Boxing Glory

Chapter 10

Sierra POV

I grabbed both boys' hands and ran to the store. We barged in and ran to the back of the store towards the produce section.

"Wow. Is this what you guys deal with all the time?" I directed my question to Liam but Harry replied with a simple nod.

"Can I help you?" a girl with short brown hair and too much makeup asked while cracking her gum rather annoyingly. She looked kind of like Alice from that popular vampire movie. She looked untrustworthy.

"Um, fans." Liam replied.

"Thats too bad. I know a place where we will all be safe." she sent a wink in the boys' direction.

"No." I stepped in front of Harry and Liam. "We're not going anywhere with you."

"Is there a problem?" she asked, "politely" extra emphasis around the quotations.

"You're phone beeped. That's all." I smiled. Simple trick. If she fell for it, I would know.

"Whatever." she pulled out her shiny white iPhone with a very decorated case of one direction. She's a fan. And by the looks of it, she's a big one.

"Nice case." I smiled again.

"Whatever ." she grabbed Liam's arm and pulled him towards where she must've entered from. I hated to see him look this uncomfortable. She was getting oddly close.

"Do something." Harry pushed me towards the girl.

Thanks Harry. I grabbed Liam's arm and pulled him back to me.

"That's my boyfriend. Get your ugly hands off of him." I used Nai's lessons on acting to my advantage. Liam looked confused. I gave him a look which hopefully said to with it. In most cases, a girls boyfriend is sacred and loyal. If you knew anything about one direction, their loyal.

She glared at me before going to Harry and trying again. I reluctantly pulled him back to.

"Hey! That's also my boyfriend." I glared at her and she glared back at me.

"What the crap!"

"Were a messed up couple okay!"

She just kept looking at me.

"I don't believe you."

I sighed and then quickly kissed Harry and Liam's cheeks.

"There. Now get away from us."

"I'm not leaving until I get what I want."

"Which is?" I cut her off. "Wait! I don't care what it is! Unless its something like an autograph, you're not getting it."

She scoffed before stomping off. She quickly turned back around and marched over to me.

"Be careful," she looked me up and down, "butterface. No one stops Stacy from getting what she wants. No one! So stay out of my way. Or else." she smiled at me and a mischievous glint ran through her eyes.

"Or else what." I stepped forward and noticed the boys step back, caught up in our conversation.

Her hand struck my face. Hard.

I growled out of anger. She crossed the line.

"Listen up, Barbie, I would beat the crap out of you right now, but I'm afraid my frie- I mean boyfriends wouldn't approve." I turned to walk away.

"You're just jealous."

Oh that's it.

"Of what? A taking trash can? Please."

"You know I'm way hotter than you so whatevs." she ran her fingers through her short brown hair.

"Excuse me? I could wipe 90% of that "beauty" off with a kleenex!" I gestures to her face which really was plastered with make up.

Her hand hit my cheek again. She smirked before fixing her brown hair cracking her gum again.

Without thinking, I returned the slap, but harder. Before anything else could be said. I grabbed my "Boyfriends" and walked out of the store.

The ride to the hotel was silent. I couldn't take it anymore. I would wait until we're safely in the elevator.

A few minuted later, the silver doors slid shut and we began our ascend to our floor.

"You guys! Please don't ignore me! And by you guys I mean you Liam. You can ignore me Styles. I already do ignore you." I turned to Liam. "I'm really sorry okay! I know I lost my cool but don't shun me!" I whined.

"I'm really sorry Sierra! Just stop ignoring me, please." I glared at Harry.

"Shut up!" I turned back to Liam.

"Wait how come you ignore Harry?"

"That's all you got from this conversation?"

"Don't change the subject."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You can tell me."

"I SAID I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! OKAY?" I yelled at him and sat down on the elevator floor. He joined me.

"I'm sorry." he whispered and I felt extremely guilty.

"No I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. If you really want to know, I'll tell you."

"No, you don't have to. You'll tell me when you're ready." I smiled at him before standing up. Shortly after, the doors opened and me Liam stepped out. I looked back at Harry who just stood there with his head in his hands all sad looking.

"Liam I'll meet up with you in a few minutes."

I walked into the elevator and sat down on the blue velvet floor. I patted the seat next to me and made room for Harry. He looked over at me. His puffy red eyes met mine and I patted the floor next to me again. This time he sat down. His brown curls bounced when he sat down.

I've always wanted to touch them. So I did. I let my fingers play with a curl and he smiled.

"Come to think of it Harry, we were never really friends. It was always you and Claire. I was there but more in a third wheelish way. I always got pressured into doing things like you know, the cellphone tower incident." I looked at him and his smile turned back to guilt.

"So why is it so hard to not be my friend now?"

I watched as he thought for a few minutes. I kept playing with his curl. I was trying to flatten it but it would always go back to normal.

"I don't know." he shrugged as he folded his legs into a criss cross position.

"I really am sorry. I mean if I wasn't there-"

"But you were Harry. You were there so she is not here. If you weren't there she would probably be here. No matter how you say it Harry, it's still the same."

"Do you miss her? You're mum, I mean."

"Always." I smiled at the memory of her.

"She was a great person."

"She's not dead Harry!" I stared at him. 'Was?' "And she still is a great person. Just one in a coma. That's all." that really shook me up. I knew she wasn't doing well because of the doctor's reports. I would visit her buy she loved to box so I do it to. I'll probably check with the hospital again tonight. I put it in my mental calendar.

"I thought she was dead. I mean what about the gloves?"

"It's easier to explain it to people if she's dead."

He nodded in agreement.

"But anyways." I said standing up. "We should get back." I pressed the button with '37' etched into it and helped Harry up.

We're going to have a lot of explaining to do.

A/N: hey guys here's a quick one. Oh and by the way, if there was a J offer the last authors note, it's cause I tried to add a smily face from word to it and it didn't work. Till next note duckies!!!

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