Trust

Fight Me

My eyes flick open after I had passed out from jet lag. I drag myself out of bed and get dressed. My phone beeps.

Justin: Hey! I'm off work today. Wanna hang out?

Aurora: Sure! What do you want to do? xx

Justin: Well, I'm heading to the gym then to the skate park. You can join me for either or both.

Aurora: Ooh, both sound fun! Oh, crud. I'm in trouble... So, would it be too much to ask for one of my brothers to tag along? xx

Justin: Sure! See you in 20?

Aurora: Sure! Meet me in the lobby, kay? xx

Justin: yep!

I jog out to the living room and find all of the guys chatting or playing on their phones.

"Hey, dad! Could I hang out with a friend?" I ask. He raises an eyebrow.

"You already have a friend in New York?"

"Yep, I met him on the flight. He works at this hotel." I say.

"He?" Dad asks.

"Yea, dad, he's a guy. His name is Justin and he's not even a year older than me. He's even cool with one of you tagging along." I say. Dad sighs and thinks it over.

"Fine... IF one of us comes." He says. I grin.

"Okay, well, we're going to the skate park and the gym. Anyone wanna come?" I ask hopefully. Niall perks up.

"Skate park? I haven't been skating in forever! I'll tag along." He says. I grin triumphantly.

"Thanks Niall!" I say. I toss my phone into my pocket. Niall does the same and we walk out, yelling goodbyes to the rest of the guys. We walk down the stairs to the lobby, seeing as there is no way I am going back into an elevator. I instantly see Justin. He spots me and waves.

"Hey Justin!" I chirp. "This is my brother, Niall."

They shake hands.

"Hey bro. What's up?" Justin asks in his rich American accent.

"Just the usual touring mess. It's gonna be nice to get away for a bit today. What about you, lad?" Niall asks. Justin shoots me a glance at Niall's word choice. I chuckle.

"Working, skating, a little bit of boxing." He answers.

"Boxing?" Niall asks.

"Yeah, it's a bunch of fun. It's more of a hobby for me, though. I could take someone down if I tried, but I'd much rather stick to the leather bag." Justin answers. Niall nods understandingly.

"Where are we off to first?" I ask.

"Gym first, then skate park. If that's okay, of course." Justin says. I nod in agreement. We walk out and follow Justin to his truck. Justin drives and I sit shotgun. Niall sits uncomfortably in the back. We make light conversation until we arrive to the gym. I take one glance inside and see that it is set up mainly for boxing.

There are some weight sets and an entire wall of punching bags. There are some punching gloves for guests to use. There is also a boxing rink on the other side.

"Have you ever boxed before?" Justin asks me. I shake my head no. "Come, I'll teach you."

I follow him and grab a pair of gloves. I lace them tightly on my hands. Justin leads me to a large punching bag.

"Okay, first you have to learn how to properly punch. Then we'll move onto kicking, then blocking." He says. I nod. He demonstrates how to do each. I listen intently. After he's done teaching me, he sets up the bag next to me. I begin beating up the punching bag. Niall, meanwhile, is lifting weights. A man in his mid thirties walks over to Justin and I.

"Hello Justin! I see you've brought a couple friends?" He says smiling.

"Yes sir! This is Aurora and that is Niall." Justin answers. I smile meekly.

"Why, hello dear. I'm Andrew Jones. You can call me Andrew. Are you into boxing?" He asks me.

"Well, everything I've learned so far has been fun." I state. He smiles.

"Well, could you show me what you've learned?" He asks, motioning to the bag. I shrug and throw a couple solid punches and kicks to the bag. I end in the block that Justin taught me.

"You have a very nice start. I think your body is in a good shape to begin boxing in, too. We could always use a good female boxer. I think you've got what it takes. Would you be interested?" He asks me. I blush.

"That's very kind, sir, but I don't live around here." I say.

"Oh, well, that's a shame. Still, I'd like to teach you while you are here. Whenever you find time, stop by here and i'll teach you. Sound good?" He asks.

"Yes sir! Thank you. I'd be honored to be taught by you." I say, thrilled.

"Great! Pretty soon, you'll be able to beat Justin up over here!" He says with a hearty chuckle. Justin perks up.

"Pfft, nah... No offense, Aura. You're good, but no one can beat the master." Justin says, flexing his muscles. I laugh.

"Oh, come on. I bet I could beat you right now." I say.

"Wanna try?" He asks. I grin.

"Let's go, pretty boy!" I say cockily. He grins and we run over to the ring. I run off into a corner and stretch a little.

"You may want to put on some protection, Justin. Wouldn't want you to show up to work tomorrow all black and blue." I say. He chuckles.

"You wish, Tomlinson." He says back.

"Ladies and gentleman, in this corner is the one, the only, Justin Simpsons! And in the other corner is the good,the bad, and the beautiful Aurora Tomlinson! Boxers,are you ready? 3...2...1... GO!!" Andrew announces.

We meet in the middle and he takes the first swing. I duck and he misses. I deliver a clean kick to his side. He takes it and shakes it off. He punches my side and I just suck it in. This is actually really fun! I psych him out by faking right and hitting left. As he recovers from the punch, I hit him on the other side too. I kick him square in the stomach and he stumbles back. He kicks back at me and hits me and knocks the breath out of me. I stumble back too. He takes the opportunity and kicks me in the side, knocking me down. He smirks at me as Andrew begins counting down. I hook my foot on his ankle and trip him up, sending him right down onto the mat. I stand up quickly and place my foot on his stomach, enough to keep him down but not crush his stomach.

"3,2,1! Winner!" Andrew yells. Niall applauds. I smirk and hold out my hand to help Justin up. He gets up on his own and huffs.

"I'll get you next time." He promises. I laugh.

"Whatever you say, Simpson, whatever you say... Now, who's up for the skate park?" I say with a grin. The guys both grin widely.

"Let's go!" I yell. "Bye Andrew! Thanks! I'll see you later!"

I toss the gloves back into the basket but Andrew stops me. He grabs them and hands them back to me.

"Here, keep these. That way, you can practice even after you leave." He says. I smile.

"Thanks." I say and run out to catch up with Niall and Justin.