the fighter // harry styles (au) *ON HOLD*

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CHAPTER TWO:

1 YEAR AGO, OCTOBER

The blank white document stared, taunting me with its black cursor. It blinked repeatedly and slower by the second. It bothered me. I wanted so badly to write something..

But what?

It had been exactly two hours and twenty three minutes since I had seated myself at my desk, and I still hadn't thought of anything to write about. How had I let time go by so fast? Maybe it was those lame yet quite amusing computer games, like Boneless Girl. Imagine there really was a boneless girl? There would be such a strange inability to stand, walk, eat, and do any other basic everyday activities.

How would one live?

"Well, Holland, how would you live if you don't start this paper?" I mumbled to myself.

I sighed deeply, feeling even more hopeless than I was an hour ago. My attention moved away from the computer and to the view outside my bedroom window.

The sun had set and the stars were slowly becoming visible out in the sky. They twinkled brighter the longer you stared, almost like they were winking at you. It was beautiful, indeed.

Perhaps I could write about the stars. I'll discuss their beauty and appearance in the suburbs, then comparing it to how they're seen in the city. Though technically they weren't visible because of light pollution.

But I don't think a scientific article on stars would fit right for a philosophy paper about morality.

I sighed again. There goes another useless idea. My eyes went back to staring at the cursor, drowning myself in the dread and hopelessness within me. I had no idea what I was doing and staring at a blank document wasn't helping. If only there were a meteorite to burst through my computer and be the blast of inspiration I was in need of. But that was incredibly inaccurate and unlikely to happen.

So I sat back and began to think again: What is the unspoken truth on morality?

As if the Greek gods and goddesses from above had heard my cries for help, the front door had swung open and there stood a petite blond, smiling widely like she was in a Colgate commercial. She took another step in and kicked her leg back, slamming the door closed behind her. The slam echoed among the walls and made me jump in my seat.

It was definitely the wake up call I had needed.

"Guess what today is?" She asked me, sitting on the edge of my bed. She set down a black garment bag that was nestled in her arms.

I made a pondering face, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds and looked back at her. "AIDS Awareness day?" I smirked, amused of my offensive joke.

Antheia's eyes narrowed at me and her cheeks turned red. She stayed quiet for a moment, then cleared her throat. "Today's the first football game of the school year," She said, not acknowledging my comment. She crossed her legs, making herself more comfortable and flashed me a smile. "You should totally come."

I groaned, not fond of her last words. "I think I should stay in, Ann.. Besides I have to finish my paper for Ms. Wilson and I haven't even written a single word down."

She clapped her hands together, her eyes widening in hope. Her smile was bigger than it was when she first walked in. "That's perfect! Write it about the game and everyone's behavior. You like to write stories, right? So make it seem like one, yeah?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. She had point. It was better to be surrounded by a rowdy crowd of high school kids than being surrounded by four walls, silence and a blinking cursor tormenting me by the second.