The Street Fighter. (Harry S. Fanfiction)

Chapter 2.

A/N 

This chapter is dedicated to Hellesum, thank you so much for the sweet comment!! Xx

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I pushed my gym bag up higher onto my shoulder and slid through the large blue doors of the gym. People were moving though out the large lobby making bets and waiting for the fight to begin. Then I did what I do every fight, I found somebody to bet with. In this case it was a large middle aged man with a gut that hung out and over his pair of old torn jeans.

"Two thousand on the new guy." He stated his offer.

I nodded, "alright, you sure about that?" This bet was a bit more than normal, but I'm pretty confident today.

The man laughed and nodded, "you're pretty confident in yourself aren't you Harry?" He asked.

I didn't bother asking him how he knew my name; most people who regularly watched street fighting knew who I was. Like I said before..I was one of the best.

"And you're pretty foolish with your money, yeah?" I shot back.

The guy let out a chuckle, thinking I was just teasing him. But I truly did think he was foolish with his money, anyone who bet against me was. This is what I did, I would find some poor fellow and bet on myself. I've almost never lost one.

He patted my back lightly, "I'll see you after the fight, break a leg, literally." The fool muttered the last part.

I smirked and didn't bother wasting anymore of my precious time with this joke of a man.

I didn't need to push my way through the crowd since everyone here seemed to know who I was and quickly moved out of my path before I got the chance to bark at any of them. I walked into the empty change room and stripped out of my grey sweats and t-shirt replacing them with a pair of loose workout shorts. I stuffed my bag and clothing into a empty locker then grabbed my water bottle and walked out into the ring room.A few men were scattered around the room, unfolding chairs and lining them up around the ring.

The crowd from the lobby was slowly starting to make its way into the room, I spotted Dave over on the other side of the ring with a tall brunette. His arms were crossed and eyebrows raised I could tell in an instant that he was pissed. I smirked, who ever was able to piss Dave off on a fight night , not including myself, deserved a drink.

I made my way over to him, ignoring the lustful stares that girls were shooting at me and my naked torso. 

"You honestly are not putting a time limit on this?! You're insane!" The brunette that was facing Dave insulted throwing up her arms.

"Listen little girl, you don't like the way we do things here? Then you can get the hell out!" 

I snorted, "Who's the chick?" 

The brunette's eyes peaked up at me from under her thick bangs, "Who the hell are you?" She spat.

"Oh great, you're actually on time." Dave muttered.

"I'm Harry, and you are?" I asked the girl, ignoring Dave's comment.

"You mean Harry Styles the fighter?" She asked.

I smirked, "You a fan?"

She rolled her eyes, "no, but maybe you can talk some sense into this man! He is refusing to put a time limit on this fight!" 

"I actually prefer no time limit, it makes the fight a bit more eventful, ya know?"

Her eyes grew a bit wider, "you have got to be kidding me! What is wrong with you people and your twisted brains?!"