{Warning: There is quite a bit of swearing in this one, so if you don't like that, or if you don't want to read that then just skip this chappie!}
(Chapter 18)
*Caroline's P.O.V*
I quietly opened the door to my house, I knew Liam was going to pester me with questions once he saw me.
Kicking off my shoes, I padded over to the kitchen and set the newly bought milk in the refrigerator. I nearly forgot about it so I had to make a U turn all the way back to town just to go and buy it. Once everything was put away I realised I haven't heard a sound since I walked in here, where was Liam?
"Caroline!" Liam's angry voice shouted from upstairs. Shit. I spoke to soon...
I walked into the living room to see an annoyed Liam coming down the stairs. Danielle following behind looking very curious.
"What took you so damn long? I am positive it doesn't take four fucking hours to buy milk." Liam said making his way towards me, and he did not look in the mood for any games or pathetic lies.
I looked at Danielle for some help, but she looked just as concerned as Liam was to find out where I have been. I guess I'm on my own here.
I looked down at my feet trying to find my words, think of anything, but for once I was stuck.
I looked back at at Liam with a guilty smile, and he just gave me a confused glance in return. Suddenly, his facial expression changed and the tension in the room seemed to shift. Liam was now glaring at me his eyes blazing, and I felt as if they were burning into me.
"Were you. With. Him." Liam whispered, everyone of his words chopped, making him sound more intimidating.
I just looked down in defeat, giving him the answer to his question. I had no words, I don't regret hanging out with Harry, well after today I don't know. But, I don't regret getting to know him better. I do regret however, lying to Liam this whole time.
I looked up at Liam ready to see a red tomato, but when I saw his facial expression I had to do a double take. Instead of breathing like he was about to go into hulk mode. Liam was perfectly calm, his glare was still there, but his facial expression changed. Instead of anger, all I saw was disappointment, which oddly hurt more than Liam shouting in my face.
I was caught off guard when Liam turned around an walked into the kitchen. I looked at Danielle but she had the same curious expression as I did. Finally Liam returned with his keys, the ones I laid on the table in the kitchen before walking out here.
"Come on Danielle." Liam said looking everywhere but me.
Danielle looked a little shocked at first, but finally she gave me a sympathetic smile before walking over to Liam. I just stood there unable to move, mostly because if I moved I wouldn't know what to do. Should I go to my room, should I stop Liam? I knew I shouldn't have come here, I should have just went straight to the gym and faced the consequences later.
I watched as Liam and Danielle began walking out of the house. Wait! Where are they going?
"Liam wait! W-what are you doing, where are you going?" I asked frantically, I just hope he's not going to look for Harry. Liam looked at me finally, but his glare was still there.
"I am going to go do something that I should have done a long time ago." And with that he was gone.
I stood there for a minute trying to process his words, what does he mean by that? It's not like he's really going to kill Harry, and he has already fought him. I started pulling at my hair in frustration.
"What the hell is happening!" I shouted, I couldn't take all of this. First Liam leaving, then Harry and his stupid secrets, and Jake probably being at the gym right now, and also Harry fighting with a fucking cast! I was breathing in and out faster than before now, I quickly took out my phone and dialed the number of the only person that could help me right now.
After the longest four rings of my life she finally picked up.
"Hello.."
"Mirna! Oh my goodness thank you for picking up!" I realise that I am shouting and it is almost midnight, which means this girl was already passed out in her comforter. But this was way more important.
"Cara?" Mirna asked , her tone was flat an uninterested. I furrowed my eyebrows a little, but decided to push that away. She was probably just tired.
"Yeah it's me, listen I really need you to come pick me up." I said through the phone at a good pace. I didn't want her to know I was freaking out at the moment. I'm acting like a little kid that just broke their moms favorite vase, so they start freaking out cause they have no idea what to do.
"Why don't you ask Harry?" Mirna said through the phone, her words a little harsh.
"Because that's who I am trying to get to." I said a little impatient, what is up with her? Usually when I tell her there is a crisis she's here in less than a minute.
"Of course it is.." I barely hear her whisper.
"What?"
"Nothing Cara, look I got to go."
"Okay what time are you coming to get me because it ha-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before the line was cut off. What the fuck? Did she just hang up on me?
I thought about calling back, but I realised she was probably just on her period or something. At least I hope that's what her problem was. It was then that I realised I had no one to drive me to the gym. It was only a couple of blocks away I guess I could walk, though I did promise Liam I would never walk alone at night again. Well it's not like he's going to know, and besides everyone is at the fight so not many people will be on the streets anyway.
