Harry's pov:
I pick myself up off the bed and rub my head.
"what the fuck happened last night?" I ask myself.
I then walk to the bathroom taking a look at myself in the mirror.
I turn the tap on for a bath and then strip to nothing.
I slip my hungover achey body into the bath, placing a wet rag over my face and close my eyes, trying to remember what happened last night.
I rise the suds off my body and step out, dries my body in the bathroom and then tosses the towel into the basket not bothering wrapping it around me.
"Hmm what shall I wear today?" I say looking through the wide selection of clothes I had in my closet.
I look at my clock and realise it's 10:30am.
"CRAP" I say out loud throwing on some joggers and a shirt, I grab my white converse from the door and slip my feet in quickly tying the laces.
I run down the stairs skipping a few steps and through to the kitchen, taking a slice of toast that Gemma had just made and then laughs in a friendly way.
" mum I gotta head to the gym I'll see
You later!" I call to her.
"Wait wait Harry! Take Niall too!" She says rushing into the kitchen pecking my cheek.
Niall steps out from behind the counter all dressed in a shirt and Jeans.
I smile and rush out the door but not to fast so I hear Niall coming behind me.
"Ready for boxing then Man?" I say.
"What? B-boxing?" He says in shock.
"Yeah bro boxing" I say winking and laughing.
I pull out of the drive and drive down to the gym.
"Come on" I laugh.
Niall steps out of the car scared of what's ahead.
We walk into the gym hall I drop my bag down at the door and pace around.
"Frankie? Frankie? I'm here!"
"Styles! Glad you finally decided to turn up! Your late. " he says.
"It was a rough night, I had to take Niall out to show him around" I smile.
"Ahh I see" Frankie looks over at Niall and winks at him.
Niall smiles back blushing a little.
"Well then let's show Niall what your made of" Frankie says.
He puts two pads on and I take my shirt off, hitting the pads hard as I can focusing on my elbows and how I jabbed at it.
"Now Harry, the only person I could find at short notice to come in and fight as a practise run in the ring, I ask Dan in" Frankie explains.
"Oh okay cool" I say, then I start to gulp down my bottle of water and then starts to punch the air.
Nialls PoV:
Dan walks out ready.
"I really don't like this" I shout but nobody hears me.
I get up and run for the exit.
"Niall wait!!" Harry calls but I don't look back.
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FanfictionHarry styles is a average 18 year old boy from a small town, who likes to do boxing, An innocent 19 year old boy from Ireland called Niall, soon moves into Harry's house as a foreign exchange student for a year, and they start to experience feelings...
