I was gone for so long I couldn't remember what I wrote but I am aliveeee
Klaras POV
"Soooooo Klara. Are you going to see (Y/n) fight tonight? I mean, we don't have training tomorrow and have no matches for another week." I heard Georgia Stanway ask from next to me, I struggle to understand her half the time. English is difficult enough without her talking too fast with a strong accent for me to understand.
"I will be, yes. I can't miss out on one of the biggest fights she'll have, can I? Are you going?"
"I am, yeah. I'm buzzing for it, too. Boxings can be quite a big sport in some areas of England, and I just grew up loving it, just not as much as football."
"I guess I'll see you there." I said before walking away after exchanging quick goodbyes. I need at least 4 hours to even get ready to see my girlfriend fight. The last time I did, I ended up watching the floor the entire time, not being able to handle watching her get punched everywhere.
At the end of one of the fights she was in, it was brutal. She ended up breaking her nose and everything. The fight had to stop for a couple of seconds to wipe blood and sweat off the floor from it.
The funny thing is that a lot of people actually say footballs more difficult as you run around a pitch for 90 minutes, but the truth is boxing has to be harder. I mean the fitness levels you need succeed that of football, you get punched while moving across the ring and overall you training days longer than what football days are. I mean (Y/n) once got up at 3:30am. and didn't stop training until 8pm. for a fight.
Once I got back, I quickly changed into a dress and put on some light makeup. In my opinion, it's crazy how nice to have to dress up to see people get punched in the face.
-time skip-
(Y/n) POV
I haven't talked to Klara since this morning. It was before she had to go to training and then she was gone as she would've been late. I've spent the day preparing or my fight. Physically, i'm prepared, but once I'm actually in the ring, fighting in front of however many people, which often enough hits hundreds of thousands, I feel sick to my stomach. I'm fine until after the fight, which I find weird.
Right now I'm with my manager in the living room while waiting for Klara to finish getting ready, I thought I would leave her too it for that as I think Klara finds the fights more difficult than I do. Sure, I do all the preparation, but its never easy to watch someone fight in the ring, especially if you're close to them.
Soon enough, Klara finally finished getting ready, and I greeted her with a quick kiss.
"How are you feeling?" I whispered into her ear.
"Scared, nervous. Both?"
I let out a light laugh, "it's going to be fine. I promise."
"I know... I know. I just, I don't like seeing you get hurt."
Instead of giving a verbal response, I pulled her into a hug before pulling away and walking to the car. At this point, my fight is in an hour, and we will take around fifteen minutes to get there. That leaves the perfect amount of time to warm up with skipping and pads and listen to music to get my head in the proper mindset.
"You're going to do amazing." She whispered into my ear before we went our separate ways.
I don't know why I'm so nervous, I've been in there before. I've won in there before, so why the hell am I so scared. I know it's most likely because I'm having a title fight, the biggest fight of my career, but that shouldn't change how I feel. I shouldn't be doubting myself.
"Hey, (Y/n/n) you okay?" Mark asked me. He's one of the undercards tonight. It's also a title fight. I know he won by miles. Mark was against Gavin Gwynne, so it was a relatively easy fight for him to win.
"Yup. All good. Maybe. Probably not. I don't know."
"I get you nervous, I am every time I get in there to, but you've trained hard for this, and I know you're going to smash it. I'll make you a deal. You win that title, and I'll go on runs with you for a month."
"Deal. I am so tired of running on my own... and running in general, actually."
"Alright, now go get in that ring, superstar." He joked with me, pushing my shoulder.
Time skip cause I'm lazy
I ended up winning the match by split decision, in favour of me 98-95, which is insanely close. As soon as I got into the back room after an interview, I ran over to Klara, who was waiting for me. She's never been able to actually watch the fight, by not watching the fight I mean that she cant watch me in the ring but instead would watch through a screen as but still turns up which means the world to me.
"(Y/n/n) your face." She gasped in shock. As far as I know, I'm going to have 2 black eyes in the morning and a cut just below my hairline with a broken nose.
"Hey, it can't look that bad, can it." I joked, which caused me to get a light slap on the arm.
"It's not funny you look rougher than I've ever seen you."
"All part of my charm." I joked again in an attempt to lighten the mood and her worrying. It didn't get me much other than another slap.
"I was scared for you." She whispered.
"I'm okay, I'll always be okay..." I smiled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, hoping to avoid another slap. "Unless I lose, then I won't be okay."
The kiss didn't work, I got two more slaps in its place.
"I promise you I'll always be okay."
"Don't make promises you can't keep."
"Good thing I can keep this one then, isn't it." I smiled and pulled her in for another hug, the adrelenline of the night wearing off and a sudden wave of tiredness hitting me.
"Let's go home." I heard her whis[er in my ear, although I wasn't listening properly due to me resting my head on her shoulder half asleep.
