Revenge (Punk Niall Horan)

Chapter 30

COMMENT AND VOTE BECAUSE EVERYONE LOVES BOXING

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Niall's point of view

"That won't happen."

I think I'm lying. I shouldn't be though. There should be no reason for me to lie. There should be no feelings and the more I tell myself this maybe the faster my brain will catch up to it. I have to start thinking of this more as a job. There is one goal, revenge, and I'll do whatever I need to to get to my goal.

"If you say so," Marcel shrugged. "It's your plan, I'm just trying to think of the possible outcomes."

"Well it's not a possible outcome so drop it," I snapped.

Marcel just looked straight ahead and inspected the building in front of us. I was beginning to notice that he was becoming much more used to my behavior. He's less phased when I snap at him and he doesn't flinch when I swear anymore. I'm not sure why I invited him here tonight. I guess I'm just sick of going places on my own. I think we're friends.

"So what's an underground boxing match like?" Marcel asked as we made our way through the doors. You could begin to hear the commotion down the stairs that was being caused by the anticipation of the match. 

"Well you're about to see," I said as we clobbered down the dirty old stairs. 

When we made it to the basement you could see the small square ring sitting in the middle of the large concrete room. There were ratty old bleachers on either side and it almost resembled a gymnasium. Men cheered in the stands as they held beers up and punched nothing. Girls walked around hopelessly trying to look scared so their boyfriends would hold them closer. I wonder what Bailey would do if I brought her here.

Marcel looked around the room, eyes wide. He resembled some what of a lost puppy with his ginormous glasses on. 

I yanked roughly at his upper arm, "Common we have to get seats."

I pulled him over to the right side of the bleacher and walked all the way over to the back.

The last time I was at an under ground match was back at my old home in the city. I was caught for being underage and unsupervised. Even though I'm noticeably bigger now, the both of us are still underage and I would rather not want to be caught by whoever was running this thing.

We quickly climb up to the top of the bleacher and sat in the far corner were no one could see us. Terrible seats but still good enough to see what was going on.

A girl wearing a significant lack of clothing walked across the ring holding a sign indicating that there was only five minutes until the match began. Wolf whistles filled the room and the girl smirked. Damn right I whistled.

"Who's fighting?" Marcel asked loud enough so I could hear him.

"I'm not sure. This guy I know just told me that the fighters are good and I should see it. I haven't been to a match in a while," I answered. 

"Why did you bring me?" Marcel looked at me questioningly.

"I don't know, I thought you might need to let lose. Live a little. See a girl strut across a boxing ring in her bra every once in a while."

Marcel laughed slightly and shook his head at my statement.

"And, you know, we're friends. I need to show you these things. Introduce you to the finer things in life. Starting with girls in their bras. You're welcome." I laughed hitting him on the back.