Unstoppable// Harry Styles au

Chapter 11

My feet padded against the ground as I walked into the gym. I haven't been here for a week. I decided to get up and actually make something of my time instead of sit at home and watch all three seasons of American Horror Story on Netflix over and over again.

I set my bag down and took off my shoes. I checked my phone to see if Jess texted me back. Ever since that day, she has only texted me twice. Both times I ignored it but I hated how we weren't talking to each other. She was practically my other half. I just couldn't look at her like I use to after what she said.

I walked over to my punching bag and started to punch. I didn't realize how much anger I had built up in me until I took it all out the poor old bag. Thank god no one else was in here or else they would think I'm psycho.

I heard a door slam and stopped what I was doing to see Steve smiling. "I didn't know you were going to be in here today."

"I thought I could do something useful today," I shrugged.

"Well I haven't told you but you have a match in three days. I want you here everyday this week. And this is no small match. I have so much money on this one."

I nodded my head before asking, "Who is my opponent?"

"Zayn Malik," he smirked. I immediately got angry. The only reason he was being nice was because he wanted to watch me lose on Friday. This bastard really gets his way.

"Awesome," I sighed turning back to my bag. He left without another word. Stupid old bag gets what he wants all the time. And then it hit me, I was fighting Zayn. The Zayn I dated. Who came to this gym to surprise me. The fucking prick used me to get in. I really have to focus now. He's really strong and if I don't focus then I'll be a loser. I will not be undefeated anymore.
I sighed as I quit punching and walked over to the tread mill. I started to run, trying to burn all the calories I gained this past week.

Once I was finished with that, I moved to the weights. I was there for about four hours until I walked over to my bag, getting ready to leave. I noticed that the gym was still empty. Which was weird because someone should have come here in four hours. I grabbed my stuff and went to my car. I drove to the cafe that Jess and I always went to. But this time it was just me.

I walked into the building, ordered, and sat down. I pulled out my phone and texted Niall to meet me here which he replied immediately with 'okay x'

I took a sip of my drink and waited for Niall. Finally I heard the door ding and I turned to see curly. Is he everywhere I go?

He saw me look at him and I quickly looked away. I couldn't forget the day when I opened up to him. I don't want to think about that day. It showed how weak I actually was. I never wanted him to see that.

He sat down across from me and smiled. "Hey."

"Hi," I mumbled, not looking at him.

"What're you doing here?"

I shrugged. "Getting some coffee and meeting someone."

"It seems you're everywhere I go," he joked.

"I guess." He got up and I watched as he shoved into my side of the booth.

"Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Is it the fight in Friday?" I just shrugged. "I'm sorry that your dad-"

"He's not my dad," I hissed.

"Sorry. I forgot. But anyway, don't throw the first punch. I know how he fights and he can easily get you but that. Try to knee him more-" We both looked up to find Niall sitting across from us.

"Hey Niall," I smiled.

"Hey, who is this," he smiled at Harry.

"I'm Harry," he smiled back.

"Well nice to meet you Harry. I'm Niall, Addie's best friend."

"It's nice to meet you too," he nodded.

Niall turned to me, "What did you have to talk about?"

"Steve scheduled a fight for me on Friday."

"Yeah so?"

"Well I have to fight Zayn."

"Oh. I'm sure he'll go easy on you since you guys are dating." I looked down after he said that.

"They're not dating anymore," Harry replied for me. I mentally thanked him.

"What happened?"

"He was such a bastard to her," Harry said and I looked up to see him looking at me.

"But I don't care anymore. I'm done with him," I looked over to Niall.

"That doesn't sound like him."

"He also used me to get to Steve."

"He was talking about fighting or something when we hung out a couple days ago." All of this talk about him made me more angry. Zayn was not going to walk away without a beating on Friday.
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I heard the crowd cheer as I entered the room. There were so many people here. I was not use to this.

I entered the ring and the announcer shouted Zayn's information in the mic. I saw him approach the ring and slip his built body through. He saw me and smirked. I clenched my fist, ready to punch the living shit out of him.

The referee called the fight and we both got on our toes as the crowd screamed with excitement. We both rounded the ring until he finally took the first swing and I quickly returned it, hitting him square in the jaw. He stumbled back, coming back into reality. I saw his jaw clench as he charged for me but I moved out of the way and hit him in his stomach. He groaned but continued to fight. I finally got him on the ground and got on top of him.

"No good slut," I heard him mutter. I punched him with all my strength, seeing him finally down. I got up as the referee counted. He got to 4 before Zayn got back up. I waited for him to charge but he never did. He just smiled at me. "Get ready to lose."

He charged toward me and knocked me down. I tried to fight him off of me but he punched and punched me. He finally got up and kicked me in the stomach. He kept kicking me and finally he kicked me in the face. I heard shouting and saw the familiar head of curls before I blacked out.