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The Fighter (Harry Styles Fanfiction)
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  • Parts 42
  • Time 9h 36m
  • Reads 995,510
  • Votes 16,661
  • Parts 42
  • Time 9h 36m
Complete, First published Apr 04, 2013
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Caroline Payne, Liam Payne's little sister. Just a normal teenage girl, at least that's what she believed she was. When all hope seems lost, all she wants to do is be alone, but it seems nearly impossible.        

Harry Styles best Boxer/ Fighter in town. He can take anyone, but no one can take him. He lives his life consisting of drugs, fighting, alcohol, and massive anger management problems.  

What happens when Caroline catches Harry's eye? All he's ever known is anger. All Caroline fears is anger.

They say opposites attract, what will happen to them?  

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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...