Sorry for any errors. And sorry for the boxing part...I really have no clue when it comes to boxing...Xx. :)
I changed from the outfit that I had worn to school and put on tight dark washed skinny jeans, and an oversized red flannel, with my white converse and a grey beanie.
Sophie picked me up in her car when it was time to head to the gym. I was extremely nervous to see Harry. But he probably won't even see me there. He will be busy anyways. I couldn't lie to myself, I hoped that Harry would not get hurt, but I did want Liam to win, only because I sort of hated Harry right now.
We drove to a fairly large gym. There were many cars already here, only proving that many people wanted to see Harry and Liam fight. I had never seen a fight before, not even on T.V. or anything. I always thought they were fake and a stupid form of entertainment, but I guess in this town people loved them. I really had no idea what to expect.
Sophie and I walked into the gym, and I instantly regretted coming here. The gym was filled with large men, who were accompanied by skinny, blonde girls, with clothing that left little to the imagination. I wanted to turn around, and tell Sophie that this was a bad idea, but I heard my name being called.
"Belle!" I looked to the direction that my name was being called from. Thank God it was Liam, and not Harry. Liam rushed over to us, pushing bodies away from him.
"Hey girls!" Liam smiled, but he was only looking at Sophie, his lovely brown eyes glowing. Oh.
"Liam, this is Sophie." I introduced them and they shook hands. Liam still had not looked over at me. This was cute. Seeing Sophie so out of it.
"Well c'mon girls, you don't have to wait in this line. Follow me!" We followed Liam, and Sophie gave me a look. I giggled as I poked her side. Someone has a crush. I hoped that something would happen between Sophie and Liam. I knew it was way too soon for anything to happen, but they would look so good together.
Liam led us to a room, with a large ring in the middle. I wondered if all those people would be able to fit in here. I also wondered where Harry was, but I pushed the thought into the back of my mind, because I am here to support Liam. I could care less about Harry. You're still thinking about him, my subconscious barked.
"You guys can wait here until the show starts, but I have to go to the locker rooms. I will see you in a bit." He gave me a small smile, but gave Sophie a huge grin. He walked away, and when he was nowhere in sight, I turned to Sophie.
"Well, well, well." I laughed. "Soph, you've got a little bit of drool on your chin." She laughed along with me.
"He was so cute! And nice! Do you think he liked me? Crap, I knew I should have worn something cuter!" She rambled.
"Sophie, relax. You look beautiful. And I think he thought the same, since he couldn't take his eyes off of you." I said and she gasped.
"Really? You think?"
"I know." I reassured her. "I mean, he practically forgot I was here."
We walked towards a table that was placed on one side of the wall, and sat on it, the whole time Sophie talking about how cute Liam was. The room began to fill up with bodies, so I figured the fight would start soon. It was getting extremely loud in here, and there were people passing out alcohol. I wrinkled my nose. These people are barbaric.
Suddenly, the lights turned off, causing the men to holler and stomp their feet. I will admit, the whole scene was a little intimidating. Sophie was cheering along with them, obviously enjoying the whole thing. Loud music began to blast from wherever the speakers were, which caused even more screams from the fans. Finally, the lights turned back on. A man, probably in his 40's, appeared on stage. He began to introduce himself, and started talking about the fight, but you could hardly here him from all the noise the people were making. When I thought it couldn't get any louder, it did. Most of the high pitched screaming coming from the girls, but a lot of the men were yelling too. I moved my eyes to where everyone was looking. Harry began making his way to the ring. He was shirtless, so I was able to see most of his tattoos. Jesus Christ, I didn't think he could be more perfect. His body had to be sculpted by the Gods. His hair was pushed back, and he was wearing black basketball shorts, which hung low on his hips, along with his boxing gloves. I was pulled back from my train of thought when Sophie gently nudged me. I have her a faint smile.
