Part 18

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The Fight Part 2...

Louis's pov...

As Harry was doing his interview, I had to leave the ring quickly since it was the rules and I had to pack up my stuff and leave straight away with my trainer. I could either have twenty minutes to take a quick shower and leave or I could leave straight away. I chose to leave straight away.

Even though I said I didn't want this fight to come between Harry and I, I wanted the belt so bad to redeem myself, and Harry just kicked my ass countless times in front of 20,000 people, a sold out crowd. Everyone was chanting his name like if he was some god and he just won the whole thing.

Sadly we couldn't stick around to sight see either. I was on the temporary probation and I had to leave back home immediately in order to work with my trainer straight away to become a middleweight champion. This time I really had to win a belt or else my sorry ass will be out of boxing for good if all I got is small trophies of amateur fights.

I wanted to see my Harry but the rules where not gonna cut it. Once I got to the hotel, Troy was starting to make phone calls right away as I locked myself away in the restroom. I first texted Harry congratulating him and apologizing for not being able to stick around cuz of my temporary probation. I had to leave straight away to London to start my training as a middleweight and needed to work on getting my belt or else I was out of boxing for good. Hopefully that was a good explanation. I didn't know when will I see Harry again but one thing I didn't know was that Harry was crying in his temporary locker room as he read the message.

I put my cell phone away, so it won't get water damaged with the steam coming from my upcoming shower. I stripped off my boxing shorts and took off the now sweaty shoes. I got inside the shower stall and wanted to stay there forever as I turned on the water, changing the temperature to warm and showered for 20 minutes.

Once I was out, I inspected the small cuts on my face, there not being too much damage, but the rest of my body a mixture of purple and blue bruises my boyfriend just gave me.

Harry looked magnificent in his boxing gear with his interesting tattoos decorating his very toned body. He looked more muscular since the last time I saw him. I tried to fight him like a pro, but hitting him was like hitting a rock solid wall. My knuckles vibrated against the tape and my gloves put together. Harry was very tough and super strong. Those hits felt like I was getting hit by a car multiple times. I wish I was as good at him, he was like Muhammad Ali in reincarnation. I just couldn't beat him if I tried. At first I was confident and strong and by the end of the second round, going straight to the third, my body just couldn't take it. I could train for hours and hours, but my fight with Harry could never compare to my hours of training. It made it seem like all I was doing was walking in a park. If Harry fights like that, I don't even want to imagine how his trainings are like.

I stopped inspecting my injuries and got out of the restroom with just my white towel on and my phone in my hand.

Soon we had to leave, so I got dressed and had my bags all packed up and ready to go. Troy was ready too and we checked out of Caesar's Palace, I was sad to go so soon...I didn't get to enjoy anything but this beautiful room.

Before I knew it, Troy and I were already on the first plane back to London.

All I was thinking about was Harry and how I had to go straight to training once I came through that door in the penthouse.

All those hours in that plane were dreadful, so I had fallen asleep, again catching up on it, I was very exhausted and I just wanted a break.

Once all of those hours were up, we were landing in London, going back to what was left of my boxing career. By now Troy and I headed to the parking lot to retrieve his car so that he could take me to my penthouse. He told me to change once I got there and he will be waiting for me so that we could go to train at my private gym. I did just that, making myself a heavily loaded protein shake since I I had to work on bumping up my weight to 170.

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