Perfect Isn't Weak

1

Harry

"You're late Styles," Ester, my coach, tells me frowning upon me.

"Sorry sir," I say hopping into the ring, my bandana tangles into my fingers as I try to get it around my head, curls can really get into your eyes as you practice.

"Where were you?" Ester asks, he has that I'm-onto-you look going on.

"Nowhere, I was helping my mother fix her erm... her erm...oven!" Oh, you f*cking idiot Harry, he knows you can't fix any goddamn house appliance.

"No you weren't, don't bullsh*t me Styles! You've got ten seconds to tell me exactly where you were!" F*ck, I'm not in the mood for this, not at all.

"I was fighting Connor," I placed my head down as I spoke I didn't want to have to look him in the eyes and have to tell him I disobeyed him again.

Coach Ester has always been my father figure since my father left. He took me in when no one else would.

"I warned you! I told you, I don't want you around that prick, and here you are fighting him!" Before I can say another word, I hear Ester say, "go home for today."

How do I tell Ester that Connor is gonna be my stepbrother soon?

"I'm sorry sir, he made m-," I can tell coach is mad at me which makes me even more upset than ever, I've always been like a son to him, disobeying him is nothing I ever want to do.

"He didn't make you do anything! Clean your face, and go home!" Coach throws the wet rag at me, and his voice echos as he walks towards the door of the gym.

"Can I lock up please?" I shout back.

"No, get home!" He grabs the mop and starts to clean the sweat from the previous boxers here off the floor.

"Please Ester," I beg. I know I shouldn't sound too desperate because I don't want to give up the actual reason why I want to lock up. I was hoping I could sleep the night in the gym.

My mother is staying with her boyfriend, I can't f*cking stand him, so I yelled at my mother and left his house. About two weeks ago our house was taken away, we couldn't afford it anymore. The heat was turned off and I walked the house with almost four blankets on at all times.

"Why do you wanna lock up?" He spits on the floor before walking to me. Ester knows me well, but if he finds out any of this my mother will be very disappointed in me, and he'll probably yell at me for screaming at my mom's boyfriend, Jason.

"Because I felt bad for not listening to you, so I'll clean and lock up," I say giving a cheesy smile as I take the broom from his hand.

"I smelt that bulls*it from miles away," he furrows his eyebrows as he looks at me. "What is it really?" At this moment I wished I never opened my mouth, I should've just went with that f*ck up of a boyfriend my mom has.

"Ten seconds to talk, or you're not fighting this weekend," he grabs me by my shirt and let's go after he's done speaking.

"I got kicked out of my house," and this is why I can't hide sh*t from Ester.

He stays quiet for a second, I lift my head up to see him shaking his head. I hate talking about my personal life to people, even if they're as close to me as Ester is, something about it.

"You can come home with me. Get in the car I'll lock up," I silently nod my head and do as he tells me to.

His car is an old Toyota, the paint is now rusty, and the design is nothing like what you'd see being made nowadays. Ester also owns an old F-150, he let me borrow it for one day, I can't remember why though.