Found (Harry Styles) #Wattys2017

Chapter 4

Songs:

Help!: The Beatles

Best Fake Smile: James Bay

Ro's POV

I laid flat on the sticky mat, unable to move. Ethan and I had just finished training and I was beat, literally. I was distracted by my thoughts of, Harry when he took advantage and flipped me over. I was so distracted, I didn't even realize what had happened until I was mid air, about to collide with the matted ground. He hadn't been able to do that for five years now. I seriously needed to stop thinking about, Harry, no matter how much he pissed me off, it wasn't worth getting the wind knocked out of me.

"Come on little sister," he crouched down beside me. "You're fighting with anger, you have to clear your mind." He stood up, extending his hand to help me up. I waited for a few more second before I took his hand, my body again flying, in the opposite direction this time until I was up right on both feet.

"I think we're done for today, we've been at it for two and a half hours," I complained, walking off the mats to take a drink from my water bottle, only to be reminded at how distracted I was during the entire session. "Besides, if you hit me with one of those sticks one more time, I'm pretty sure it counts as child abuse," I groaned, inspecting the welts on my side and and arm caused by the Kali sticks we had used earlier. That was going to bruise up pretty badly.

"You're nearly twenty years old, it doesn't count as child abuse anymore," he pointed out, throwing me a towel, which I nearly missed.

I nodded in agreement. "Animal cruelty than?" I suggested with a shrug.

He burst out in laughter, shaking his head. It was nice to see him laugh, he was always so serious now that he was in charge. It was annoying really, especially when he was the one who practically wrote the book on pulling pranks and breaking the rules. Following the rules did not suit him well.

I wasted no time in running out of the gym once he gave me the okay to end our session. Had I stayed even a fraction of a second longer, he wouldn't have hesitated to start another session. He was always talking about my need to be prepared for any situation that ever presented itself, which was ridiculous since I was never able to leave this damned school, there was no point. The only time outside our sessions that I ever used these "useful" skills was when, Ron would spar with me. Other than that, knowing how to fight and defend myself was pretty much useless, well I suppose I now had, Harry to apply said skills to.

I swear that boy was infuriating. In the short five days that I have known him, he had already become the most annoying person I had ever met in my entire life. That included my little brothers, who previously held the titles. What pissed me off was the fact that he pretended to be nice.

It was quite clear that he didn't like me, for what reason was beyond me. But, that was a fact. Yet, he still tried to carry out conversations and try to be polite, which I knew, it was just a front. I tried a few times to get, Mason and Becky to switch my partners, but they wouldn't budge. They tried to tell me I was old enough to handle these sort of situations, which sounded a little rehearsed if you ask me. Of course I was old enough, that didn't mean they had to be jerks about it.

I heard my name being shouted from behind me, but before I could register who it was that was calling me, I felt my entire body go numb. It wasn't the after effects from the rough training session I had just gone through with Ethan, I had felt that before and this was not it. This felt like my legs were cemented to the ground, unable and unwilling to move, my arms dangling, useless at my side. My brain felt like someone had reached into my skull and was squeezing my brain the their hands. My body began to rock in every which direction, surely trying to find which way would be best to fall in until finally deciding on falling backwards.