Assailant [H.S]

Chapter 2

The Next Day

Harry's POV

My eyes opened as I inhaled a sharp breath. The gray ceiling above me spun in circles as I laid on the cold tile flooring of my dressing room. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my ears ringing.

Where am I?

I attempted to move my arms but realized they were held down by some force. I turned my head to the left and noticed the same blonde woman from last night laying over the top of my arm. Her hair was jumbled up into a mess, her face barely visible and her dress straps off of her shoulder, completely knocked out.

I peered to the right as another woman slept beside me, covering my right arm. Her hair was a luscious cherry brown that was tied up into a high ponytail. Her makeup seemed to be rubbing off as there were black makeup marks and lipstick stains across her face.

I tilted my head back to where I was facing the ceiling and sighed as the recollection of last night flooded back into my brain.

"Hey, Styles! Nice win!"

"Hey baby, wanna get outta here?"

"You're an asshole!!"

"Who wants to do another line??"

I chuckled to myself while staring at the ceiling as I thought about the crazy night that revolved around my win. I absolutely love winning. To me, there is nothing better than beating the shit out of my opponents and getting that victory. I will never lose a match in MMA and if I do, you will never hear from me again.

My manager is the world renowned Kane Wright. He was the most famous athlete in MMA history before I arrived. Kane never lost a single match during his reign until his final one where he was taken down by a young rookie. After that, he never fought again. As a child, I watched every single one of his matches and looked up to him. I wanted to be just like him.

Now, I want nothing to do with him.

He took me in the day I turned eighteen and began training me to be a part of MMA. We spent countless hours training. He would wake me up at four in the morning to go outside and run, rain or shine. I saw the man every single day while he put me through the most intense training I have ever received in my life.

Everything started off great, I entered my first few matches and took down my opponents within seconds. As I have gotten older and higher in the rankings I am facing tougher opponents so it takes me a little bit more time to knock them out.

Kane started having issues with this because I was winning him millions by beating my opponents within a certain amount of time. It became more about money rather than fighting. I am simply just his muse in a game of chess.

"What the fuck is going on here?" My assistant rushed in the room and flicked on the lights, heading over to me, pulling me out of my memory lane spiral. Their blurred faces were hanging over me and I squinted my eyes to try and get a better look. They grabbed my left arm and unhooked it from the blondie who I spent most of my time with last night and sat me up. The brunette fell off of my right arm and rolled over on her side, her back facing my direction.

"What?" I mumbled through heavy breaths while placing my palm onto my forehead and looking around the completely trashed room. There were shards of glass everywhere, plates and solo cups smashed on the ground and placed around the entire room, and people passed out on every piece of furniture I own, including my mini bar.

I folded my hand over my mouth and slowly used my weakened strength to pull myself up onto my feet. I stumbled until I reached the wall where my assistant helped me stay balanced.

"Styles, this is unacceptable! Kane is going to be livid! You need to get everyone out of here right now!" My assistant squeezed my arm as their face became red with anger. They quickly let go and started trying to clean up the mess that was too far gone to even recover from. They grabbed all of the trash and glass shards and placed it into a trash bag while huffing to themselves.

I leaned against the wall with my head tilted back as I tried to recover from last night. "I can take care of it, Lennon." I muttered to myself while staring up at the blinding fluorescent lights.

Lennon ignored me as they continued to clean with burning anger. "Just get all of these people out of here."

I nodded slowly and looked around the room where there were at least eight people sprawled out, none of them being awake. I sighed and moved away from the wall and over to two men who laid across my mini bar with one another. I slapped one of them in the face with my left palm when his eyes widened at the movement. "Get the fuck out, and take your friend." I said plainly as the guy got up quickly, afraid of what I'd do next and carried his friend out of the door.

"Two down, six to go." I walked over to a group of four people piled on top of one another on my couch. I grabbed a full solo cup with some type of liquid in it and poured it over the top of the group. "All of you, I need you outta here now.".

The group mumbled to one another and left some snide remarks to me under their breath as they stumbled out of the door.

"Well fuck you all too." I flipped them all off as they left.

I scanned the room where my two girls laid on the floor, where I was previously. I walked over to them and caressed both of their arms to try and gain back their consciousness. The brunette woke up slowly and looked at me with confusion.

"Hey baby, you gotta go. I will see you next week." I planted a kiss on her jawline and helped her stand. I motioned her to the door where she walked out without a word, just a look of disorientation.

I peered over to my blondie who was still sound asleep.

"Blondie baby, you gotta wake up. We need to get you out of here." I muttered while running my thumb across the length of her right arm.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked over to me. "What's going on..." She whispered through heavy breaths.

"C'mon, you gotta get out of here. I already called you a taxi and it's taking you to the address on your ID." I pulled her up into a sitting position as she loosely helped me stand her up onto her feet.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her over my shoulder, pulling her mini dress down below her bottom so she was no longer exposed. I walked out of my dressing room and down the hallway to the back entrance where a taxi cab was waiting. I opened the door with my free hand and gently sat her inside the vehicle. I gave the woman a smile before closing the door and watching the taxi drive off.

As I turned around to head back into my dressing room, I was met with a familiar voice.

"Styles."