There was once last punch to the man before he fell down, laying unconscious. The massive crowd screamed in triumphant as the announcer called knockout, declaring the winner. Screams of anger and praise were shouted, the room was full of shouts and yells, it was maddening, but I loved it.
"Zayn, how does it feel to be the world wide champion?" he yelled through the microphone, smiling at the camera.
"It feels amazing!" Zayn laughed, a huge smile growing on his face. His voice was almost drowned out by all the screams, even with a microphone louder than you could imagine, it was hard to hear him.
"Go Zayn!" I scream, using all the breath I had in me to push the praise out of me. My best freind Harry screamed along with me as we pumped our fists in the air.
"Is there anything you want to say?" the man asked him again, pointing the microphone at him. ribbons were flying everywhere, and lights were pointed in every direction.
"I just want to say that it was an amazing match, I'm so lucky to be here today, and I want to thank my girlfriend, Kiley for being there for me," I smiled when he mentioned my name, and although I knew he couldn't see me, I blew him a kiss.
"You're weird!" Harry yelled in my ear, laughing.
"Shut up you douche!" I yelled back, punching him in the arm.
"Oh, feisty!" I rolled my eyes watching Zayn and his opponent shake hands after the man who was knocked out recovered, smiling at each other.
"I always thought it was weird how they shake hands after the winner just knocked him out," Harry once again said in my ear.
"I know, but I just go along with it," I laughed, continuing to cheer. I felt so happy in this moment, like nothing could ever change this, I had my Friends with me, my boyfriend was just announced the world champion of boxing, everything was perfect.
All of a sudden an ache started to grow in my chest, and my cheering halted to a stop, I hunched over in pain as I pressed my hands against my sternum, feeling that would be the only think to cure the pain. It felt like a fat man was stepping onto my chest with a stiletto.
"Shit," I said under my breathe, sitting back down onto the chair. I was coughing and gasping for air like a fish out of water. It was like my lungs wouldn't take oxygen.
"Kiley?" Harry sat down beside me and held my wrists watching me as my eyes were shut tightly, gasping for air.
"Kiley! What's wrong?" he pressed, he had no idea what was going on, and he had no idea what to do.
"I-" I gasped again, finally getting oxygen into my lungs, "I'm fine," I continued to breathe slowly, Harry and the others began to ask me questions, and people were staring. The oxygen began to fill my lungs once again, and I could feel the cool air entering my lungs.
"No your not, hold on let me get someone-"
"Stop," he started to walk away, not being able to hear me over the constant cheers. I grabbed his wrist while I could and yanked him back to me, shaking my head.
"I'm Fine," my voice was stern and demanding, well as Stern and demanding as I could muster. I continued to sit, grasping the armrests of the seats for dear life. My heart was still racing, and my breaths were still shallow, but I was getting oxygen.
This isn't the first time it's happened, in fact this has been happening quite often. Sometimes it will last longer, I'll be gasping for air for minutes before I can breathe again. I was getting scared as to why this was happening. I'm probably just getting a chest cold though.
