Knockout (harry styles fanfic)

The girls strong fist, hit me, square in my stomach. I stumbled backward, colliding with the railing of the small boxing ring. My opponent was about 3 times, my size. I hated when this happened: I got into the ring not knowing who I was fighting; and they end up a lot bigger than me. But that's what I get for being stronger than my weight class.
When I came back, to my senses, I smashed my right fist, into the girls face, sending her clattering to the floor. My hand hurt, even through the glove I had on; I could tell that, that punch, didn't just damage her face. 10...9....8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1 I had knocked her out.
"And the fight goes to, our remaining champion, Hailey Smith!" the official, announced, to the crowd of about 50, holding my hand up, into the air. Everyone cheered, except the few in the opposite corner, dragging the girls limp body, away. "We'll have your winnings to you later" he finished, telling me, leading us out of the ring.
As I walked back to my dressing room 'thingy', I ripped off my gloves and threw them back, to my trainer, Sam, who had been behind me, the whole time. Sam wasn't the nicest or most charming person, but he sure was amazing when it came to fighting and I was his first and only 'student'. He would do anything he could to see that I was at the top of the food chain. At the gym, he was the most respected, nothing happened that Sam didn't know about, so I always wondered, what he would be like, away from here, with his friends.
Inside my room, I threw myself across the couch, before, he cautiously inspected my hand.
"Getting bruised, might be fractured" Sam diagnosed, before looking at the massive purple mark on my stomach. He, lightly, touched a few spots, I winced, as he patted it. "That'll be fine, just a bit sore"
"Thank you, 'Dr. Sam'" I joked, spotting a different bag, on the other side of the room,"what's that for?" I curiously asked, pointing at it.
"There's a guy coming in, wants me to watch him fight, maybe train"
"Oh" I sighed, disappointed that I would have to share my trainer, " so you're saying, I might have to share, 'my Sammy', with a total stranger?"
"Yeah, pretty much, and you have to play nice with him, 'till we find out what he's worth... or you're finding yourself a new trainer"
" I just love our little 'pep-talks'!" I giggle
"So do I" he smirked, as a tall curly haired boy walked through the door.
He spots me, strung out across the couch, in a sports bra and shorts and blushes, "sorry".
"Oh don't be; you Harry?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, Sam"
"That's me" he gestures to me,"that's Hailey, I've been training 'this one' for almost 2 years now"
"I watched you fight, it was awesome!"
"Thanks" I say, rolling off the couch, to shake his hand.
Sam breaks in, "I got a deal for you, boy"
"What?"
"You win your fight and I'm taking you both out for a drink"
"That sounds fair"
"You loose, no deal"
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Once in the ring, Harry didn't look that bad. He had his opponent down, in the first 5 minutes. Before I knew it, he had won.
He came out of the ring, drenched in sweat, smiling brightly.
"Looks like someone is takin' us out tonight!" I cheer as soon as he reaches hearing range.
"Yes, he does" Harry chuckles, awkwardly hugging me.
"Where you guys wanna' go?" Sam bitterly says, through his teeth.
"Don't matter to me" I say.
"Fine, were going to where I always go" he says.
"Alright. Sounds good to me" me and Harry agree.