Passion (H.S)

Chapter 3

Harry p.o.v

The sound of sweaty men hitting the boxing bags filled my ears as I watched them train for their fights, I was their trainer so their gunna win. My men always do. I make them work to the fullest of their ability every other day in the afternoon, on the days that they aren't training they go to other work, whatever they do.

I decided to get up and lift some weights to pass the time, it does get boring sometimes just watching them box but I know that I can't leave them because I help them improve if their struggling. I picked up a weight in each hand and started to lift them up and down.

"Hey mate" I heard an Irish accent call.

"Niall" I smiled at him "How you doing?"

"Well you know the usual" he said running his sweaty hand through his dirty blonde hair. I've trained Niall for 2 years now, he's one of the best I've thought. He's is also my best mate and has been for the last 2 years.

"Yeah mate, I know" I chuckled at him.

Niall's very care free and laid bad, he's partying most nights but he's so lazy too. He usually come here to train with me, sometimes he can't be bothered but most of the times he's the first one here.

"Wanna have a match?" He ask me,

"Sure man." We made out way to the ring and took off our shirts, we didn't want them sticky and smelling for the rest of the night so we leave them on the side while we train. We put on our gloves and got ready to fight.

"Go!" I called and we start swinging at each other, Niall's good but not as good as me. He swung a punch towards my head but I blocked him and punched him in the stomach, this carried on for about 3 more minuets before Naill just walked to the edge and sat down.

"Hey mate! We're in a middle of training!" I laughed. Niall grunted at me, signalling he was tried and worn out.

"You did well Ni." I praised him.

"Yeah, thanks." He replied lazily still breathing hard. I glanced at the clock on my phone and it read 8:57.

"Right I'm gunna go home home mate, need a lift?" I asked him,

"Nahh I bought my car, thanks anyway. See tomorrow." He told me.

"alright bye." I put my shirt and my hoodie on then grabbed my duffle bag and I walked out the gym to my car. I decided to go to the coffee shop that I went to last night.

I was hoping that the same girl was there again, I wanted to know her name. She was so beautiful and kind, she didn't seem like the kind of person to judge others either which just made her even better.

Her long brown hair with the red highlights looked sexy and the way that her jeans hugged her curves and bum just made me wanna grab her.

She wasn't like the other girls I've met that just push their boobs in my face to get attention for sex, she didn't even try to get my attention or anything which surprised me.

But what I did notice is her dark blue gorgeous ocean eyes that hid sadness and fear, they didn't light up or sparkle when she smiled and I want to know why.

I pulled into the car park and parked my car. I made my way inside and my eyes immediately searched for the girl I met last night. I scanned behind the counter to see that the same girl was there cleaning mugs, I made my way to the counter and took a seat on a stool. She turned around and our eyes meet instantly.

"Hi there!" She smiled softly at me.

"Hey" I replied.

"I didn't think I'd see you again." She said taking a seat In front of me.

"I just couldn't stay away from such a beautiful girl" I smiled flirting at her, she blushed and looked down smiling. It was pretty cute to see her embarrassed.

"But seriously, what'd you come back for?" She asked curiously,

"I genuinely came here to see you" I smiled at her.

"Really? Why?" She asked tilting her head to the side adorably.

"I never got to know ur name and you seem like a really nice person to be with." I told her honestly.

"Well my names Lizzie White, what about you?"

"Lizzie hmm? I'm gunna call you Liz." I told her.

"and The names Styles, Harry Styles..." I said in a James Bond voice smirking at her. She laughed at my voice attempt.

"Nice impression but seriously, Liz?" She asked "Nobody calls me Liz." She said, looking at me funny.

"Well then, when ever you hear someone call you Liz you'll know it's me." I smiled at her

"I like that." She said quietly. I took this moment to really look at her, she had bags under her eyes and you could see where she had tried to cover them up with make-up as its was wearing off.

"You look really tired. Do you get enough sleep?" I started but then realised what I said

"I'm sorry that sounded really rude.. And weird.. I didn't mean it in a rude way." I said. Liz locked at me and then looked down seeming uncomfortable.

"It's fine don't worry, I know I look tired." She mumbled,

"I just couldn't sleep last night." She told me.

"Why couldn't you sleep? Sorry I don't mean to get in your business" I said, as I spoke I could physically see her stiffen, shit touchy subject.

"sorry forget I said anything." I told her.

"Sorry but I've just met you maybe if we were closer I'd tell you, but to me your still a bit of a stranger." She laughed a bit, I nodded and thought of an idea.

"Wait what time do you start work?" I asked her, she looked at me confused but answered.

"9'o'clock, why?" She replied,

"well maybe we could get breakfast here next Friday at 9:15? So we're not so much strangers."

I smiled at her cheekily. Liz looked taken back for a moment probably questioning her self if to say yes or not.

"I mean you don't have to if you don't want to, it was just a suggestion. I understand if you don't wanna cause I kno-"

"I'd love to get breakfast with you Harry" she smiled at me. My face broke into a grin as we held eye contact.

"Well I better get going" I said glancing at the clock on the wall realising it was half 9.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow Harry" she said smiling at me as I waved to her walking out the door.

I got into my car and drove home thinking about Liz and our breakfast date tomorrow.

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I literally have nothing better to do so I'm just writing aimlessly

~C