Dangerous love

My life

So my names Abby Smith, 19 years old and I live with my 13 year old sister and my mum. I'm no normal teenager. At the age of 7 my mum sent me to karate lessons, getting my black belt at the age of 13. I started competing in completions, winning so many I've lost count.
At the age of 15 I started hearing about street fighting underground. So being the nosy girl I was I thought I'd take a look. And that was the day my life turned around. I get paid to fight grown men, other females, I'm the best in the country.

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I came home early In the morning covered in bruises all over my face. I had a good fight winning again! Haha. I earned £5,000 for just ONE fight!
I creeped into my bed room trying not to wake my sister and mum. I jumped into my bed not bothering to change my clothes. Slowly falling asleep in my soft bed covers.
"Ahhhhh, OMG OMG !!!"
"ABBY GET UP!"
I rushed out of my bed to were the sound was coming from. Running into my sisters room I saw she was rolling on the floor.
"Hey are you ok??"
"No! Harry freaking Styles is staying in a hotel for 2 months just down the road! Ahhhh"
Pathetic much I know!
"Omg Jess I thought you were being murderd" frustrated I left her room and stomped down the stairs. I followed the house around until I got to the kitchen. Grabbing some bread and popping it in the toaster I noticed a note on the table.
"Hey girls,
I've gone to work today so Abby you will have to take jess to dance,
Don't burn the house down Abby!
Love mum"
I scrunched the paper up and chucked it in the bin. Urrrggghhh, why do I have to take her!
"Abby, Abby, abby, we have to go now!!"
I had barley finished my toast when she pulled me away, from my food. I fucking hate her some times.
"Where are we going" I asked hopping it was going to be dance so I could ditched for the day and go out.
"I've got to get to dance, and meat Harry styles" she said the last part quickly under her breath.
"Urghhhh, fine but let me get dressed" I angrily said walking of to my room. I heard her squiring in the back ground.
I walked in to my room grabbing my black jeans, some old band t-shirt, black leather jacket and my converses. You could call me a goth but I'd say fuck you. I quickly brushed my dark blonde hair. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I noticed my dark brown eyes making my bruises stand out even more. I couldn't be bothered to put cover them up so I left them.
Grabbing my phone and keys from the side I ran down stairs.
"Hey Jess get your ass down here now! Or your walking!!" I yelled, seconds later she was running down the stairs I. Her dance stuff ready to go.
"Can we walk, we might have more chance of seeing harry" she's quilled
"Urghhhh sure what ever" I replied, she really does get on my nerves some times! But I guess she is my sister.
We walked out the door. Turning into the path.
We didn't talk much just the occasional small talk. It's sad that we are not that close. We use to be but after dad never returned one night. I lost my trust in any one. Closing up and pushing every one away, even my friends and family. Focusing on beating the shit out of people, the training room became my home.
I don't need anyone though, fuck love you only end up getting hurt.
Turning the final corner I waved to Jess as sh walked into the building. I could she the frown on her face, the disappointment from not meeting her idol.
Turning around I headed towards the park. It's only about 20 minutes away, but I had to waste a hour and a half some how.
Just a few streets I heard screams not of pain but excitement. The I love Harry styles scream. You know it's his, it like all birds sound different. So do all fandoms.
Looking ahead of me I saw a small group of girls, about 5, all huddled together. And then a mop of curly long black hair pushing its way through. Harry styles. He was cute yes but he is just like any other 20 year old boy! Cocky.
I stood still watching him laughing at his attempt to break free. When he finally did I noticed he was wearing his signature jeans, black jumper and brown boats. His normal look.
He stopped looking up. Squinting from the sun he looked at me, Confused. I just stared back with no expression. His green emerald eyes staring at my deal brown eyes. He was looking so deep he could probably see my soul.
He shoved his hands in his pockets as the girls mobbed him again. Still looking at me he smiled, showing off his dimples.
I walked off not caring if I looked rued.
But honestly I don't give a shit.
About 5 minutes I finally found the place I was looking for all along, the park.

--a/n--
Hey guys hope you like my new Harry styles fanfiction.
The idea just came to my head!
Sorry if it's to much in a chapter.
Wanted to get a lot squished in.
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Thanks!!!!!!