I quickly grab my leather jacket off the coat hook, and slip on some black converse before making my way out of the house.
I kept telling myself that everything was going to be okay as I made my way out of my neighborhood, I mean what's the worst that can happen?
***
Harry's P.O.V
"Harry I don't know I really don't think it's a good idea," Paul rambled.
"My hand is fucking fine Paul! I am going to make Tom pay for what he did!" I shout, my anger clearly getting the best of me.
We were currently in the locker room, and the more we waited for the fight to start, the more Paul started freaking out.
Am I scared? Hell no! I'm ready to beat the shit out of Tom, the fact that he is the one that put me in this cast only makes me more angry. He thought I would back down like a weak little bitch, yeah well think again.
"Harry it's risky I mean it's just not a good look for you." Paul seemed really concerned, for most people they would be happy about this but it just pisses me off sometimes.
"This is not a professional fight Paul, the press are not in town today, and you said the secret fights rumor has quieted down so the police will never know." It angers me that he actually thinks Tom of all people can beat me. If I wasn't so annoyed I would probably be laughing.
"Ladies and gentlemen welcome!" The announcer's voice boomed through the gym. I let out a sigh of relief when I realised the fight was about to start. I wanted nothing more than to see Tom's stupid face which I was going to reconstruct.
I quickly got up and stripped out of my clothes pulling up my favorite black shorts. Usually I wear a black silk robe that had 'STYLES' on the back in gold metallic letters, but since this is not a professional fight I decided I didn't need it.
I could hear the roar of the crowd sending my adrenaline into over drive. I don't know why, but I love it when the crowd cheers for me and chants my name, it just gave me more power.
I looked at Paul who had a hard look on his face like he was debating on something in his head. I just hope none of those thoughts have anything to do with canceling this fight. Cause I am fighting someone tonight, Tom or not. And if he cancels this fight, well were going to have a problem.
"Ready?" Paul finally asked, breaking out of his own thoughts. I just nodded my head before following Paul out of the locker room.
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"HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!" The crowd chanted as I climbed into the ring. I immediately sat down on my side of the ring, never breaking eye contact with Tom who was sitting on the opposite side of the ring. I wanted so bad to get up and pound his face in, but I had to restrain my body so I wouldn't get disqualified.
"Harry remember what I told you, control your anger, don't let him tire you out. Think about your next move before you make it, hands up at all times. Find his weakest spot and attack." Paul was shouting all the things he taught me in my ear over the screaming crowd. Whilst my trainer was shuffling around getting my water bottle for me and handing me my mouth piece.
I nodded still never breaking eye contact with Tom, he had that same cocky smirk he always had. After beating the shit out of this kid three times you'd think that he had enough. I heard the sound of that way too familiar bell, telling us it was time to begin the fight. I finally looked at Paul who was staring at me with all seriousness.
"Remember what I said okay." He shouted before shoving my mouth piece inside of my mouth. I waited until him and my trainer were out of the ring before reverting my attention over to Tom. He looked as ready as I was. Alright Tom, its on.
I advanced toward Tom and threw the first punch. I put quite alot of force into it also, making Tom stumble back a little. The crowd went crazy and everyone began shouting my name. I can't tell you how good it felt to punch him, this is exactly why I fell in love with fighting. Your adrenaline goes up and you suddenly feel like you can do anything. You feel in control, powerful, you get this feeling you can't get anywhere else.
I sucked in a sharp breath as Tom's fist collided with my stomach and then my face. I could hear the shouts of protest and profanities from the crowd, I could also hear Paul shouting orders at me.
"HANDS UP HARRY!" He shouted over the crowd. And I did as I was told. Tom was now on top of me, throwing punches everywhere he could. Little did he know I was just trying to tire him out, so I could attack. The funny thing is he always falls for it, I swear he is so gullible sometimes.
Though, there was something different about him this time. His punches were ten times stronger than they were before. I noticed that last night also when he assaulted me. When did he suddenly get so strong?
"FIGHT BACK BITCH!" Tom shouted at me. I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to make me angry. Angry to the point I wasn't thinking, but Paul already told me not to fall for that. I could hear the sound of those two bells again, signaling there was a time out. "MOTHER OF FUCK!" Tom shouted, giving me one last blow before walking over to his corner.
