Bad Blood {n.h}

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Niall's POV 

*Three months later* 

I pulled off the street and down the alley where my next fight will soon be taking place in about..uh..ten minutes. 

I parked where I always park before a match, gathering my bag from the passenger seat. I jumped out of my car and found Tyler within the already forming crowd. 

"I need total focus for this fight, Niall. This is the biggest one yet, I mean money wise. Don't make me regret asking you to do this fight and not your brother." Tyler warned, his eyes dark. 

Shit. For the past three months it haven't been able to stay focused. Thoughts of the raven-headed-blue-eyes girl I'm in love with has a hundred precent taken over my mind. 

I've never seen Tyler so serious over a fight and damn am I screwed. 

Okay, Niall. You can do this. You've never lost a match, so why lose one now?

'Cause your mind is elsewhere. Don't forget about that girlfriend of yours. 

"Horan! Are you even listening to me!" Tyler shouted, smacking my face. 

To be honest, no. 

"Yeah, I am." I lied. 

"Then what did I just tell you?" He challenged. 

"Uh..good luck?" 

"Wrong. I was telling you about your opponent. You need to get your mind fucking cleared and get ready to win this. I swear if you fucking lose this for me, Hor-" 

"I won't!" I stopped him from ranting. 

"Yeah you better fucking not." He scoffed, walking away. 

There was a crowd now forming where I would be fighting now in.. T minus three minutes. 

FUCK! 

"Alright, he's here." Tyler came back over to me, taking my bag from my hand and holding out his hand for my shirt I've yet to discard. 

I groaned inwardly and slipped the shirt over my head, handing it over.

"Here up." He commanded. 

I bent down and took off my shoes, finally ready for the fight. 

Okay, Niall. You got this. 

No you don't. 

Great pep talk. 

I jogged in place to warm up before running over to the center of the circle formed. 

"Alright. Let's get this fight starting shall we." Tyler announced with a sly smile on his face as the crowd of people around fell quiet. "Horan versus Garrigan, began on one." 

"3.." 

I'm so screwed, I'm starting to imagine Addison's face on people in the crowd. 

"2.."

Fuck Niall, get it together. 

"1.." 

This is it. 

We walked in a wide, our eyes locking. I lunged towards the opponent and people began to chant. I get him good a few times on the side and he lands good punches to my face and back but suddenly it's like I've forgotten how to fight. 

"I don't like seeing you getting hurt." Addison's voice was ringing in my head and I pictured her disappointed face as I told her I was leaving for a fight. It happened months ago but the image was crystal clear in my head.