Loving you is killing me (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

For the beginning, I wanna apologize to you, my readers. I didn't have much time to update and I thought that nobody likes this fanfic, so I decided to stopped it. But when I came here and saw, that some of you likes me, I wanted to make sure that you'll be happy.

So this chapter is for all my amazing readers, I wouldn't write, if it wasn't for you.

Sima

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I didn't know when did it happen (that I started to care about Styles) but I definitely knew that I care about him more, than I ever cared about any guy before. I was standing between Niall and Zayn, they were chatting about Bayer's power, but I couldn't join the convo. I was hypnotyzing Harry, praying to see him say: I don't wanna fight, wanna go home". But I knew I can't be this naive. "Carly, relax, are you even breathing?" Niall laughed next to me. I looked at him and I realised that I really wasn't breathing. I took a deep breath and smiled at guys. "He'll be alright, he's the best fighter here and some Bayer can't hurt him" Zayn told me and hugged me.

The fight started and Bayer made first move. He punched Harry into face and he fell on the floor. I coudln't breathe, I knew that this is not going right. I wanted to run there, grab his arm and take him to some safe place. I made my first step, but somebody grabbed my hand and pushed me back. I looked at him and I saw Niall's face. "No, you're not going there Carly. He's big boy and you're really not the one to safe him. Understand?"  he didn't look like there something to talk about. I looked back to the ring and saw that Harry was back on his feet now stepping forward, punching Bayer into the belly. It continued like that for few more minutes, Harry was obviously injured, I saw him breathing badly, but he was still on his feet. Bayer looked also bad, bleeding from his nose and couldn't really walk as Harry probably broke his leg. Bayer made last desparate punch to the air, but Harry knew what his intentions are, so he made a step back. That caused, that Bayer fell on his face, unable to stand up again. Harry kicked him once more to be sure, he's not gonna fight him again.

Then the referee grabbed Harry's hand and shouted: "The winner of this street fight is... Harry Styles!!!!" Harry smiled briefly,  I saw he's in great pain. Though he was looking for something. He was looking through the crowd. His eyes stopped at me and his posture had obviously relaxed. I didn't even noticed that he was in some huge tention.

Everyone went their own way, just few 'crazy fans' stood there and were waited for some fighters to came out of the tent. Me, Niall and Zayn were chatting loudly, we were laughing, all obviously happy that Harry is still alive. I apologized to the boys and almost run to the fighter's tent. The smell was really horrible, but in that moment I didn't really care. I was looking around the tent, but couldn't find Harry. Suddenly, somebody grabbed me from behind and that caused that I yelled and turn to my enemy. Though it was not an enemy, it was Harry. He laughed (well, I guess it was laugh 'cause right after he made hurted face). "I didn't mean to scare you, well maybe yes, but not that much. How are you? Everything's ok?" he asked me.

I couldn't hepled but laughed. "You were in the ring few minutes ago, you're injured and you're asking ME, if I'm ok? Are you serious Harry?" I said and continued: "I'm not really ok, because you were fighting with some bloody bastard, who could've killed you and you're standing here, breathing badly as you probably got broken ribs and you're not on your way to some doctor. Damn Harry, are you planning to fight again? Are you crazy to do such a stuff? It's just not safe, you just can go there and get hurt, it's also hurting me in some crazy way I don't really understand. I...I just... don't do that..." and before I could continue yelling at him, he grabbed my face and kissed me. It was the passionate kiss you can never forget. He was holding my face with one hand and with the other one, he was scrubbing me back. I put my fingers into his hair and kissed him back.