To Keep Her Safe (Liam Payne) UNDER MAJOR RECONSTRUCTION

Chapter Seventeen

Hey guys!

Here's the next chapter :):):)

I llike have this dance on Saturday at my school and I'm rrreeeaallyyy excited!! Umm I just like really wish that the hot guy in my p.e class would ask me, but ahhahahahahaha no.

He's super popular.I'm basically the opposite of that.

LOL

That last chapter tho???

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SWAG

okay

I'm done.

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Chapter Seventeen

Harry's Point of View

"Alright, that's enough." I say.

The kid I was training, wipes the sweat from his brow and gives me a glare. He probably wants me to keep him at the bag, just long enough for the young girl on the treadmill to stop what she's doing and stare at his scrawny arms.

I roll my eyes.

"She hasn't noticed you before, what makes you think today wil be any different?" I mutter. Obviously I need to work on my whispering skills because he shoots a glare my way before huffing off in the direction of the showers.

Oops.

Working at the gym has its perks.

Free childcare? A plus.

Seeing hot girls every tme I'm in? Definitely a plus.

Trying to train annoying prepubescent boys? Definintely not.

"Styles!" I hear someone call.

It's my boss.

Oh shit.

I hope that brat didn't rat me out because of my small comment.

"What's up John?" I say to the fat older man. How he's the owner of the gym is beyond me. Rumor has it that his uncle was a legendary fighter who once ruled the filthy streets of London's underground. When he died, this space was given to John to use as a training center.

"Got someone new for you, Styles." He says.

I raise an eyebrow. "I thought I told you that I wasn't really to fond of you putting kids on my workload."

He chuckles,"I think you'll get a kick out of this one. Says he knows you?"

"Ha. I doubt that."

"Well, any who. He requested ya. Said you were one of the best fighters he's ever seen. Says he only trains with the best."

"W-what?.." I furrow my eyebrows.

"Is there something you're not telling me, Styles? Never knew you were a fighter..." He mumbles.

"What's this guys name?"

"UH--" He pulls a crinkled paper from his trouser pocket and unfolds it. "It is...um. Payne, Liam Payne."

If I had water in my mouth I'm sure it would be projected all over John's neatly pressed shirt and suspended bottoms. I walk over to where John's standing and peer over the paper.

Sure enough, 'Liam Payne' is written underneath the other list of people I train. ( Including Bratty McDouchey-Pants )

I thought I'd never hear that name again.

What the hell is going on.

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I'm cleaning down the punching bag near my station when He comes.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. "John I already told you hell no--"

"The names not John, mate."

I look up.

"Payno!" I exclaim. "Never thought I'd see you 'round here."

"Guess I could say the same for you."

"Oh, but there's always been things you didn't know about me."

He laughs, and I begin to as well. Although it's been years since I've seen my old friend, right now, it feels as if no time has passed at all.

"What're you doing, training? Someone as skilled as you could be out there whipping ass. You could've gone pro Harry. Still can."

I rub the back of my neck and sigh. "But you know I can't do that."

"You'd be making a hell of alot more money then..."

"If something were to happen to me Liam--"

"I know, I know. Blah blah 'I got a baby' this, blah blah 'Can't just leave the mother to care for her' that. I got it, I got it."

I roll my eyes at him. "What brings you into town?"

"Eh..nothing much.." He says, looking away from me.

"Business as usual?"

"Ha. Yep, you got it." He says with a smile. "We gonna get started then?"

I nod.

Let the training begin.

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I wipe the sweat form my brow.

Liam sure has learned to pack a punch since I've last seen him.

Of course that was ages ago.

"I uh..think that's enough. For uh..today." I say

"Y-yeah I agree." He says. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't having a bit of trouble catching his breath.

"Well, I gotta clean up here so.."I trail off.

"Alright, Mate. Guess I'll be seeing you."

I watch as Liam picks up his water and towel, wiping his face with it. He waves to me before heading in the direction of the men's locker room.

I hop onto the ring and begin to clean its floor.

I hear two people in the middle of a conversation. I realize it's John and Liam.

"So, what's it like training with my uh.. champ..yeah. My champ, Harry ?" John asks.

As if he senses me listening in on their conversation, Liam turns to look over his shoulder.

"The best."

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