Unknown Letters (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 10: Boxing

Harry’s POV

I feel horrible for leaving her back there at my flat all by herself, but it’s for her own good. If she would have came along and saw where I am, she would freak. I may not know her that well, but I just know. She’s so innocent, it makes me able to read her like a book.

I’m a boxer and today I’m going to train for tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m going against Ivan. He’s in a higher weight class than me, and we are enemies. My trainer, Damien, is positive I can beat him quickly, even though he’s a different weight. Damien has been training me very harshly for this fight for about 2 months now.

Lara needs to stay at my flat because I know, if I lose and get hurt, Ivan will try and find someone close to me, and take them away. That’s how he works. He doesn’t know that over the last 5 months, I’ve moved into a new flat, so hopefully if I lose, he won’t find her that quickly. I will win though, I’m sure of it. As long as everything goes as planned, everything will be fine.

I pull into our training place, and grab my bag out of the back. Time to get to work to beat this guy.

Lara’s POV

I need to do some running around today. I need to pick things up for my sisters birthday and all this other crap. But in order to do this, I need a car. Of course Harry has the car, and I can’t get out of his flat. There’s no need in calling him either, because the dipshit left his phone here. Like really? You give me your number and left your dumbass phone here?

Maybe if I go on his phone I can try and figure out where he is and walk there if it’s not that far away…. Then again if I do this I’m pretty sure Harry will be pissed. Oh well, I have shit to do.

I slide his lock screen, and his iPhone opens up. Thank god there’s no password. I open his iMessage and see a bunch of different peoples names. Of course I know Zayn, Louis, Niall and all of them. But who’s Damien?

I decide to text this Damien dude..

Me: “Hi…This is Harry’s friend…He left his phone and I don’t know where he went. Do you by any chance know?”

Damien: “Who is this?”

Me: “Harry Styles friend.”

Damien: “Well whoever you are, Harry doesn’t need any distraction right now.”

Me:“What the hell do you mean?”

Damien: “He’s busy.”

Me: “Doing what?”

Damien: “Boxing.”

Me: “Okay…?”

What in gods name is Harry doing boxing? There’s only one boxing place I know in this town. And that is ‘Hunters Boxing Club’. I guess that’s where I’m headed.

I grab the money, put Harry’s phone in my back pocket, and head outside. When I look to my right, I spot a bike out by the garage. I guess that’s a hint to just take the bicycle to the boxing place. Why does all of this have to be so difficult? God, I haven’t even known Harry for a month.

I bicycle down the street turning all different ways trying to find Main Street. When I find Main Street, I know exactly where Hunter Boxing Club is. I know where it is because my ex, Ivan, used to box and compete in tournaments. He would literally force me to go. He used to abuse me. The police once got involved and that was the end of Ivan and I. This lasted about 6 months. He’s a shit head.

I find Hunters Boxing Club, and put the bicycle up against the side of the building. I walk into the familiar building with the scent of sweaty bodies, and some drops of blood on the floor, or walls. Why is Harry here? Why is he boxing? I hope he’s not like Ivan…This is actually really scaring me.  

A muscular man approaches me as I wonder down the hall about to turn left, into the training rooms, where I’m assuming Harry would be..

“Hello sexy, what are you doing here? Are you lost?” He looks me up and down. Calm down man, I’m not a piece of meat. Well…human meat I am…still.. Okay back to reality.

“Do you know where Harry is?” I ask as politely as possible.

“Styles?”

“Yes Styles, how many other Harry’s do you know?”

“Pretty many actually. Why do you need him? Are you hooking up?”

“No we aren’t. Just where is he.”

“I can—“ He’s cut off by someone yelling my name. I turn to my left and see a furious Harry making his way towards us. He actually looks pretty hot all sweaty with his hair sticking to his forehead. No Lara. No. Don’t think about Harry like that. He’s just some asshole who is going to use you and shit.

“Lara…” He says my name very sternly. His voice is deep. He reaches my side and wraps his arm around my waist. He stares at me until this man, I do not know the name of, clear his throat.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey guys. Sorry it's not a lot. But I will definiately update tomorrow night. I would later tonight but I'm going to a friends. 

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