Fight Me Bitch

Chapter 7

                    Harry, just like Louis, wasn’t one to lie to himself. He saw he was losing this fight; and he didnt like it.

                    “HARRY! COME ON! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” he heard Liam’s voice echoing within his head. Harry shook his head and looked at his opponent. The guy was small but he was quick, he should be able to beat this guy but he really didn’t see that happening and it was all the blue eyed assholes fault.

                    Louis.

                    He could truly say that he actually liked Louis, he felt a nice connection. He put up with Louis’ bullshit mood swings and stuff that night and he knew that Louis wanted it, so he gave it to him. The next morning was shit, first he lied cause he couldn’t find where he had put Louis’ clothes then he heard Niall and Louis fighting and realized that Louis didn’t remember anything; and that’s never easy. But then Louis remembered everything, Harry tried to pretend like it didn’t hurt him but it kind of did. He really liked Louis and thought that maybe it could get somewhere.

                    So here Harry was losing a fight against a man he really shouldn’t be losing against over a guy he had a one night stand with.

                    Harry threw a punch and the guy dodged it.

                    Punch. Dodge.

                    “More Harry…”

                    Punch. Dodge.

                    “You’re so perfect…”

                    Punch. Dodge.

                    “Fuck me harder… Harder Harry!”

                    Harry!

                    Harry!

                    “Harry!! GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD IN THE FIGHT!” Harry shook his head and got a direct punch to his ribs. He cringed forward receiving a jab in the face and a kick to his leg.

                    Harry was down, and he really didn’t wanna get back up. The guy, Mark-was that the small man’s name?- got on Harry’s waist and smirked at him. Harry’s hand immediately began slapping the floor.

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                    “What the fuck was that huh!?”

                    “Liam please-“

                    “Liam nothing! Harry you had no control of that match! You tapped out Harry!”

                    “I know-“

                    Liam laughed, “oh I’m fucking sure you know! You’ve never tapped out! You really expect to get anywhere when you can’t win against someone who isn’t even in your weight!”

                    Danielle sighed and continued cleaning up Harry’s cuts. “You know if you lose again, that’s it! This is it for the finals Harry!”

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                    Louis breathed out softly and entered the room with Niall.