Boxer (Larry)

26

The match is about to start. Well, Harry's match. There's been a few others, two of which had unlikely winners. It gives me even more hope for Harry. He can do this. I know he can. Though he hasn't been working on it or practicing much, I've seen him fight. Every bit of my confidence is in Harry. He may not believe he can do this, but I hope that he at least acts confident when he comes out. I hope that he still puts all of his effort into it. That's the only way he will win, because that's really the only way to succeed in anything. Talent and hard work means nothing if you're not really confident in yourself.

Right before Harry goes up, they have to bring people up to clean up some blood. I'm not sure how all the blood got there, as I haven't been paying much attention. When Harry comes up, though, all of my attention is on him. He makes eye contact with me for a second, and I'm sure he's still mad at me when he looks away, not saying anything or smiling or anything like he usually does. I can understand him being angry with me, still. Though it does hurt a bit. Oh well.

Harry wasn't exaggerating. The dude he's up against is huge. His name is Ryan. Anyway, Ryan is probably the biggest guy fighting tonight, easily. I can see why he's lost even less matches than Harry. All he has to do is step on his opponent! He's huge! At this point, even I'm a little worried for Harry. Not too much, though, because I know he can fight really well.

"Holy fuck, dude. Is this even fair?" Zayn looks over at me.

"He's a big dude." I agree.

"Are you worried?" He checks. I shrug.

"A little." I admit. "But Harry can fight. You know that."

Zayn nods.

"Yeah, but so can this guy. He barely ever loses." He reminds me. Thanks, Zayn.

"Neither does Harry." I reply, slightly defensive.

"That's true. This should be interesting." He tells me. I nod. Interesting isn't quite the word I'd use for it, but I don't bother saying so.

Within seconds, the fight starts. And, like I said, Harry's doing good. Zayn keeps switching his gaze between Harry and me, probably weighing my reaction to this.

"He's doing great so far." Zayn tells me. I smile.

"Yeah. I know." I reply. Zayn grins.

There's three fights in each of the matches, and Harry wins the first.

"Told you he could do this. I told him, too, but he doesn't want to listen." I'm proud of him. Now he just has to win one more. He can do it. I believe in him fully.

"Two more. If he wins this next one, they're done. If he loses, the third is the tie breaker." Liam states. "Don't be worried, Louis. You're so tense."

I try to relax when he points out how worried I look. If Harry was bothering to look at me at all, like he usually does, I'm sure I'd be killing what little confidence he's managed to build up. Fortunately and yet unfortunately, he's too upset with me to even bother glancing at me once.

The second fight of the match drags on. It's pretty close, but Harry actually loses it. That leaves the last match; sudden death as Zayn calls it. In extreme cases, it truly could be sudden death.

The third fight starts, and not one person in my group, or anywhere near us, says a single word. We're all completely absorbed in the fight happening before us. I still don't get the terms that are being announced, but that's not what I'm paying attention to.

Instead, my attention is on every hit that happens. Though it's quick, I do my best to keep up. Harry's got a bloody nose, and the huge guy has a busted lip.

After a good ten or so minutes, the huge dude throws a punch. Hard. I don't know exactly what happens after that, because it doesn't register for a minute that Harry is totally blacked out.