Antisocial [h.s]

[five]

-liam-

"She sleeps a lot," Perrie noted, stealing a slice of pizza. "Why is that?"

"She likes it, who doesn't?" I asked rhetorically, trying not to dwell on Blake much since she's private.

"But whenever I come into this room now she's passed out," Her eyebrows were scrunched together as she chewed so I shrugged.

"She's not a day person," I replied and instinctively tucked Blake in a bit more, she passed out on me not long ago and I could just tell she was done for the night.

My thumb stroked her pale cheek, did she lose more colour? Is she getting unhealthy again? Should I take her to a doctor soon? She has been sleeping a lot lately.

Her head rested on my stomach comfortably, an arm wrapped around my waist and she looked so peaceful and childlike.

I noticed her face contorting to a frown and not long later tears leaked out of her closed eyes, her grip tightening on my waist. I gently swiped my thumbs under her eyes to wipe away the moisture.

I combed my fingers through her hair and then turned back to my friends.

It's not that I don't care for Blake, but there are other people in the room so she'd kill me for waking her up. She hates waking up around people.

~-~

-blake-

Days continue to pass, some training occurs and next thing I knew it's the day of the fight.

I stepped out of my last class and made my way across campus, trying to get to my dorm as soon as possible.

I felt my phone vibrating in my backpocket, I cautiously pulled my mobile out and answered the call without checking the ID. "Hello?"

"Hey, I'm going out to a party tonight, I was just wondering what you were doing," Liam spoke and I felt my heart begin to race slightly.

"I'm gonna check out a library, get a pizza after and then read or watch Disney movies," I replied falsely.

"Okay, I was just making sure you had something to do," I could picture him smiling his usual, friendly way and it made my lips curve up as well.

"Okay, bye Liam, love you."

"Love you too."

We ended the call and I let out a breath of relief, arriving at the dorms.

~-~

"Shit," I whispered, seeing myself in the mirror, exposed, skin showing and basically bare with the sports bra and shorts being the only covering.

The scars on my chest were obvious and I sighed, running my index along the most recent.

My stomach felt knotted as I began to have second thoughts of this fight, I don't have a clue how many people will be out there, who knows how many people will see me and watch me and be disgusted by the lines going down my chest.

I took a deep breath and secured my gloves as a knock sounded at the change room door before Felix stuck his head in, grin large. "It's time."

His smile falters when they land on the marks above my sports bra. I turned around and grabbed my-Liam's- black zip up sweater, pulling it on but not zipping up. "Okay."

I was lucky he didn't question anything. I walked barefoot over to him and he lead me out of the change room. There were people cheering and hollering as the speaker announced me.

"Our second opponent, weighing in at a small but strong 94 pounds, Blake Cullen!"

I walked past the crowd and climbed into the ring, seeing a girl probably a couple years older, appearing taller. She looked concentrated and I felt anxious, incapable of meeting her gaze.

The ref babbled on and I tossed my sweater to Felix who stood behind the ropes.

I blocked out the yelling and commotion, putting my mouth guard in. Next thing I know we are knocking on each other's gloves, the bell rings and I make the first punch.

She's just human and so are you, you shouldn't be afraid all the time, come on, you can fight your anxiety. You're capable of more than you think when you're not busy hiding away.

My determination took control and I lost myself, my actions no longer being directed by mind. I dodged whatever she did and what felt like too soon the bell rang and she was unconscious on the floor.

I panted as the referee held my arm up in victory. The cheers were deafening and the adrenaline wasn't subsiding and I finally felt good, like maybe I was getting better with my anxieties without my medication.