Twist Of Fate

Cheater

Since I don't want to aim a punch at Harry's face and ruin his perfect, god-like face, I aim a light punch to his stomach. Bulls-eye! Harry doubles over in pain. Shit! I didn't hit him that hard.
"Harry, are you okay? I'm so-" Harry cuts me off, when he straightens up and punches me in the stomach. His punch isn't hard, but his laughter hits me harder. That jerk! Game on, Harry.
"Good trick from Harry's side. Niall, is what Mr. Styles just did against the rules?" Liam says in a reporter-like voice.
"No, I don't believe so, Liam. God, the pressure's on and anything can happen in that ring tonight," Niall says. "Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?" I swing my leg underneath Harry's, making him lose his balance and fall flat on the ground. I straddle Harry's back and press his ankle bone downwards with my hand. However, my pressure's not hard enough to make him break his bone. It's low, so that Harry can only feel a little pain. Because I cringe at the idea of hurting him.
"Ready to give up, Styles?" I ask, as Harry struggles underneath me to get up.
"No, not yet...heck, I don't know your last name." Harry says and flips me over, so now he's straddling me. "Ready to give up, Bumper?"
"No, not yet." I slide out from underneath him and deliver a soft blow to Harry's stomach.
"You've got muscle," Harry groans.
"The situation seems to be getting steamy in there. Or is it just the sweat that's dripping from both of their bodies?" Niall says, and I roll my eyes. Suddenly, I see a light bulb go off in Harry's head. He grins and gets up, moving toward me slowly. I hold up my balled hands, ready for attack. Before I can even blink, Harry's behind me, sliding his hand around my bare stomach. I suck in a sharp breath, losing my focus momentarily. That's exactly what he wants, I realize, when Harry kicks my leg gently, making me lose balance and fall on the floor.
"This is going nowhere," Louis says. "First one to reach their opponents throat wins." I nod my head and so does Harry. This will make things easier because Harry and I are unwilling to harm each other and if we move at this pace the fight will never end.
"New rule, ladies and gentlemen!" Niall announces. I get up and take a blow at Harry's stomach. When he doubles over, I reach out for his neck, but he swats my hand away and stumbles backwards.
"Mus, your knuckles are made of steel. At least I won't have to defend you against anyone," Harry says. "But no one - not even you, Bump - can protect you from me." Harry lunges toward me, landing us both on the ground. He puts all of his weight on his elbows, towering over me, as I try to wiggle out from under his heavily-muscled body. Harry tugs at my ponytail and it comes loose in his hand, scattering my hair all over the floor and my face.
"Harry," I groan. He trails his hand down my cheek and toward my neck. My breathing seems to have stopped and there's a huge lump in my throat, what for, I don't know. My neck?! His hand's trailing toward my neck! I swat his hand away and kick him ever so gently...where the sun don't shine. Harry rolls over to the other side, allowing me to get up. This time, I'm the one on top. I know what Harry's doing, he's trying to be seductive and win the fight. However, I will not let him do so because I'm going to win this one. I trail my hand over his sweaty - disgusting - yet sexy abdomen. Harry stares at my hand as it trails upwards. However, he doesn't make any move to stop my movements, or push me off. My hand's getting closer and closer. Almost there.
"Mus!" I turn my head to face Louis and that's when I feel Harry's hand wrap around my neck.
"You guys played me!" I exclaim, getting up. I glare at Louis and then face Liam and Niall. "You both saw that, it's cheating! Do something."
"Sorry Mus, but there are no rules and Harry just won this match." Niall apologizes, smiling at me sheepishly.
"I hate you even more than I did before, Louis." Huffing, I step out of the ring and grab the water bottle.
"The feeling is mutual," Louis says dryly, as usual.
"You were great out there, Mus." Kate says, clapping for me.
"Thanks, but I lost." I say, and throw the empty plastic, water bottle on the ground. Hands slide around my stomach from behind.
"Bump, don't be so mad. I won fair and square," Harry whispers in my ear.
"Just because there were no rules, doesn't mean you won fair and square, Harry." I remove his hands from around me, and grab my duffel bag. "I'm going to change."
"Why?" Harry whines. "You look great in this attire. Keep it on, please." I turn around and face him with a fake smile on my face.
"Well then, I have got to change it." Harry pouts and throws his head back.
"God, you're a pain!" Harry groans.
"Your pain," I murmur as I head toward the bathroom.
******
"Guys, can we go and grab a..." I trail off, as I take in the crestfallen expressions of everybody. "Did I miss something while I was changing?" I deposit my duffel bag onto the floor and head over to Harry, who looks the most depressed and sad. He's sitting on the couch, staring at his hands.
"Yeah, you did," Kate says.
"Care to explain." As I'm about to take a seat beside Harry, he grabs hold of my arm and pulls me onto his lap.
"Your dad called," Harry says. Shit, I left my phone outside.
"So?" I don't know why they're all so depressed regarding that.
"I picked up." My eyes widen and my breath stops. I cannot breathe. Bloody hell! This is bad, very bad.
"Why?!" I yell, getting up. "Harry..." I throw my head back and groan. I will never hear the end of this. My dad and I already don't have the best relationship of a father and daughter; I don't want to worsen it by fighting with him about my love life.
"He gave me an earful and wants you to call him," Harry says. He gets up and takes hold of my hand, but I pull it away from his.
"Harry, you've created such a big mess."
"I'm sorry, Bump." Harry looks at me with such desperation that my heart melts right here. I take a step toward him and wrap my hands around his.
"I know that what you did wasn't intentional, Harry and I'm sorry for over-reacting. It's just that my father...I don't even know how to explain the situation to you." Harry's eyes are glued to the ground. "Harry, please look up at me." I lift his chin up with my right hand. Harry's eyes are filled with sorrow, remorse and guilt. All these feelings are not required. He didn't know and I understand that now. "Please don't beat yourself for anything, Harry. It was a mistake. I'll talk to my father and surely he won't understand, but that doesn't matter. Because he's there - in Dubai - and I'm here."
"Still, Bump, I messed up. Big time," Harry says.
"Harry, you know what? Stand here and feel sorry for whatever you did, while I'll head back to my house and wait for my boyfriend, who can't show up if he's beating himself up for something that he didn't do." I turn on my heels and march toward where I've deposited my duffel bag. Harry's warm hands pull me back into his chest.
"Such little faith in your boyfriend." Harry says, burying his head in the crook of my neck.