Complicated Freak ✓ h.s

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"Fuck" I simpered when my foot slipped out of my boot causing me to stumble over my feet. I held onto the wall in front of me while I lifted my leg behind me to once again try and put my shoes on. "All done" I sighed in content when I pulled the zip at the back of my boot followed by smoothening out my shirt "Does everything have to always be perfect for you?" Carter mocked, brushing her lashes with mascara "Sometimes," I started as I began working on my hair, eventually giving up on taming it I threw it in a messy bun and added some lip gloss to my almost chapped lips.

"But I guess I'm just nervous, my dad openly invited me to a match, somehow I feel like there's more to it" I continued, leaning forward while lining my eyelid with a touch of eyeliner - I prefer having simple makeup rather than looking like a whole crayon box exploded on my face. "Don't worry too much, it will be all fine. Now take a deep breath and calm the fuck down" Carter rasped and I chuckled "You look pretty" she wiggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows at me "Is it all for a certain Styles?" I frowned

"I saw you two at the party and I know he's the new guy your dad's training" she explained and I nodded, keeping quiet about the whole matter. "How did you know?" She sighed "You know I don't forget everything that happens at parties" she nudged my shoulder and I nodded again "Just be careful, Ads" Carter warned, her voice laced with concern and I furrowed my brows in confusion before following her out the door. Ethan hugged me, tightly, when we reached his car and I slowly slipped in thinking about Carter's words. What does she mean?

"Addy!" I spun around at the sound of my father's booming voice, "Dad!" a gleeful smile spread on my lips seeing him after a whole week. I ran into his opened arms, "I'm so glad you came" he pressed a kiss to my forehead "Thanks for inviting me although I'd prefer if I was curled up in my bed with a book" Dad shook his head "Oh shut up! Being here is better than reading a novel" Carter spoke from the side of me, "Hey Mr J" she greeted and my father widened his eyes at the spunky girl. I giggled softly before introducing them, "Dad, this is my best friend, Carter."

"Nice to meet you, Carter" he nodded in acknowledgement, nearly everyone that meets Carter and I wear the same expression - they question how the both of us could be best friends. "Shows about to start, why don't you guys get your seats," Dad paused before looking at me ", and I'll see you after the match" with a kiss to my forehead. He walked away after passing pleasantries with Carter and Ethan who held his breath the entire time he stood there.

We headed into the arena, finding our seats with ease. Just like the last time, the crowd erupted into a volcanic bout of screams and applauds. I spotted my father alongside Harry who was once again adorned in his silk robe, the hood covering his brown curls. He was taken to his corner of the ring where I watched my father shout a few words to him, Harry nodded as he slipped off the robe with the help of a blue eyed boy - I had seen him walking around campus with Harry.

The second fighter walked out and stood at the opposite corner of the ring to Harry, they glared at each other and the bell was rung so the fighters could get into position. Round one. My father knocked the side of his fists with Harry's gloved ones before helping him with the headgear. The referee held a red whistle to his mouth, holding out a hand in between Harry and Billy - the opponent Harry had mentioned at the party. I watched as the referee belted out a few words to the fighters before the second bell was rung marking the commencement of the fight as the referee drew his hand back.

Harry charged at Billy, throwing a punch to his abdomen causing the burly man to stumble on his feet. Harry threw another punch, followed by multiple other as he completely knocked his opponent down. Billy recovered before the referee could call it, he shook his head as his body lunged for Harry, who dodged the punch. I gasped as he now faced me, I could see his eyes through the headgear and they weren't green anymore. He seemed ruthless and the sheer animosity in his eyes made a shiver run down my spine.

Two rounds later, Harry was crowned the winner - as usual. If I'm correct, this match marked half a century for Harry, he hasn't lost any of the 50 matches he fought in. Carter and Ethan cheered from the side of me as we watched the referee hold up Harry's arm to the crowd, the headgear had been removed from his locks and his eyes returned to their normal shade of forest green. I kept my head bowed when I felt a nudge in my ribs, "What?" I screamed over the loud cheers of the audience "Look up" I did as Carter told, my breath got stuck in my throat.

Harry's eyes poured directly into mine, a small smirk took over his slightly bruised lip from when Billy managed to get a hit at him. Sweat glistened his naked torso as it heaved from the strenuous activity of the fight. I gasped yet again when he winked at me, my reaction caused him to chuckle before he was whisked away by my father. "Oh la la," Carter chirped, nudging my side with her elbow as her eyebrows rose suggestively. "Shut up" I shoved at her arm, "Come on, let's go" I gestured to the isle that didn't lead towards the exit "You go, it's getting late" Ethan said, are they seriously ditching me?

"Fine" I rolled my eyes and stormed away not hearing what Carter had to say, those two probably just want to go fuck. Screw them. I was lost in thought when I bumped into a hard figure, rubbing my forehead from the impact I heard a cheery voice "Hello there, love" I looked up to find the same blue eyed boy from earlier "Hi?" He smiled and held out his hand "I'm Louis and you are?"

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