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(Part 6) Gigantic Heart Eyes

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for not usually updating this fic. I'm more active in ao3 so if you're interested in this fic, visit me there, more chapters are posted and it's much easy to update. Thanks.

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Harry has heard many people saying nasty things about him, which he ignores because he knows there is some truth behind it but today he's not in the mood to take people's shit because it's Friday and if it isn't clear enough, tomorrow is Saturday. Harry feels like it's taunting him, riling him up even more that he's having a hard time controlling his emotions. He lost count on the amount of people he had snapped from just this day alone so he's trying so hard to avoid Louis because he's not entirely sure he could stop himself from snapping at him.

Harry might hate everything right now but he couldn't make himself be mad at Louis even if he's half or probably the whole reason why he's in a pissy mood. He's not to be blamed if he spends more hours inside the gym where his boxing classes are held. A lot of the other boxers aren't happy because Harry was hogging the whole place and the other coaches were worried that Harry would snap so they keep a close eye on him all the time.

After school, Harry goes straight to the gym and punches as many punching bags as he can, he also had to pay from the one's he'd damage but it was all worth it. Harry thinks it's better than throwing all this anger to a person with the name Mathew right?

"Hey Styles, go easy on the bag please, I just bought those last week." Paul, the owner of the gym and Harry's personal coach grumbled from where he was returning the used boxing gloves on the shelf.

Everyone has already left and Paul was supposed to be closing the gym because there was an upcoming match tomorrow and he had to get up early tomorrow so he can get everything ready but Harry was making it difficult for him to have an early night.

"Sorry Paul." Harry muttered as he threw another punch at the bag, wincing when it started tearing a little.

Paul was going to skin Harry if he finds out that he was a few punches away from ruining another equipment so he stopped and removed the white bandages that was wrapped around his hand and fist. His whole hand felt numbed and almost turning into an ugly color of black and blue, blood stains smeared on his knuckles.

"Damn it Harry, what the hell are you trying to do?" Paul curses when he saw the state of Harry's hands.

"I'm fine." Harry shrugged his concerns off.

Harry was already a regular in the gym and Paul knew him well and he couldn't care less about his attitude so he took the first aid kit on his table and pulled Harry to a chair, he resisted at first but settled down when Paul threatens to knock him out if he continues to be a pain the ass.

They were silent for the first couple of minutes, Harry ignoring Paul as he clean the cuts on his knuckles with antiseptic and wrapping another round of clean bandages over it.

"So would you prefer destroying everything that I own or talk about it?" Paul asks.

"The first one sounds really tempting Paul." Harry answers back at him.

He received a smack on the head for that retort.

"Stop being an asshole Harry, don't be so surprise but I may look lethal to everyone and can knock all your teeth off but I care for you the same way as a father to a son would. Lord knows I've spent four years trying to stop you from killing people and ending up in jail."

Harry let out an annoyed huff but felt a little bit glad to know that he had Paul amongst other people; he wouldn't know what to do if he didn't have the man. He really is like a father he never had.