outcasts. | harry styles au

thirty one.

liam and lennon were standing close to the front of the sea of people awaiting for the match to begin. harry kept bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet, his hair out of his face with a head scarf. his expression angry as he watched from the corner of the ring as his opponent stepped in.

seth was older at least thirty something years old, also bigger than harry. he had steely hazel eyes with a nasty scar adorning his cheek.  he was the man who destroyed harry's life. she hoped harry beat the living s.hit out of him.

"he'll be fine, he knows what he's doing." liam tried to  reassure lennon as she watched anxiously. even though his words were meant to calm her down, there was no way she could. not with harry in the ring.

the referee climbed into the ring standing in the middle between the two ready opponents. he looked young and eager.

"who's ready for a fight?" he shouted to the crowd. the crowd cheered in response, lennon was disgusted. did they really know what was at stake if this fight doesn't go in one's, harry's, favor? of course they didn't! all they wanted was to see a fight.

"in this corner weighing in at 179 pounds, age 21, harry styles!" the referee announced motioning toward harry. the crowd cheered as harry took this as an opportunity to sneak a glance at me, before returning to glare at seth.

"and weighing in at 201 pounds, age 37, seth meyers!" the crowd cheered making lennon irritated. were they serious? 

the referee quieted the crowd by raising his hands, " okay, okay." he chuckled "there will be three rounds, whoever gets the other to the floor  and is down for five seconds wins the round. kicking is not allowed." 

seth and harry bounced back and forth on their heels in their corners, ready.

oh boy, was lennon not. 

all the sudden a bell dinged signifying that the round has started. harry was studying seth's moves  keeping his gloves up at the ready. seth slowly advanced toward harry throwing a punch, harry ducking before it landed.

lennon let out a sigh of relief, she knew harry was bound to get hit  at least once but the thought of it or the reality of it very hard for lennon to process. she didn't want harry to get hurt.

he was risking his life, to keep them, her, safe. lennon was sure he also wanted this b.astard to pay for the horrible wrongs he did, but he loved her. he loved her, the words echoing around in her head, a track on repeat.

lennon regretted not saying it, not saying right then and there when she had the chance. because she did love him, a emotion that she didn't associate with often. she felt it for this curly hair boy who wears tie dyes and makes silly jokes.

who makes her laugh constantly, who watches movies with her, and talks to her like an actual person. now she was watching all that on the line as harry stood in the ring .

he threw a punch at seth hitting him right in the chest sending him to stumble, but seth retaliated with and uppercut. harry barely recongnized it punching seth's shoulder.

"come on, harry." she heard liam mutter under his breath. she glanced at him. what was he talking about. liam noticed her confusion, nodding toward the ring "he's got to find seth's weak spot."  lennon nodded watching  as harry searched for it.

lennon winced when harry was hit pretty hard in his chest but it didn't seem to phase him. that had to hurt. 

"what's harry's weak spot?" she asked liam curious. 

liam looked at her like it was obvious, " you." 

lennon looked at him in surprised, her? he had to be wrong. she continued to watch as harry found seth's weak spot. harry smirked hitting it repeatedly, before catching seth off guard by punching him hard enough to land on the ground.