Deranged

Deranged Chp.24

Harry's POV

      What the hell? Why was she here?! Especially dressed like that! She had every guy checking her out, completely dropping everything they'd been doing. One dirty glance and I had them all refocused on what they were doing. Lets just say I was known as the guy you didn't wanna mess with here. "Hello?!!" Sky questioned, waving her palm in front of me. "Sorry. Sky why are you here?"
"I'm gonna help you."
A man nearby us let out a silent chuckle, but my dirty glance snapped him away. "You shouldn't be here baby."
"I'm not a little girl! You can't control me!" she hissed. She had a point... I have no control over her stupid actions. "Still I don't see how y-" Sky glanced at me, slamming the water bottle she'd bright along with her against my chest for me to hold. "Save your breath Styles!" she demanded, pushing me aside to watch her. She grabbed the tape I had used to tape my hands and mimicked my hand wrap. She removed her shoes before walking onto the mat to face the punching bag. I could hear hear inhale as she clenched her fist, surprisingly in the correct form. She wound up and laid a deep fist into the side. The sound had everyone looking once again. Her strength never seemed to weaken as she continually beat the living hell out of the bag. "Slow down there tiger!" I yelled, grabbing her shoulder. Beads of sweats were beginning to form on her forehead and on her back. "C'mon Harry I was on a role!" she begged. I rolled my eyes and pulled her aside, giving me room to show my strength now. Before I could bury my fist into the bag, I was stopped by Sky's words, "No more punching Harry. C'mon." she urged, gesturing me to catch up with her fast pace. She tugged me to the weights where she shoved me into chair. "Sky stop!" I hollered, clearly drawing unwanted attention to us. "Stop what?"
"Acting like this! All demanding and stuff! I want you as a girlfriend not a coach."
Sky turned away, her cheeks becoming tinted with a coral color. "I'm sorry Harry... I just don't wanna see you get hurt this weekend. This guy your fighting isn't any normal guy, he's dangerous."
"How'd you know about him? Or about this weekend?"
"I've been in contact with Tim for the past week now..."
Sky's POV
   I cared for Harry, I always have, so when he told me he fought I knew I had to help in any way possible. Obviously I couldn't go into the ring and help him fight (as much as I wanted to), so I figured I could help prepare him, encourage him. The sad truth was, I don't think I can prepare him enough for the man he'll be facing this weekend. "Harry? Can I still come here with you?"
"That'd make my day!" he murmured through his smile. "Don't worry, I won't get in your way." Harry looked at me in a confused way, and kissed my cheek. He whispered something in my ear as I began to pull away, "You're never in my way. And plus I get to see you wear this-" Harry seductively whispered, referring to my revealing outfit. "I swear if one of these guys so much as glances at you!"
"Don't worry Harry, I only care about you!" I reassured him.
       I skipped off to the lone treadmill in the opposite corner to Harry, making a brief stop by Tim's office. "Hey Sky, how've you been?"
"Good! Tim, what can you tell me about this guy?" I needed answers, because my research proved a failure earlier in the week. Tim turned his gaze away from mine, and began twiddling with his thumb and pointer finger, a clear sign of the lies about to pour forth from his mouth. "Nothing to tell, he's-" I interrupted him, with the slamming of my fist onto the hard steel of his desk. "Dammit Tim! Tell me!"
Tim looked at me, his eyes telling me he was unsure of revealing anything. "He's killed someone... It was an accident though! He got mad at his opponent, and no one could stop him... He lost control..."
I left without a word, not even thanking him for the gut-wrenching information he offered. Tim was blinded to the fact that Harry also had experience in that field.

       Harry sauntered over to me to sweetly caress my sweaty back. "Ready to go babe?" his tone calm and collected. Beads of sweat were formed on his forehead, as they rolled down from his damp curls. He held his white tee shirt in his hand, exposing his toned, inked chest. A nod of my head and we were on our way outside. Harry slipped the shirt back over his head, moaning a little at the soreness caused from his brutal exercises. Instead of making the same turn down the same street which led to Harry's flat, he turned down an unfamiliar road. His car pulled us up to the curb of a tiny ice cream parlor just outside of town. "I don't think ice cream is a very wise choice Mr. Styles!" I stated in a matter-o-fact kind of tone. "C'mon please Sky?? Just ONE scoop!" he begged. I couldn't stop laughing! He sounded like a 4 year old boy, begging to have his way. "Oh alright!" I uttered in a very annoyed tone. His face immediately brightened from a sad, defeated boy to an excited, joyous boy. "One chocolate cone please and a vanilla for my lady please!" Harry instructed the woman behind the counter. "You sound like you're from the 80's Harry!" I added with a slight giggle. He smirked at me, handing me my frozen treat. We sat outside on and old bench that looked like it'd been here forever. Harry basically inhaled the ice cream within 5 minutes, while I struggled to reach the cone. "Let's go, it'll be years before you finish!" Harry smarted. My finger dipped into the cold cream, and placed a glob on Harry's nose, "Ok, let's go!" I agreed, laughing at my childish joke. "HEY!" Harry stammered. "Wow late enough reaction there?" 

       Harry drove me by my house so I could collect a few of my things to take with me back to his house. My mom and I haven't spoken in awhile, so I left her a note explaining that I would be staying at a friends place for awhile. Considering the fact that she was oblivious to my real social life, I knew she'd believe it. I grabbed the tiny bag from my couch and scurried outside, only to find the driveway empty. Harry was gone...