Unstoppable// Harry Styles au

Chapter 4

I woke up to a room that wasn't mine. I felt an arm draped over my body and turned to see a guy that I couldn't recognize. He was dark skinned and had a dark quiff. He had an amazing jaw line. I did good last night. I smiled to myself as I got out of the bed, careful not to wake the mysterious boy. I put my panties on and slipped on my dress. I heard the boy groan and I quickly grabbed my heels. I wanted to leave before he woke up. But I was too late as I heard him yawn right as I reached the door. "Where are you going?" Shit.

"I am leaving."

"Why," he asked. I turned around to see him fully. Man was he hot.

"Cause I have to go."

"Stay for a bit," he said as he rubbed his eyes.

"Sorry but I don't stay after," I explained.

"Can I have your number?"

"No. I don't do relationships."

"Can I at least know your name," he begged.

"My name's Addie," I said before I left. That was the weirdest thing to ever happen. Usually if I didn't wake up before the boy, the boy still kicked me out. But this guy wanted me to stay? Why?

I shook this question out of my head as I noticed my car was parked in the apartment building parking lot. That's really weird. What the hell happened last night? I usually get a ride from the boys' car. Not mine. I got in my car after I unlocked it and prepared for my journey back home.

When I arrived home, I noticed a nice Range Rover parked in our driveway. I got out of my car and walked up the side walk to my front door, my heels clicking as I reached it. I opened the door and walked in to hear Steve's voice. I heard a laugh but still didn't recognize the voice. I walked into the living room to see curly and Steve talking. Wow, now he gets invited to my house? What's next, he moves in?
Steve looked at me and his face immediately turned hard. "Where were you?" I realized that I was wearing a short dress with heels and I probably had sex hair. Great. That was a giant give away.

"Out," I said I was ready to leave again.

"Get back here, I was talking to you," he growled.

I turned back to face him. "It's none of your damn business where I was. Now get back to your little conversation with your new toy and leave me be." I walked up to my room and kicked off my shoes. Great now I look like a huge slut.

Harry's P.O.V.

I walked up the fairly nice looking house and knocked on the door. My face was still bruised from yesterday. That little bitch sure did me good.

The door opened and Steve's face popped through the opening of the door. He didn't seem like a very nice guy. His face was scratchy and he definitely looked like he was around 50. His eyebrows were always scrunched together as if he was angry all the time.

"Harry nice to see you," he interrupted my thoughts.

"Nice to you too Steve," I half-smiled.

"Come in." He moved away from the door and I entered. He lead me to a room with a couch and a TV. It seemed pretty plain in here. No pictures or plants. Nothing. "Sit down." I did as he said and he sat down next to me but not too close.

"Okay Harry. We've been training for a couple of weeks and you've been great. About yesterday-"

"Sir I just wanted to say that I don't hit girls."

"Yes I get that. And don't call me sir. My name's Steve. But anyway, you are an excellent fighter and I want to take you up to the big leagues."

"Si... Uh Steve, I don't think that's necessary yet."

"Oh but I think it is. You're tough Harry. Tough enough to be a professional fighter. I think you should take my offer I'm giving to you. You could have so much money. You could be in all the magazines. You could be a huge success-" the door opened and I heard heels click against the hardwood floor. Soon, Addie appeared in the door way. She had on a very tight and short dress which I have to say she looked very hot in and her hair was all messed up, along with her makeup. She looked like she just got done having sex which my guess is that she did. She wasn't as innocent as I thought. Maybe some time I could get into her pants... Okay I need to stop. I would never get into her pants. Even though I really wanted to. She wasn't my type. She was too stubborn for me to even be her friend.

Her dad, or whatever she calls him, yelled at her and soon enough she went up the stairs.

"Sorry about her, she's a little too much sometimes.," he rubbed his face.

"Yeah tell me about it," I rolled my eyes. I may think she's hot but I definitely will never like her.

"Okay back to what I was saying, you could be an amazing fighter. We need to start training a lot. I need all of your attention into this."

"I think I'll do it," I nodded my head. I wanted to be a famous fighter my whole entire life and this was my one and only chance.

"Alright. You have today off but tomorrow we start training. Now I got some situations to work out so I would like it if you left," he said but politely.

I stood up as he did. I shook his hand before speaking, "thank you for the offer Steve."

"I'll see you tomorrow." He walked me to the front door and I left.

Addie's P.O.V.

"You are such a slut," Steve yelled. I shrugged as I went to the fridge and got out a water bottle.

"I'm an adult. I can do what I want."

"You do this every week. You go out to a bar, drink, get fucked and come back. Maybe I should just put you into prostitution. You seem better off there."

"Shut the hell up."

"You know I'm right. I am really surprised you're not already pregnant."

I shook my head and started to walk away but he grabbed my arm. "I'm done with this attitude from you."

I shoved him off of me. "This is who I am and if you don't like it, get the fuck over it-" he slapped me.

"I told you never to speak to me like that again," he yelled.

"Don't fucking hit me," I slapped him back and shoved him away. He came up to me and punched me in my face. I was ready to backhand him but he grabbed my wrist.

"You ever treat me like that again, you'll be sorry. Get your shit together." He walked out of the house leaving me stand in awe at what just happened.

******

I put my ear buds in as I punched the bag. I needed to toughen up. I'm sick of being pushed around.

There were others in the gym today but I didn't care as I swung my fist again and again.

I felt a hand on my arm and I looked over at Harry. I took one earbud out. "What do you want?"

"Where's your dad," he asked.

"He's not my fucking dad. And I don't know where the hell he is. I don't give a damn either."

His eyes widened as he saw the bruise on my face.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," I mumbled before turning back to my punching bag.

"Seriously, what happened to you?"

"None of your God damn business. Now leave," I yelled, still not looking at him. I felt his stare on my back before he left. I returned to fighting the old piece of shit. This gym needed some new equipment.