Harry Styles was known to be ruthless, merciless, and tough in the ring. He basically lived at the gym, always there, training and working hard to defeat his next opponent.
After being too old to stay at the orphanage, Harry was sent packing to live...
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"Spaces between us, keep getting deeper."
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Harry's POV
The cheers and chants are deafening as I throw my entire weight into my punch, my fist colliding with my opponent's jaw for the third time.
It feels good; getting all my anger and stress out.
It's refreshing to be able to be in control when everyone you love is dying.
Swinging one last time as I block my face from his blow, my knuckles strike my opponent's temple, knocking him out cold. His eye roll back and his body teeters for a second before his legs give out and he hits the mat.
The cheers become louder as the referee raises my arm to signal my victory as I wipe my bleeding brow with the back of my hand, exhaling forcefully.
A fake smile appears on my face as I wave to the crown while the only thought in my brain is Eveleigh, Eveleigh, Eveleigh.
Something is wrong.
My brow furrows as a sick feeling grows in my stomach and I'm not sure why.
Turning my head, I see Louis shuffling through my bag frantically as the deafening cheers start to die down.
Picking up my phone, his face turns terrified and in a split seconds, our eyes make contact.
Eveleigh.
My feet move before my brain can process it, rushing out of the ring as my heart pounds with anxiety and pure fear.
