Assailant [H.S]

Chapter 11

Harry's POV

The crowd roared over my win as I ran off out of the arena and into the back hallway, leading to my backstage dressing room. Whenever we travel to a new arena, we always bring my stuff along, including my couch and other furniture. I get weird when my stuff isn't with me because it is a vital part in my success.

"Hey, Styles! Wait up!" Kane yelled, running towards me and waving me down.

I stopped walking and turned around, looking at Kane who was now a few feet in front of me and out of breath from running, "What's up?".

"Great win tonight, kid. I needed to catch you before I leave for the afterparty to let you know about training tomorrow. You'll be training the new athlete tomorrow at seven in the morning, sharp. Don't fucking skip out on it this time like you did last week or there will be hell to pay, understand?" Kane was inches in front of me at this point.

"Yeah, I'll be there." I shrugged and turned away, heading towards my dressing room.

Last week, I promised him I would train the new athlete but it was the night after I got out of jail and quite frankly I didn't feel like going. I just told him that I was feeling under the weather and that we needed to reschedule.

The truth is, I don't want to train anyone. I'm my own person and I don't need some dumbass boy stealing my moves and trying to use me as his pawn. Plus, it's not like I'll be making any money from this because Kane is a cheap motherfucker who already takes a lot of my hard earned dough.

I walked into my room and immediately plopped myself on the couch, laying down. I closed my eyes and drifted off into sleep, thinking about how the hell I'm going to get out of this one.

The Next Morning

"Harry! Get the fuck up! Why are you still here, dude!" Lennon, my personal assistant, bashed the door open and stormed into the room.

I quickly woke up and stretched myself out, unaware of what time it was, "Why can't a grown man get some sleep around here?" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"You have ten minutes to get your ass up and get ready. Kane is outside waiting to take you to the training facility." Lennon shook their head and walked over, grabbing my arms and forcing me to sit up. "C'mon, Harry."

I sighed and rolled my eyes to the back of my head, "I don't want to do this, Lennon. You gotta help me get out of this. I refuse to train some jerk that's just going to take advantage of me and steal all my moves. Infact, I think Kane is doing this to replace me." I muttered while sitting up on the couch, slouching over my knees.

"No. Harry, you don't have a choice." Lennon leaned down to me and whispered, "We will both get in a serious amount of trouble if we don't get out there right now. We both know what he and his team are capable of."

I nodded slowly and breathed in a deep sigh before standing up, "Okay, fine. I'll get changed and meet you down there in five."

Lennon nodded and hesitantly walked out of the door and back into the hallway.

"Fuck!" I screamed out and knocked over the table side lamp. "I don't wanna do this!".

I grabbed a black t-shirt and black training shorts off one of my tables and slowly changed into them. I threw on white socks and my white Nike training shoes. I combed my hair with my fingers and grabbed my training bag.

With uncertainty, I walked out of the room and down the hallway that led to the outside door, where Kane was parked.

Well, Kane's limo I should say.

The door was opened by the limousine driver and I crawled inside with my hefty training bag and sat down across the way from Kane and Lennon.

"You're two minutes late. If I hadn't sent Lennon in there to get your lazy ass, you likely wouldn't have shown up again. Do you take this seriously, Styles? This lifestyle of yours? The millions of dollars that you make to fend for yourself? Do you even fucking care?" Kane began to raise his voice, "Tell me, do you even fucking care about fighting or yourself? Because with the way you've been acting these last few weeks, I could easily have you cut from this program!"

I just sat there with my arms crossed, slouched back on the seat, with no response.

It's too early for this bullshit.

"Answer me you little cunt! I can have you thrown out of here in seconds and all of that glory and money that you bathe in will be gone forever!" He yelled.

Obviously something was wrong with him today. I don't know why it's such a big deal that I don't want to train some slob he likely picked up off the street.

"I'm here, Kane. I'm in this car with you right here, right now. What else do you want from me?" I spat out.

"What else do I want?" He chuckled, "What else do I want... let's see. I want you to not be such an arrogant asshole when your boss is talking to you. I want you to stop sleeping with the reporters that interview you. I want you to stop meeting up with the other fighters and landing yourself in jail. It's endless, Styles!" He waved his arm in the air in frustration.

Before I could say another word, we were parked at the training facility. The driver opened the door and I quickly stormed out with my bag and into the building, immediately going into the men's locker room.

Kane and Lennon followed me out of the car and entered the building. They both went into his main office and shut the door.

I looked up at the clock that showed 6:52. I only had eight minutes to get myself together before training some random asswat. I leaned over the sink and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to throw away all the anger I had towards Kane and this entire program.

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, centering my emotions. Then, I grabbed my bag and walked out of the locker room and onto the training pad. I sat on the chair next to the pad and grabbed some tape from my bag to wrap my hands. I individually wrapped each hand around my wrists and knuckles, waiting for the new athlete to show up.

I looked over at the clock that read 6:59.

Ha, new guys first day and he's already going to be late.

I threw the tape back in my bag and looked up at the door where a smaller framed person stood. The shadows made it difficult to see the person. They held a small bag in their hand as they walked closer to the training pad.

Wait, what? This can't be right.

The athlete walked right up to the training pad and dropped their things onto the floor. They looked over at me with confusion on their face, "Harry?"

I looked over with the same questionable face, "Nora?"

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Hi guys! I know this chapter is short but I'm so excited to start the training portion of this story! It's been building up for awhile and we're finally here!! I hope you enjoy.