Love on Opposite Sides of the Ring

Part 3

Harry's pov...

That was very uncalled for, but yet I couldn't stop thinking about Louis. If I only knew what he looked liked in person, I would have never agreed to fight against him. I was discovering feelings I didn't even know I had. I tried my best to snap out of my forbidden thoughts. I couldn't think this way about my opponent. I had to keep this at a business level. By now I knew all of his strengths and weaknesses, this one being one of them. He has connections and he for some reason knew who my trainer was and where my gym was at. Doncaster is pretty far away, how in the hell did he get to London this fast? Unless he has somewhere to stay in London.

He was only trying to get in my head and see who his competition was in the flesh. Well now that I know who am I really fighting against, I got this one in the bag. By now Dany is continuing my training, and he reassured, "Don't worry about Tomlinson, he just wanted to check out his competition. You got this Harry, there's nothing to worry about." I simply nodded and continued with my punches on the normal bag, only to stop for a 15 minute break and move on to the speed punching bag.

After another hour of training, I was free to go home. My shoulders were sore, so once I got to my locker room, I went to my tiny fridge to get some ice pads out from the freezer area and rested them on my shoulders. I let out a hiss until I got used to the cooling sensation they were giving off. I had been training so hard, that my body was begging for mercy. Once, I felt a little better, I removed the ice pads from my shoulders and placed them back in the tiny freezer. I took a shower in the shower area, got dressed and headed to my car.

As I got in, someone tapped my window. I decided to get out the car, getting ready to pound on anyone that was trying to probably mug me. I looked left and right until I came face to face with Tomlinson. I asked with a glare, "Why are you still here?!" He smirked and replied, "Just wanted to get up close and personal with my opponent. I know you're stealing my fans and I want them back." This made me return the smirk and said, "Oh so now I know what this is all about. You couldn't wait another year to see me and confront me, could you?" By now I stopped leaning against my car, standing at my full height as I towered over him. Louis gulped and said frantically, "I am not intimidated by you. I know I could win...fair and square at that." I walked closer to him, giving him no more space to breathe properly, my face too close to his.

His blue eyes met my menacing green ones as I said, "Oh so now you're accusing me of cheating. Wow Tomlinson, and I thought I should fear my opponent." He didn't say a word as he was turning away. I caught his wrist as I made him turn back to me. I said, "If you want to live for another year, I suggest you get the hell out of my training area." Louis looked a bit frightened until he decided to glare at me. He finally said something I wasn't expecting, "You can't keep me away Styles, it's already too late for that." His clear blue eyes trailed up and down my body, now meeting my confused green eyes as he turned away for the final time and left.

Well that escalated quickly... I went back to getting in my car and now leaving the gym.

Louis's pov...

Harry was pretty intimidating, I will tell you that. I still can't believe he's 16 and can have so much power over me, making me feel small. Who was I kidding? I can't beat this guy. If only I could, I probably would be giving my training extra hours. I need a plan, but I knew I was going to lose this match. As much as I don't want to admit it, I'm pretty scared of Harry.

As I sat in my car, driving back to my pent house that I owned here in London, all of these thoughts won't leave my brain. I knew what I was doing was unprofessional and I could easily be banned from boxing but I had to do this. I had to get my fans back one way or another, and that was getting into Harry's head. Then, it didn't help that I found it extremely hard to stay away from him. I know if my trainer finds out about this, he will have my head. I just have to get it together and focus on a fight I might probably lose no matter how hard I train.

My thoughts were interrupted as I reached the private parking lot and parked my car. I got out and decided to call my trainer. I asked for another private session because I was in deep panic mode. I know from this day on I won't be able to sleep. If my trainer becomes suspicious of my behavior, I can just lie and say I have being checking out each day Styles' stats and I need to beat them. Well this is half true, but he can't know I went to go see him.

I walked inside the fancy hotel and made my way up to my penthouse, using the shiny marble covered elevator. Once, I reached my floor, my trainer had called me, telling me he will be here in a few minutes. I went inside to change into suitable clothes, taking my water and duffle bag, meeting my trainer at my private gym.

Once he got there, we got straight to work.

As we spared, I kept giving each punch the maximum speed and force. Troy, that's his name, kept yelling at me to hit harder. This kept going for like an hour as we moved around the confined gym. I was a bit high maintenance so I didn't have a ring to practice in but this space as big as a ring so I could work from there. The floors were matted, and so were the walls. Troy was good at making any space be what it really should be, so that helped me concentrate more as I practiced.

Finally, he let me have a five minute break, only to move on to the punching bags and the jump rope.

By the time I was done, I was exhausted, but I felt like I needed more practice. With that I agreed to meet with Troy again tomorrow and the rest of the weeks and months ahead until this important fight. I had to beat Styles.