I wasted no time to get up and jog over to Paul and my trainer. I collapsed onto the stool and opened my mouth so my trainer could take my mouth piece out. I took my water bottle from him and squirted a little in my mouth before pouring most of it on my face.
"Okay Harry new plan I don't know what the hell Tom is on, but he does not look even a little tired. The punches he was throwing at you looked immensely painful!" I could hear Paul shout. "Your going to have to just go in, use the techniques I taught you. And don't forget to use your head, don't let your anger over power your thoughts. Paul shouted, whilst my trainer wiped my neck with a towel.
I just nodded before I heard those two bells again. I let my trainer put my mouth piece in before standing back up. Tom wasted no time advancing towards me, he missed on the first few punches. I think he got tired of missing so he finally pushed me back into the railing of the ring. Can I just tell you, yes the railing has cushions, but on the inside it has metal. So that coming in contact with my bare back hurt like shit.
I could feel Tom's fist slam on my face, this time I wasn't prepared for that.
"Harry!" I heard someone from the crowd shout. Usually I would ignore them, but I could recognize that voice from a mile away.
"Cara?" I said as Tom threw me onto the ground and began throwing punches. I immediately put my hands up. What was she doing here, maybe that wasn't her, was she okay? All these questions were spinning around in my head and I could feel myself getting angrier. I finally found the strength to roll over, so that's what I did. Once I was on top of Tom I carefully scanned the crowd until my eyes landed on those familiar hazel ones. I knew it!
I could see her start to back away, but before I could do anything I felt Tom's fist collide with my nose. And right then and therein when....I snapped.
***
Caroline's P.O.V
I quickly made my way into the crowded building. I knew there was going to be alot of people, but I never expected this many people. I would expect to see this many people at the super bowl not a little fight match. I could almost feel all the blood draining from my face when I saw Liam's car parked in the parking lot. Shit! He is here!
I moved my hair a little so it was covering the sides of my face. I can't risk Liam seeing me here. Not after all the times I already disobeyed him.
I looked at the mass of men that were in here. Some even gave me weird glances. Some even did a double take. What's there problem it's like they have never seen a girl before.
I pulled the zipper of my leather jacket up before entering the main gym. It was a crowded mess, people were shouting, and screaming like maniacs. I had to put my hands up to my ears just to muffle out all the noise.
When my eyes finally reverted to the ring and who was fighting I had to get a closer look. I began pushing through the crowd, occasionally saying 'excuse me'. When I was close enough I looked up and noticed those brown curls. He had a few bruises on his arms and torso, I wanted so bad to observe them and see if he was okay. He seemed to be, and his cast was still on so that was also a plus.
His opponent on the other hand looked scratch free. I mean he did have a few bruises on his face, but other than that he was okay. I stared at him closely the way his eyebrows furrowed as he hit my Har- I mean Harry. He didn't look like someone I should mess with. I was just happy it wasn't Jake Harry was fighting. Okay, maybe I already knew there was really no way he could be fighting Jake, but I still wanted to come and see if this is where Liam came. And by the looks of his car outside I was right, but as I observed the gym there was no sign of Liam or Dani anywhere. Where are they?
I was interrupted out of my thoughts by a loud slam, I looked up to see Harry trapped between the edge of the ring and his scary opponent. I practically jumped out of my skin when his opponent slammed his fist onto Harry's face.
"Harry!" I shouted, but quickly covered my mouth as soon as I did. I watched as Harry's opponent pulled him onto the matt before getting on top of him, he began throwing punches everywhere. Suddenly, Harry pushed him off and rolled on top of him. But instead of punching, he looked like he was observing the crowd.
I was confused as to why at first, that was until his eyes landed on me. I practically froze in place, his eyes were blazing with anger burning right through me. I began to back away immediately, I just had to get out of there.
I began walking towards the entrance until I felt a tug on my wrist pulling me into the girls restroom. I was fully prepared to scream until I felt a petite hand lightly cup my mouth. The hand surprisingly smelled like perfume and had red nails? I looked up to see Danielle staring back at me.
"Dani what the fuck? You scared me to death!" I said as I tried to control my breathing.
"You should just be thankful I saw you before your brother did." She responded, putting a hand on her hip. I just gave a small guilty smile."I mean what is up with you two? You guys used to be so happy with each other. Now every night Liam is always worried about you, and he's always grumpy." Danielle confessed. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her, there was so much she didn't know. She knew Jake and I broke up but she didn't know why, or about what happened that night.
