Fighter H.S

Fighter H.S

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Elizabeth Colt. The daughter of one of the used to be famous boxers Troy Colt. He is now a trainer for other boxers including Harry styles who is also one of the most famous boxers. He only ever lost 5 fights but now he is unstoppable. Elizabeth recently lost her sister due to an attack that was horrific and Elizabeth still had nightmares due to it. Someone broke into the house of Addie (her sister) and murdered her right in front of Elizabeth. The attackers beat Elizabeth until she was unconscious and ever since she has been skittish around guys. Her family is very protective of her because the guys were still out there. Her three older brothers and parents were always checking up on her and making sure she was ok. Harry styles on the other hand was dark and mysterious to most people. He would have one night stands and usually the girls would leave the next morning. He wouldn't let anyone in until he meets Elizabeth. It's like he was supposed to get close to her and fall for her.
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I run faster and faster. He's going to catch me. I let out a very girly squeal as I feel two sets of arms grab me slowing me to a halt. "That is not fair!" I scream at the curly haired boy. He just chuckles letting go of me. "Yes it was. You never said I couldn't use other people." He shrugs. "It was implied. And he's training for the Olympics." "You're training." He states simply flipping his hair out of his eyes. "C'mon, we're going to be late." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the street. "I really don't want to go." I whine while his grip doesn't falter but possibly gets tighter. "You really don't have a choice." He mumbles. "Since when have you cared about being punctual?" He's always the late one. "Since your job depends on it." And he's right. Maybe I should back up. I am Harry Styles' personal bodyguard. That doesn't really clear it up, does it? Well, this is what happened...

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