Up close, his toned body glistened with sweat. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily. Blood was dripping down his nose, leaking into his mouth. His white teeth were coated with the dark red consistency.
His pale green eyes searched th...
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Celeste Warren
"So, how does it feel to be completely undefeated?—for two years straight?" the large man asked him. The British flag was back to being draped across his back as he looked at the man who was asking him questions.
"It feels like a dream," he smirked. He had a strong English accent, just like Louis, who I'd met previously. I wondered it he was the fighter Louis was friends with... "Not surprised, though."
I watched intensely as the man 'interviewed' The Rupture. My face scrunched as I watched. He definitely had quite the ego, which was gross. Made him seem like a dick. I scoffed after his statement. Not surprised? Are you kidding?
After a couple questions and very arrogant answers, he had walked off the octagon. I stood, glued completely to my spot as I stared at the empty octagon. I want to interview him. I want him to be my next subject—but how? How do I even approach that?
"We're staying for the after party, by the way," Jocelyn informed me. "The fighters get to party and just have fun with people—act normal for a bit, y'know? I want to see Niall Horan!" she exclaimed. I chuckled. I nodded and turned on my heels, looking towards the bar. Do I get another drink? Yeah. I'm going to. After watching those fights, I need something in my system. I walked away from Jocelyn, leaving her alone by herself. When I got to the bar, Marlene walked over to me.
"Another beer?" she asked me. I shook my head.
"Can I get a vodka soda?" I asked. "Need something." She nodded at my question and turned around, beginning to make the drink. I turned, leaning my hip against the wooden bar counter, observing everyone I saw.
"Who are you?" I heard. I furrowed my eyebrows, turning around. The voice sounded familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. When I turned, I saw the same blonde hair from earlier. "I've never seen you around here before."
"Well, how often do you come here?" I challenged. He chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't come 'round here much anymore," I heard a glass being sat onto the wood and I turned, seeing the drink Marlene made for me. "Thanks, Marlene!"
"Why not?" he asked. "I'm Niall, by the way."
"I know," I said. My eyes widened at my words, not expecting them to come out. "I didn't— uh— how do I fix this?"
Niall let out a loud laugh. "It's all right. I get it," he shrugged. He had a small cut on top of his eyebrow. Nothing too much, I guess. "And you are...?
"Celeste," I replied. "I—"
"I see you've met Celeste, Niall," Louis interrupted me. Niall rolled his eyes at the interruption. "Hey, Lestie."
