathing got heavier and heavier until he started to bounce on his toes and beat his gloves together in front of the doors.  Without looking at me, he growled, “Get to your seat.”

During the introductions, I scanned the crowds for Arnold and Louis.  I had the same seats as last time, but the seat beside me was empty.  I couldn’t spot either of them anywhere but knew they wouldn’t miss this fight.  I was hardly paying attention when the bell rang for the match to begin – Harry against a tall, slender individual named Robb Gordon.  He was a lot like Harry in the way he fought and the way he was physically built, but he didn’t stand a chance.  Harry was pissed.  Fuming.  Seething with anger.  I could see fire in his eyes from 30 seats up in the stands.  I just prayed that he wouldn’t kill this poor guy.  Harry didn’t look my way a single time during the fight which broke my heart, but I had to keep reminding myself that I completely deserved it. 

Despite his reckless anger, Harry was still good about letting Robb get an occasional hit on him to make the match look even throughout the three rounds.  However, when Harry was hitting Robb, his swings were stronger than ever and his gloves almost appeared like they were made of cement.  Blood splattered across the crowd with every hit Harry got on Robb but they loved it.  It was difficult to watch, mainly because I was the only one who knew that Harry wasn’t just fighting, but he was releasing his anger.  He was taking out the anger that I caused on someone who had no idea why Harry was furious. The anger was like steroids for Harry.  Never again.  Never ever again would I agree to do anything to make him anything but happy.

As the third round came to a close and it was apparent that Harry was going to win, I started my walk back to his locker room.  I took my time, hoping maybe he would meet me along the way and I wouldn’t have anymore time to myself.  I had been left alone all day to think about what I did and I didn’t think I could stand anymore of it.  Thankfully, just as I walked past Harry’s door to the ring, he walked back through it.

I smiled softly at him. “Nice fight, Bear.”

Harry nodded and walked beside me as I helped him untie his gloves.  He seemed calmer than he had been all day.  While I hated to admit it, Harry’s angry fighting was stronger.  Maybe I could help him learn to fight just as strongly when he wasn’t losing his mind.

Harry pushed through his locker room door and stopped immediately.  I ran into his back, not expecting the abrupt halt. “You okay, Bear?”  I peered around his body and stared into the eyes of the three people that needed to be on the opposite side of the earth at the moment – Arnold, Louis, and Clark.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, stepping in front of Harry.  Who I was addressing, I wasn’t sure.  I guess I was talking to all of them. 

Clark stood up off of the couch.  “I waited for you in the city today for our date, but you never showed.  I figured you would be here, so I came and ran into Arnold.”

“You didn’t go on your date?” Arnold asked.

“No,” I said through gritted teeth. 

Arnold frowned but shrugged. “And you still managed to piss him off.  You’ll have to tell me what you did later. And Harry?  Good fight.  That’s more like it.  Tonight was much better than your fight last round,” Arnold said, clapping.  Louis was too busy on his phone to be paying attention to anything going on.

“You three fuckers-“ Harry started, stepping around me and throwing his gloves across the room. Everyone winced except for Arnold, who simply raised his eyebrows.

“What’s the problem, Harry?” He asked.

“You’re my problem, you self-indulging bastard.  You know I’ve been working on my anger for YEARS and now that I’m finally just a little bit happy, you want me to be angry again?  Just to make you rich?  Are you trying to mentally fuck me over for the rest of my life?”  I hadn’t realized that I grabbed Harry’s hand and was holding him back.  I was worried that I was going to see more blood tonight than I had planned to see.

“Harry, we were trying to help you win,” Arnold said, his gaze lowered and his voice laced with annoyance.  Arnold’s expression was one of hatred, probably because of Harry’s lack of gratitude.

“Fuck your help.  I don’t need your help.”

“Well SHE sure as hell isn’t helping you!  What are you going to do?  Help yourself?  That’s never worked in the past,” Arnold said, raising his hands in an awkward shrug.

Clark shifted on his feet and stuck his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. “I think I wandered into something I shouldn’t be a part of…” He said, inching past me toward the door.

Harry whipped around and snarled.  He lunged around me for Clark’s collar, like I saw in my dream.  I shut my eyes and waited for a punch.

