My boxing trainer (Harry Styles)

Mr. Styles

After another long day of boring classes and unsocial hours, I finally got dismissed. Every day after school I go to a local boxing hall. The owner, Rick, knew my dad and let's me train there. As well as representing me for my matches. When my dad was still here, boxing was the only thing we had in common, and when he died it became the only thing I had left of him.

I passed the huge building in front of the hall, took a short turn to get to the hidden entrance.

"Hey, Rick" I greeted him when I got inside.

"Hello, Sammy» He greeted me back. "Go get ready, I have a few things to tell you afterwards"

I nodded and walked through the different areas, all filled with large men working out or boxing. Most of them knew my dad, and as I go here every day they know me as well.

Stepping into the gym locker room I immediately pulled of my clothes, as always I'm eager to start after a weekend where I don't get to work out. I put on a neon green sports bra and a pair of black running shorts. I pulled on my orange neon socks, put my hair in a ponytail and then walked in to the boxing rink where I usually do my workouts.

I started by doing a few jumping jacks and push-ups before a loud 'ahem' filled the room. I got up on my feet to see Rick walking towards me with a tall stranger. He didn't look Rick's age though. He looked closer to my age, although his prominant features told me something else.

"Sammy, this is Harry Styles" Rick introdused. I walked towards them, waiting for Rick to tell me what's going on. What was this stranger doing here? And what did he want?

"Uhm, hi?" I said, but it came out more as a question. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to say?

"Mr. Styles is your new trainer" Rick explained and I almost gasped loudly, right then and there. My new trainer? I don't need a trainer. The only one I had with me in this was my dad.

"You're joking, right?" I looked at him, trying to expose what had to be a joke. It had to be!

"No, Sammy. You need someone to help you reach the level you wish." Rick said.

"Well, I can do so myself" I huffed. Who did he think I was? A five year old with no idea how to punch? I knew everything that I needed to keep me undefeated.

"You may be undefeated in what you've done, but you won't make it further. I'm here to make you stronger" Styles spoke in a low british accent.

"It's settled Sammy. Even your dad needed a trainer, so get your chin up" Ricks said and pointed at me, with one eyebrow raised as if it would make his dialogue my boss. Then he walked off, leaving me with this stranger that at that point annoyed me more than the sour air in the room.

"Let's start, down and give me 50" He instructed. I obeyed, as irritated as I was.

Half an hour later and I already felt like puking blood, but I had to keep a straight face. The was no way I would give him the pleasure of actually succeding in making me hit my breaking point, showing me that I have to work more.

The only positive thing about it was that I enjoyed throwing puches at him.

"Come on, you can do better than that. Over again" Styles yelled. I took a deep breath before throwing a few more punches, and dodged his. "I'm here to make you able to fight a guy" Well that simply made me more annoyed, who said I couldn't beat a guy? Women has always been able to do about as good as men.

I punched harder and faster, ignoring the fact that I couldn't feel my arms.

"And done!" Styled said and I immediately stopped, turning my back to him. I had no control of my breath, and I was exhausted as hell. I sighed and walked into the locker room, collapsing on the nearby bench. I used my towel to wash off some of my sweat, and just layed there for a while to get back my sense of mind.

I then heard footsteps approaching, and immediately tried to get up as there are no girls here.

"I was just saying that I'll see you tomorrow, and you did ok today. We've got a lot to work on, though" It was Styles, I should've guessed.

"I could've been naked in here, it's the girls locker room" I said not even bothering to give him a glance. What a prick. Although I said that, the main thing that was annoying me was that he said I did "ok" and that we had a lot to work on..?

"And I really don't care" He rolled his eyes and walked through the door, closing it behind him. Is it weird that his line annoyed me? What was I even thinking. Urh, he made me want to hit something. But I was too exhaused to even lift a finger. Let alone do that.

I slowly pulled off my sweaty wear and shower, crossing my fingers that my so called trainer wouldn't pay me another visit. I showered there after every practice to be fresh, but also because my mother is not one to trust when it comes to paying bills. Knowing her she had probably forgotten to pay the water bills. If that wasn't the case, she would be in the bathroom for hours with the shower on while smoking. I guess it's good that she finally had some respect when it came to the fact that the whole house used to smell.

I dried off, put on my former clothes, and walked out with my bag over my shoulder. My feet were jelly, and my smile was as fake as it got when I passed Rick by the 'reseption'.

As usual my mom wasn't home yet, probably out drinking or something. As it had become my every day life I didn't think about it, and it gave me time to do my laundry and start my homework.

When I had put the laundry in the washing machine, I walk into my room and lock the door. Like I always did. The only homework I had for the day was an english paper due tomorrow's class, which was positive since I was exhausted and in no mood for more. The story I was writing was about a girl who struggled with a negative mindset, not in a normal way - more like a demon. But the thought of Harry Styles haunted my mind inbetween every single word. That wanker even managed to get himself a character in the freaking thing.

I checked the clock on my nightstand and it was 1:30. I put my paper into my bag with my phone. Well, it wasn't much of a phone, really. In school they had this agreement to give you some stuff if you didn't have money for, one of them being a really crappy phone that I couldn't send or receive texts with. Also it had to be refilled once a month, which I did earlier that day. It wasn't much but it was very much needed.

I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep. I could've promised that I would never manage to fall asleep because of my rambling mind, if it wasn't for the extreme workout today.