Antisocial [h.s]

[fourteen]

I bounced my leg up and down as I waited for my cue. Harry is going to be watching this time, last time I was fine, I didn't know anybody, but Harry makes me nervous and I'm already nervous enough because if I get a marking on my face then Liam will know and I'll be screwed.

Three knocks sounded on the changeroom down and I stood up, tugging the zip-up jumper closer. I walked out and heard the announcer speaking about me. Felix's hand rested on the small of my back as he lead me through the hall and to the ring. I immediately spotted Harry, his height and mop of hair standing out. He smirked at me and gave me a thumbs up which I nodded in response.

I climbed through the ropes and faced the opponent, she looked stronger and more aggressive than me, but I conceal it and people underestimate me and it throws them off. I peeled off my jumper and handed it to Felix. I glanced over at Harry and he winked at me and a smile fell onto my lips. I turned my head and faced the girl, we bumped gloves and then began, my heart pounding radically.

She threw the first punch and I dodged it before smacking her temple. It escalated from there, our punches growing more aggressive till I finally knocked her out three minutes, my leg swung and my foot hit the side of her head and she fell to the ground.

The reff checked her out and then approached me, raising my arm in victory. Cheers erupted and I felt a weight being lifted off my chest. I removed my mouth guard and grinned before slipping out of the ring, immediately brought into the arms of Harry, his arms wrapping around my waist as he lifted me up and spun me around. "You're incredible!" he exclaimed and I laughed into his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You're amazing, you really are,'' He mumbled into my hair and I smiled. "Extraordinary.''

He let go of my waist and I had no choice to hold on. "You're kinda just dangling there Miss five foot 1, it's sorta funny,'' Harry chuckled.

"Not everyone can be your height Mr. Six Foot.''

"Although, it is quite impressive that you can hold yourself up like that.''

"I don't have a choice, I can't reach the floor.''

"okay, okay,'' his arms wrapped around my waist again and he set me down.

I noticed a lot of the people had already left and I was glad.

"So, two great fighters are little flirts?" Felix asked and I jumped.

"Oh yeah, of course, she's sort of obsessed with me,'' Harry told him and I smack the liar on his bicep.

"You're the one always hitting on me, loser,'' I retorted and Felix held a smirk until I shoved him.

"Blake, you're the one who keeps falling asleep in my bed and in my arms,'' Harry teased, a smirk of his own formed.

"you're annoying, I'm going to shower.''

Harry rolled his eyes before lightly shoving me away. "Good, you stink.''

"Barely.''

"Just go shower,'' he chuckled and I walked away.

~-~

"C'mon, let me take a picture, do you want me to fail?"

"Harry, you aren't going to fail a photography course and it's not like you'll care since your sister made you.''

"Please, Blake.''

"Your chosen topic is "Beautiful" right? Well I don't think I'd qualify,'' I argued and his jaw dropped.

"Are you kidding me? Seriously? You're delusional because you are the most gorgeous and beautiful girl I've ever met besides my mum."

I smiled slightly but dropped my chin onto my knees. "My body is fit, but I'm not beautiful, I'm not necessarily ugly, I'm just not beautiful,'' I replied and he scoffed.

He shifted his body closer to me on his bed, taking my hand. "I really hope one of the medications you have is an anti-pyschotic because that's the only reason I can think of for why you don't believe you're beautiful.''

I shook my head and he sighed. I rested my head on his shoulder and he pulled my legs and rested them over his knees.

"You're beautiful and you're a perfect example of it. Please just let me take some pictures of you?" He forced me into staring into his deep green eyes and I caved.

"Fine.''

He grinned and his dimple popped out and he was just adorable and I blushed, resting my head back down on his shoulder.

"Okay, so it's Saturday night right now, when do you want to take pictures?" Harry asked and I groaned.

"You decide,'' I mumbled.

"But you look beautiful all the time, how am I supposed to choose?" My cheeks felt like they were on fire as he acted so cheeky and cute. "I guess I'm just going to need to bring a camera everywhere we go,'' he sighed dramatically before pulling my body fully over his as he laid down on his back. "Wait, is this okay? Are you comfortable?" he asked, sounding worried and anxious.

"Yeah, this is okay,'' I replied softly, resting my head in the crook of his neck.

I couldn't believe how relaxed I was in this position with Harry, his arms were wrapped around my waist and I was just completely lying on top of him. I've known him almost two weeks now and I do not regret meeting him.

"What happened to your family, Blake?" Harry asked and I knew he was curious but I just felt the familiar pang in my chest at the mention.

"They died,'' I said quietly.

"How?" one of his hands started tracing circles in my lower back and I felt comforted.

"Well, my sister, Elizabeth, she was 16 and she got pregnant, her school found out and she lost practically everyone. She killed herself, I was 5. Then, my dad started to drink too much and my mum started to work too much. They were both grieving and they forgot about me, I spent most of my time with Liam and his family. My parents divorced when I was 7, they got equal custody but I spent practically all of my time alone because it's just what I wanted. Then, when I was 9, my dad passed away because of his excessive drinking. Then the day of my dad's funeral, once it was over and my mum and I were driving away in the car, she just broke, she still loved him and she loved me and my sister, I guess she didn't want me to somehow die so she drove the car into a lake, it was September but felt like November". I decided I didn't want to drown in that car, most people die miserable and I didn't want that for me. I somehow managed to open the door of the car and swim out before I drowned,'' I paused and wiped my tears onto the sleeve of Harry's t-shirt. "I didn't really tell anyone my mum drove into the lake on purpose. Now please don't say you're sorry, I've gotten enough sympathy to last me 4 lifetimes.''

"Okay, I won't, but I'm going to cuddle you and make you feel better,'' he stated, giving my waist a squeeze and I felt the corners of my lips curve.

I sniffled and wiped my eyes before snuggling into Harry. "Thank you, cuddling is good.''

"I think you're going to get me addicted though, you're really good at being comfy and snuggly and adorable,'' he told me and kissed the top of my head.

"Being addicted to cuddling is better than any real drug,'' I replied, thinking back to my vicoden sitting in my bag.

"Definitely, but my feet are cold so could you just pull a blanket up please?" he asked, chuckling.

I rolled my eyes before sliding off of Harry's chest, immediately feeling cold. I grabbed his duvet that had ended up at the bottom of the bed and then pulling it up to my chin.

"Aw, are you cold?" Harry teased while I laid on my side.

"Yes,'' I mumbled, trying to steal the rest of the blanket from him.

"Then come back here, you weren't complaining a minute ago,'' he whined, pulling me back on top of his chest comfortably.

"That's better. I think I'm addicted, though,'' I murmured and shut my eyes. "I don't think I'm going to stay conscious long.''

"Same,'' he spoke sleepily. "Are you sure you're okay sleeping this way?"

"Yes, now just sleep,'' I commanded and placed a gentle kiss on his jaw before placing my head back in the crook of his neck.