Deranged

Deranged Chp.26

Sky's POV

             Distance was key the past few days. Being as Harry was preparing to fight someone above his weight class, he needed to only focus on training. His worry got the better of him and he managed to slip from Tim's sight only to leave a heart warming not outside my window, along with a beautiful daisy. Things like that, his small gestures like texts or calls at 2am were what kept me going.  I tried my hardest to wake up with a positive attitude, telling myself Harry would be ok today, but the depressing gray tinted sky gave no support. I slipped into my only means of relief and allowed the steaming water beads to glide down my back in a refreshing, almost reviving, matter. Music played through the speakers of my radio, and I couldn't help but sing as Ed Sheeran began to play...

Her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

    The last line was what always touched me... The worst things in life are free to us, while the best things come at such a greater expense. How is this fair? To those don't have the option or chance to pay that greater expense to know and feel something so much more! It's almost as if I've been given the ticket to become and discover something so much better, but I haven't yet turned in my ticket...

     I followed the directions Tim had given me to the shady building where the illegal fight would take place. The building wasn't as awful as I'd anticipated it to be, which proved as a relief. I pulled out the large square of paper, and proceeded inside. Tim's car gave me the knowledge that Harry was here already. Knowing I wouldn't be able to see him before the fight, I made a quick stop by the ladies room. I nearly choked on my bottled water when Bradley came into view. His smirk was needy and rather spine tingling. The only thing I could think to do was flip him the bird... I but the bird back in the nest when I saw him hand Harry's opponent a towel... He was with Harry's opponent, and that was why he'd shown up... For Harry... all signs and feelings that had urged me to go to the restroom were gone, so I quickly speed walked back to my seat. It wasn't like the rings I used to fight in, only supplying folding chairs for the small crowd to sit in and there wasn't a giant metal cage in the middle. The fights I'd been forced into had tables, so the men could place their bets and we always fought in a normal, open ring. I caught a brief glimpse of Tim, only to be followed by my curly haired boy. He wore a pair of black shorts that nicely matched the ink revealed on his bare chest. His hands were taped durably, as gloves were never his cup of tea. Girls (more like women) gestured to my boyfriend, whispering things I only sought to hear. "Save it barbies, he's mine!" I thought to myself, fighting the smile beginning to fall over my face. At an exact 3 minutes till start time Harry took his spot in his corner. The cage enclosed around them, and I felt myself become increasingly timid. My nervous habit took a full swing, as I began vigorously biting my nails. With the firm sounding of the metal bell, they were off. Harry did what he had been taught and backed away from his opponent. James (I'd come to know was his opponents name by the loud cheers) threw a punch right into Harry's side. Harry closed his eyes as he winced in pain. Pain was no match for Harry though. He quickly retaliated, sending a hard blow right to his angered opponents cheek. The sounds the crowd made didn't seem to help with my already nervous enough self. James quickly regathered himself and bashed his foot deep into Harry's abdomen. Harry fell to the ground, something a fighter never wanted to happen, because it gave a certain power one did not want to give, to his/her opponent. James pounced at the chance, continuing to lay hard jabs into Harry. Harry just lied there helpless, while Tim screamed at him to get up. The sight was almost too much to bear, and I was on the verge of leaving when I saw it... What Harry had been hiding from me on his wrist... New ink covered a chunk of his wrist... It was an anchor, and above it was "I Won't Let You Sink..." written in the most beautiful of cursive's. Only two words were all I could think of... And they were already written on my sign. I flashed the sign high above my head and screamed "I love you Harry!" I was shocked at my sudden burst of words, but I surely didn't regret it. It's hard to obtain something like that for so long... Sure we'd only been dating for about a week and a half, but I knew what I screamed was true, I loved Harry. My broken Harry looked up from the ground... The sign above my head had "I believe!" written on it. Harry smiled at me and winked, looking almost completely refueled at the sound of my voice. Harry placed his hands behind his head and flipped himself up, off the ground. Damn, that was hot! His sudden burst of strength amazed me. My voice screamed as loud as it could as Harry took James down with one quick sweep of the feet. He continued to fist at the defenseless James even as the referee blew his whistle, signalling the end of the match. Harry looked at me and smiled as bugger and wider than ever.He opened his arms for me as I ran into the open invitation. He scooped me off the ground and spun me around, forgetting that he'd just crawled out of the ring, or cage for that matter. Harry quickly put me down and closed his eyes in pain. I held Harry's hand and walked him back to his safe quarters. "Sky?" Harry looked at me as Tim placed an ice pack over his stomach. "Mhm?"
"I love you too..."