To Love A Fighter |||| l.p.

Spark

Stella's POV

I lie there in the hammock with Liam sitting next to me. Just from talking to him a bit had me understand him a lot. He's just like me. Just another lonely soul,  tired of being in pain, so he hides in his work and now he hides here for a bit. I'm sure being famous takes a toll on you. I wouldn't be able to handle it. luckily not too many people follow MMA so I dont have to worry about people recognizing me as much as he does. He's quiet after my last comment. Possibly pondering how I could know that. Doesn't matter. I wanted to give him what I knew he needed, just a friend to understand how he feels and leave him be. Someone to provide company in the journey without feeling pressured to HAVE to open up all the time, only when the time is right. The time probably won't be with me. But something about him just makes me want to take care of him and give him a safe space to just let him be him. it's the least I can do since he travelled this far just to train. Training cleanses the mind, I'll help him heal his soul, that way he can continue to make a difference with his fans. We sit in comfortable silence looking at the stars.

It's getting late. "We should go," I say, I notice my heart twinge, but ignored it. None of that Stella. No attachments. I look over at him, was that disappointment? "Let's do this again, it seems like you could use a friend while you're here" I smile. My heart warms at the thought. STOP. All help, no attachments. Don't forget it. His face brightens up, "that sounds great! I'd love to! Same time tomorrow? At the roof?" He asks. My heart flutters at his excitement, again I ignore it. "Yea same time, wait until I'm done with yoga and no peeking next time creeper!" I tease. I see him blush as he passes by the lit up doorway. Cute. OMG stop yourself Stella! "Tomorrow then, after training, see you then!" and he skips off down the stairs. I turn around while I grab my things and feel my face getting hot at the thought of us seeing each other again. I shake it off. This isn't me. I can be nice, but no attachments, zero, none. To get attached means to get hurt, and getting hurt is only acceptable during training. Anything else is out of the question. Too distracting. Too painful. Never again.

Liam's POV

I smile as I walk down the stairs. Scary Stella is definitely not scary outside of the ring. She's quite beautiful really. But not the approachable beauty, she always seems to be out of reach. But today, it was she reached out and grabbed me by the heart and didn't let go. I've never felt this way before. It doesn't feel like how I felt for Sophia, but I like it. I don't know what it is, but when she offered to hang out again I got really excited. She's just, nice to be around. We barely said much to each other and I felt quite happy just being there with her. I also realized how mysterious she is today. How she read me just blew my mind, I want to know more about her. Patience. Until tomorrow.