Love on Opposite Sides of the Ring

Part 5

Louis's pov...

I wake up to do a phone interview with a sports magazine, so that they can take a few shots of me, promoting the championship fight. My trainer figured since Harry got a head start with the promotion, why can't I. Then, after the shoot, I will be visiting Doncaster so that once the photos are published in the magazine, I will do a signing for the fans. Troy, my trainer as well as my publicist, figured that was a good way of being competitive in a professional way. In some way word got out that I had been visiting Styles, and Troy didn't like it that much. He pretty much put me on lockdown.

I am forced to train from sun up to sun down as my punishment without any breaks in between. This time he let me have a day off so that I can look good for my photo shoot.

I was packing up my stuff to go to a private photo gallery up north in London. It's about two hours away, since it was there where Troy could find a nice professional photographer. His name is Greg Horan and has been living here in London for three years. I also learned he was from Mullingar, Ireland, so you could never go wrong with Irish descent people.

By now, Troy had came to pick me up in his black Escalade and we headed to the photo gallery.

Two hours later....

We had arrived and parked on the small reserved lot. I got out the car, along with Troy, gathered my things from the trunk, and we went inside the place.

Then, a smiling Greg had came to meet us and had told me, "Louis, I am honored to meet you. I'm a huge fan, and I am glad you agreed to do this photo shoot for the magazines."

I nodded cluelessly, but with a smile I replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you too Greg. It's nice to have a fan here." He blushed and soon directed me to change into my boxing attire so he could get started.

The photos were going to appear in the magazine the Doncaster Alley as well as the Londoner, and I happened to miss that part. I was going to make an extra effort for these photos to look nice and precise. I don't want Harry to get his hands on the Londoner and make fun of me for the rest of my life.

Harry just seems to be in my mind often and that was obviously not a good sign. Since now I was not allowed to see him until the weigh in, press conference, and the fight, just like the rules had stated. I was starting to miss him.

I couldn't stop thinking about those forest green eyes you can get lost in, that amazing body covered in tattoos, and those beautiful heart shaped lips. The way he carries himself like he doesn't have a care in the world. His confidence and endless stamina I wish to have. Just him and him only. I wish he wasn't my opponent and I could be able to take him out for dinner or a morning coffee. Just get to know about his likes and dislikes. Be able to see him smile when no one is looking, just getting to know Harry the normal guy and not the boxer.

Without noticing, I was pretty distracted, so Troy and Greg had to call my name countless times so that I could focus on my photo shoot.

An hour later, Greg had captured the perfect shots and Troy and I went to check in at a hotel, so that in the morning we could go over the photos with Greg, make sure if I have to take anymore, and then publish them.

Morning...

I had woken up bright and early with Troy so that we could meet up with Greg and go over the photos.

I put on a burgundy oversized sweater with dark gray skinny jeans, short black boots and a baige beanie. After Troy was dressed already, we checked out from the hotel and headed this time to Greg's studio.

It was a few miles down from his photo gallery and we parked once we arrived at the location.

Troy and I got out the car and headed inside. Greg had met us with two cups of black tea as we gathered around, looking at the photos.

Most of them looked nice and some not so much, so we picked the ones that were the most appealing. With that I signed some papers as part of the permission for copyright for the magazines and we were done.

The two hour drive back to my penthouse was pretty long, but I filled my mind up with thoughts of Harry.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at my hotel and Troy gave me the details of our two day departure to Doncaster in a few days to do my signing. Also, since I did shoots for the Londoner, I will be doing a signing here as well. I wasn't too sure, since I didn't have many fans here, but Troy had insisted.

With that, he drove away and I made my way up to my penthouse.

Once I got there, I unlocked it and made myself at home. I went to go and take a shower, set my stuff down to get it sorted tomorrow, and laid in my bed.

My life just kept replaying in my mind like a black and white film. When I was 17, I used to get bullied a lot. Kids at school used to call me pixie boy and teased me about spreading pixie dust everywhere so that I could turn everyone gay. I had told my mom about the hurtful words and she couldn't afford to put me in another school. My dad was always away on business trips and my mom was a housewife.

I have many sisters but we weren't all as close because they had their lives and I had mines. Then, when the bullying got too intense, and my dad had finally came home, he signed me up for private boxing classes with Troy. We had always been a wealthy family so the classes weren't too costly. Since then, I had learned to defend myself from the bullies. I used to practice until my knuckles felt weak, but I didn't care, since all the training took all the stress away. Since then, my grades had improved by a mile and I was able to graduate with a 4.0. I was very focused and determined.

After that, my parents let me meet up with Troy for more hours and sessions, determining that boxing will be a nice career for me. Then, when I turned 18, my parents helped me find this nice penthouse I am staying in right now. Also, now that I'm making good money, I am able to pay for it myself. My parents have helped me so much on starting my boxing career, that I didn't want to let them down. I had to win this fight so that I could give back to them for everything they did for me.

I wonder how Harry's life was like and if it was just as pleasant as mines. He doesn't seem like the wealthy type, but I could tell he has been through a lot. It's not everyday I care for my opponents, but Harry is just different. I want to be able to make him happy, and I will make that my mission after this fight. It's just something tells me I don't have to wait long.