Unstoppable// Harry Styles au

Chapter 3

I walked into the gym with my bag on my shoulder. I haven't trained in two days which was weird because I train everyday.

I set my bag down and took off my shoes. I looked around and found the gym empty. Just how I liked it. I was training on my own because I have yet to face my step dad from what happened just three days ago.

I reached my famous punching bag and got on my toes. I raised my fist and began my training. I hit with everything in me. I was picturing my step dad's face as my target. I really did hate him. He's become an asshole ever since my mom left with no explanation. It hurt me too but not as much as he did. I just wanted to fight him, to beat him until he begged me to stop. Just like he did to me. He can feel everything he did to me. That's why I wanted to become the greatest. So he can be scared of me. I won't let anything stop me. Even if it means I have to fight boys which I've only done twice.

I was so into beating my step dad's face that I didn't realize someone else had walked in. I felt someone grab my arm and I immediately stopped. I turned to see Steve grasping my arm with Harry behind him. "What," I spit.

"You were suppose to be here earlier. This is Harry's time now."

I looked at him and scoffed. "Then do whatever you have to do with him. Who said I needed your help?" He gripped my arm even tighter, digging his nails into my flesh. Yes it hurt but I wasn't going to show it. "Get the fuck off me." I shoved him away.

"Stop talking to me like that and get the hell out of here."

"No I won't. And I'm not gonna leave. I have training to do. Unless you need this punching bag, leave me alone."

My step dad sighed then smirked. He's got something in mind and I wasn't too fond of it. "Why don't you show our new student how it's done," he suggested.

"You mean fight him," I raised my eyebrow. Steve nodded and I looked at Harry. "Let's go curly." I started to walk towards the training ring.

"I'm not hitting a girl," he refused.

I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you scared?"

"Hell no-"

"Then get your ass up here so I can kick it." I got into the ring and waited for Harry to get in. He took forever but finally stood in front of me.

"Alright. Get ready," Steve yelled. I got up on my toes and my fist in front of my face. Harry copied my actions and we waited for Steve go tell us to go. "Fight." I bounced on my toes and rounded the ring. I followed Harry's actions and finally he took the first punch which I dodged and took a swung back at him. I hit him square in the face which caught him off guard. I smirked as I punched him in his stomach and backed away, watching Harry get back on track. He came right for me but I was too fast for him. He turned around and took another swing at me which hit me in my stomach but I hit him back in the nose, making it bleed. He hit me again in the stomach and I groaned in pain but didn't let it distract me as he was ready to swing again but I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the ground. I got on top of him and punched him as he tried to get me off but couldn't. I just kept punching. I was trained to go hard or not at all. In no time could I stop myself. Once I had you, I had you. There was no stopping me.

"Alright stop," I heard Steve yell but I was too infatuated with winning that I didn't listen to him. I noticed blood getting on my hands from Harry's face. "Stop," I heard him scream again. I looked at Harry and immediately stopped. There was blood everywhere and I didn't even notice because I wanted to win. I got up and offered him my hand. He groaned as he sat up and stared at me with anger. He got up on his own and I put my hand down as he walked out of the ring.

I got down and Steve stomped over to me, a pissed look on his face. "What the hell was that?"

"What was what? You told me to fight him, so I did," I smirked, using his words against him.

"Yes I did but not beat him to a pulp."

"He didn't know what he was in for so I made sure he knew."

"We'll talk more at home. I have to meet someone."

"Like hell we will." I walked away and heard him sigh in anger before he left. I saw Harry sitting on the bench, wiping his face off with a cloth. I instantly felt bad for beating him so badly. He didn't even want to fight.

I walked up to him and sat down next to him. "What the hell do you want now," he muttered, taking a sip of his water after.

"Sorry for... you know," I looked away. I was not good at apologizing. I really never had to do it before.

"You're sorry?" He started to laugh.

"You know what? Never mind. Now you get to say you got beat by a girl."

He shook his head and got up. "I let you win."

"Like hell you did," I scoffed.

"I don't fight girls. I didn't even want to punch you."

"Okay whatever," I rolled my eyes.

"You're cockiness won't get you anywhere in life," he rudely said.

"And you're fighting won't get you anywhere if you fight like you did just a little bit ago."

"Why don't you go home to your daddy? I'm sure he has something to say to you."

I stood up. "He's not my fucking dad. Shut the hell up," I yelled.

"Why? Did I hit a nerve?"

I stepped closer to him but he put his arms out to hold me back. "You say one more thing and I won't hesitate to beat your ass again," I threatened.

"Love to see that happen again." I tried to attack him again but he shoved me back. "Don't even think about it sweetheart."

"I really hate you." I clenched my fist but didn't put them up, ready to punch him. "And don't call me sweetheart. I am in no way a fucking sweetheart." I turned to walk away, making sure I didn't show him how pissed off he made me.

I walked to my bag and heard metal clanking around. I turned around to see him lifting weights. I stared at his body. I'm not lying when I say I found him extremely hot. Especially with his tattoos. I had a thing for boys with tattoos. But I wasn't planning to be with him at all. Not even one fuck. I use to be those girls with boyfriends for a couple months. But ever since my last one, I quit giving a fuck about relationships. I go to a bar at least once a week to have sex. I've been doing this for three months now. I know it's bad but I'm a horny 19 year old. I didn't give one shit.

I turned back to my bag and grabbed it. I had plans to go to the bar again tonight and I needed to get home before Steve so I could get ready and leave.

I grabbed my keys out of my bag as I slipped my shoes on. I started to walk but stopped when I heard Harry speak. "See you later love." I scoffed and kept walking, leaving the room and the boy I hate with all my life, behind.