Knock Out [ a Harry Styles Fanfic ]

Chapter 4

Work was always a necessity in Emerson's life. She remembered picking up odd jobs here and there, mostly babysitting, before she got hired at the diner.

But from all the times she worked, she never really did enjoy it. Well, working wouldn't be a hobby for her.

Yet this curly haired, green eyed young man managed to get her to actually enjoy working at a diner. She even got in trouble for taking too much time "socializing" with him.

"Seriously," Emerson laughed as she once again refilled his glass of iced tea. "You're gonna get me in trouble and I don't even know your name."

"Harry," he answered simply.

Emerson raised a brow as the corner of her lip quirked up in a crooked smirk. "Sweetie, I didn't need to know that you're hairy. I just wanted to know your name," she teased.

A light and playful groan was elicited from him. "That is my name."

"Ohh..." She smirked. "I had no idea. Well, Harry, I've got to go." Her green eyes glanced at the retro clock hanging above the door. Her brother's fight was in a couple hours but it was a tradition of hers to calm him down.

"See you around?" She gave him a wink but not enough time for him to answer before she grabbed her coat and left the diner. It left the boxer wanting more.

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Ethan was jumping rope when his baby sister—as he liked to call her—walked in with her diner uniform still on. Although he didn't like to show it, he was nervous as hell. "Hey... Em...!"

She grinned breathlessly, making it obvious that she had ran all the way from the diner to their gym. "Sorry, I'm a bit late. I got held up."

"It's fine, sis." Ethan finally stopped, clutching the rope in one hand while the other wiped away the sweat that dripped down his temples. "You are a couple hours early."

The brunette chuckled and pulled off her sweater before hanging it onto a hook. "But you know I'm here for moral support." Ethan nodded before going to put away the rope and positioned himself in a stance in front of the punching bag.

It was their usual routine. He punches away at the bag and Emerson just watched. The same way she did when she was younger. Although she didn't do anything, he still found support and comfort knowing his little sister was there supporting him.

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Her sudden departure left Harry wanting more and more. As if he was constantly denied what he needed. After eating and paying, he left a tip although he hoped it was Emerson who picked up the money. The dark haired male stood and walked back to his apartment, already enjoying how close the town was.

But that also meant that everyone knew there were three new guys in town.

"So what's with that stupid smile on your face?" Louis was the first to notice his friend's expression. If he wasn't so happy for Harry, he would've told him to stop looking like an idiot.

Harry blinked and glanced over at the other man. "What? Not wearing a smile," he grumbled and stalked over to the bathroom to take a quick shower. That's when he remembered the fight that night, the one the poster was advertising.

When he exited the bathroom in just a towel, he grabbed his phone and walked to Liam. "There's a fight tonight, not illegal. In that boxing ring a few blocks away."

"Scoping out for new competition then," Louis concluded, finally standing from the couch. "We'll come along."

Harry merely nodded, uncaring of whether or not they come. Because for once, boxing wasn't on his mind. Instead, a brunette took up most of his thoughts.

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I reaaaaally wanna write more but if I do then it'll be extra long and full of fight scenes and yeah that'll wait until tomorrow or whenever this lazy girl gets her lazy butt to actually write

So until then. Byeeee

~ mac