Underground

17

I think life has been one obstacle after another, but I'd like to say the height of each obstacle I have managed to jump over each time. I felt like I succeeded in making good enough choices in the road that is my life, good enough to lead me to a destination of prosper and goal reaching destinations.

But here I stand with an arm wrapped around my neck, trying to find a way out of his hold. His large arm Is no match for my weak grip around him, trying to silently pull him off me.

"Try harder." He taunts in my ear and it just makes me roll my eyes, but never the less I know I seriously need to try harder.

But here I am tapping out again.

I tap his arm two times like we've practiced and his hold on me is taken off my windpipe, though he didn't have It as harshly as I am sure he could.

"Ella, you need to try to get out of it, you can't keep pulling my arm like an infant." His raspy accent hits my ear and I roll my eyes at him as I turn to him, looking up at him like a unimpressed child, eyes squinted.

We have been practicing self defense for forty five minutes and it's getting old, this is our first time doing it and he is annoyingly good at it.

"I don't want to hit you, and the only way you taught me how to get out of this position is to quite literally elbow you in the jaw." I give him a unimpressed look as he rolls his eyes at me, playfully, but never the less his eyes move across the room.

"Niall, tell her to at least try." Harry sounds done as he speaks with his hand out pointing at me, completely done with this, looking to his good friend like the father and I'm the child he needs help parenting.

"Trust me lad, I would love nothing more then to see her give you a good hit across the face but I just don't know if she could." he shrugs, putting his water back down beside him.

Apparently Style enterprises provides a gym, which I had no idea about, well, no body does except harry and Niall. It's a private gym no one really uses it's large, filled with anything and everything you need, every wall filled with mirrors surrounding us.

I squint my eyes at him and turn my head, I know what he's doing and I am beginning to fall for it but I know I shouldn't.

Trust me when I tell you three weeks ago I would've fought hell and back to be able to take a hit at Harry, but with a kindle of friendship I would honestly feel bad-

"Fine, I'll try again." I stretch my shoulders out, preparing myself for this position yet again, I look behind me to see Harry just smirking slightly at Niall but when he catches me looking at him he looks down at me and the look he gives is only explained as looking like he got caught.

I lightly punch his shoulder with a smirk, as he just gives me the same look back shaking his head at the little moment of child like behavior. His face shifts back to a serious tone once the moment has moved and I do the same, standing infront of him and turning so my back is turned to him.

"Ready"' I hear behind me as I just nod, doing the same actions as minutes ago, the silence is still daunting. I know it's only Harry but the this idea of having to practice incase I am in this situation someday makes me swallow my nerves.

I hear his small steps behind me and even though I know it's him, the man I have found safety in recently, I try to let my mind fall into this situation. So as I feel his arm loop around my neck I imagine someone else, someone who I would actually be fearful of.

"Ready?" He asks again and I just nod again and his grip around my neck tightens, not enough to hurt me, but again enough for me to get the gist of the feeling of this situation.