“You certainly did,” Harry growled. “Get the hell out of here and never come back.”  He threw Clark into the door.  Clark groaned in pain and was trying his best to stand up and get out.  “If I ever see you around again – if I ever see you near Kennedy, I will end you.  Do you understand?” Harry spat.  Clark didn’t respond, but merely scampered out the door like the coward he was. 

“Harry…” Arnold started, but before he could say anything else, Harry walked to Arnold and struck him hard across the face.  Arnold collapsed onto the floor and whimpered.

“Never been hit before, I take it?” Harry asked as he stood over him. “Get the fuck out, you’re fired.”

Arnold struggled to get to his feet. “But- but- but Harry, I’ve got a contract to manage you for another five years-“

“Yeah, a contract with me,” Harry snapped. “I’m releasing you from that contract.  Get the fuck out.”

“Harry, you can’t do this to me.  I’m like a father to you,” Arnold said.

Harry’s eyes widened.  “You’re just as shitty of a father as my real one was.  Get the fuck out.”

“But-“

“GET THE FUCK OUT!”  Harry grabbed Arnold by his suit jacket and threw him across the room to the door.  Arnold looked just as Clark did, cowering by the floor and trying not to cry as his knees shook beneath his body and his sweaty hand struggled to grip and open the door.  No sooner had Arnold left did Harry grab Louis by the collar of his shirt too, but Louis put his hands up in surrender immediately.

“Were you ‘just trying tot help’ too???” Harry seethed though his teeth. 

Louis shook his head. “I’ve been around Arnold for so long that I just got used to going along with all of his plans.  He used to be a good guy, you know that.”

I was surprised at how calm Louis sounded even though he was about to get his face beat in.

Harry threw Louis back onto the couch and paced across the room.  “That’s a shit excuse.”

“That’s the most honest one I have.  I was caught up in the moment.  I want you to win, so I was trying to think of a way to, well, help you,”  Louis explained.

Harry glared at Louis. “Unfortunately, I’ve already fired my manager tonight so firing my assistant manager wouldn’t do me any good.”  Harry shook his head. “If everyone in this situation was trying to ‘help’ me, why did everything turn to shit?”

“I mean, you did have a strong fight…” I said softly, though I immediately regretted saying it.     

Harry looked defeated.  He knew that his strongest fights were the ones where he was angry.  “I’ve got round three tomorrow.  I’m going to fight and I’m not going to be mad.  If I win, I win.  If I lose, I lose.”

He glanced over to me and smiled gently.  Having been the first time he actually smiled at me all day, I took it as an “okay” to approach him and wrap my arms around his waist.  His arms slid around my back, a feeling I had been missing like crazy since this morning, and his lips pressed to the top of my head.

“Sure you’ll be okay with losing?” Louis asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Harry shrugged and kissed my hair once more. “I guess we’ll find out.” 

gloves // h.s (coming soon)

“Keep your arms up, Thea,” Harry barked at me, my skin crawling at the intensity. “Eyes forward, stop watching your feet. You’re not going to have time to pay attention to your feet if someone is trying to attack you.”

“I’m trying,” I gasped out, my muscles already sore from the warm up we’d started earlier that morning. “Harry, I’m trying.”

“You’re not trying hard enough, Thea!” My chest heaved, sweat dripping from every pore. He was in a mood today, that was clear, but what had set him off. Was it something I’d done? My throat grew thick as I leaned against the ropes, my legs like jelly. “Get back up.”

“Harry, give her a break,” Jared said from behind me, already taking his gloves off. Harry’s jaw was tense as I looked at him, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Do you think you’re going to have a break when you’re trying to defend yourself?” He said, voice low and harsh. “The world is going to give you a break Thea and you’re selfish for thinking it will. You have more than just yourself and you’re just giving up.”

“Don’t bring him into this, Harry,” I snapped. “I don’t know who shoved the stick up your ass today, but I’m not going to sit here and let you take it out on me.”

I ducked out of the ring, jumping down onto the hard floor of the gym with harsh eyes and anger bubbling in my chest. I lifted my gloves up to my mouth, stripping the straps off before I took my gloves off, shoving them to Harry’s chest. I didn’t need to say anything, his face already softening. I didn’t care. He’d pressed too many buttons today and I wasn’t going to sit around and be his emotional punching bag. I’d left home for this reason exactly and I was done. I wouldn’t let anyone else treat me this way again, especially not the man that I liked, the man that saved me.

I was stronger than that.