The Boxing Girl | Harry Styles

The Boxing Girl | Harry Styles

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Harry Styles
"I can't hit a girl!" Harry told his coach. "Uh yeah, it's boxing." The coach told him. Whilst they were arguing, adjusted my gloves and looked at the referee who blew his whistle loudly. I took it upon myself to advance forward. "Harry-" The coach started but was cut off by him. "I won't do it! She's to weak to fight me anyways!" That smirk appeared. I finally just swung and smashed my fist into the side of his face. He spun around and looked at me whilst I smirked. "Oh it's on."
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