"Harder," my trainer yelled. I threw punch after punch to the bag in front of me. My hands were getting tired and my feet were starting to hurt.
I attacked the bag again, sweat glistening my body as I threw my last punch before I bent over, hands on my knees, breathing heavily. "Alright five minute break then weights."
I rolled my eyes as I walked to my bag, getting my water bottle out. I chugged it then sat it down, walking over to the weights, getting ready to lift. Why am I doing all of this you ask? Because I'm a fighter. No I'm not a street fighter, I actually fight. As in boxing. I've been doing it for about a year now. I was undefeated. I never let anything get in my way to win. If you were to throw a punch at me, I'd throw four more back. I went to the extreme to everything. Maybe that's why I was Steve's favorite. Steve was my trainer and also step dad. But me being his step-daughter didn't get in the way of my fighting.
"Alright you're free to go," Steve told me as he walked to out of the room. I grabbed my bag and ran up to him.
"I thought we are doing weights," I said more as a question.
"I have another person to train."
"Why couldn't they have come later?" He stopped and looked at me.
"Addie, not everything is about you. Now go home and get some rest. I'm done with you for today." I scoffed as he walked off. He never has another client interrupt my time. I was his best. Whoever interrupted my time was surely to pay.
I started to walk towards the door but when I opened it, I hit someone. I walked out and saw it was a boy with tattoos and brown curly hair. He was very tall and lean. I would be lying if I said he was not very attractive.
He looked at me and gave me a cold look. "Watch where you're going."
"Excuse me?" I was taken aback at his words.
"I said watch where you're going. Bitch." He shoved my shoulder as he walked in but I grabbed his arm making him turn around.
"Excuse me but I don't appreciate being called a bitch. I could beat your ass right here," I growled.
He smirked. "You? Fight me? Nice try blondie."
I returned his smirk as I raised my fist and punched him right in his face. Never test me. I will always win.
He looked at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. I put my fist up ready to hit again as he was ready to attack me.
"Addie, stop." I heard my step dad say. I put my fist down and shoved the boy away from me.
"What," I spit. I was about to show this boy off.
"Stop fucking punching stuff all the damn time. Are you okay Harry?"
Wow. Doesn't ask me if I'm fucking okay?"Yeah I'm fine. Just get this bitch away from me," he gave me another death glare.
"What? Are you scared?" I smirked.
"Addie just shut up and go home," Steve spit. I shoved past him and out the door. I was already done with that Harry kid.
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Unstoppable// Harry Styles au
FanfictionI bounced on my toes as sweat beads ran down my forehead. I took another swing to the old, brown bag. Each punch I threw, each slap I did got me towards my goal to be the best. I was a fighter and wasn't gonna quit for nothing. Nothing was gonna get...