Danielle is a great girl, and a close friend. I knew I could trust her with any secret. I mean she's practically hiding from her own boyfriend just to make sure I don't get in trouble. I knew she wouldn't repeat any of this to any other human being in the world so I told her...everything.
I told her about Jake hitting me and cheating, Liam changing after they broke up, me drinking and my accident. I told her how I met Harry the night Jake chased me, and how I woke up in this very gym with Harry. I also told her about our date and our first kiss and how he was a totally different person that night. I explained to her that Harry was the one fighting tonight, and when I told her it was the one with the curls, she gave me a smile and a wink as if to say 'good job girl'. I even told her about Harry and Liam's fight.
When I was finally done she just stood there for a second trying to process everything. I purposely left out all the intimate times me and Harry have had. That was only for me and him to know.
"Wow," She finally said. I just nodded my head as if to say 'I know'. "You've been through quite alot." She laughed, but I knew she was being serious.
It felt good to get all of that off of my chest. Especially since I know she will never tell another soul what I just told her. Unless I ask her to at least.
"Well? Do you love Harry?" Danielle suddenly asks.
Her question caught me off guard, I honestly had no idea how to answer that.
***
Harry P.O.V
I began pounding on Tom's face with my cast fist, just because I thought it was more painful. I ignored all the shouts from Paul telling me to calm down. I let the anger take over me.
"NO MERCY!!!"
The fighter inside of me shouted, and for some reason I missed that evil voice. For the first time ever I am glad to be putting someone out of their misery. Some of the anger is towards Tom and what he did, but most of it is towards Cara. I told her to go straight home, she fucking promised me!
I slammed my fist down on Tom's face again. Making the crowd go wild, giving me all the encouragement I need. He was trying to hit me back, which was a rookie mistake because his face was out in the open. I grunted as I grabbed him by his hair and slammed his head back onto the matt. At this point it was almost impossible for him to keep his eyes open, he was barely even moving anymore and his blood was everywhere. I knew if I beat him anymore, he would go unconscious...or into a fucking coma.
I could hear those two bells again signaling a time out. I slowly got off of Tom's body giving him a kick in his torso, before stomping over to my corner. Paul had his hands crossed and he looked pissed. Yeah well you're not the only one Paul. Some may say I'm taking this out of proportion, but I hate it when people lie to me, especially when she promised. I would have expected this by anyone, but not her. I actually trusted her.
And I usually don't trust people...
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Paul shouted at me over the shouting crowd.
"Fighting?" I responded, yeah, when I am pissed, I turn into a annoying smart ass. I didn't even bother sitting down, I snatched my towel from the trainer and wiped some of Tom's blood off of my hand. There was a little on my cast, but I just decided I would go get a new one later.
"Harry you're acting and speaking through anger! Have you forgotten everything I taught you!?" Paul shouted again, not fazed by my sudden change of attitude.
"I'm winning aren't I!? So what's your fucking problem?" I shouted at him, more pissed now than I was before.
"Harry it's not all about winning damn it!" Paul shouted "You can't live your life getting through all your problems with anger. Yes it probably works now, but what happens when you're older? You can't get angry every time there's a problem! I am just your coach Harry I know, but I also want the best for you in life when you finally stop fighting. I jus-"
"I am never going to stop fighting!" I interrupted Paul, who does he think he is telling me what I am and am not going to do with my life. It's my fucking life! I'll choose what I wanna do with it on my own time. Right now I just wanted to punch something, when are those damned bells going to ring again.
"Harry I just want the best for you, I promised your fa-"
"Piss off!" I shouted in his face, never letting him finish his sentence. Finally I heard the sound of the bells indicating that it was time for the final match.
I tore my glare away from Paul and stared straight at Tom. He looked more awake this time, just a little dizzy. I smirked as I advanced toward him, but before I could throw a punch I felt his own fist collide with my jaw. Shouts of protest were shouted from the crowd as he began punching me in my torso.
When I finally had enough I stood up and sucker punched him in his jaw, making both his feet leave the matt. I waited until his back hit the floor until I quickly climbed onto him and started pounding his face.
"You thought you could get away with what you did!?" I shouted at Tom "You just never learn." And with that I flipped him over so he was laying on his stomach. I was quick with my hands to maneuver them around Toms back legs and arms. He let out a shriek in pain, I didn't blame him though, I wouldn't even want to be in his position right now.
"ONE! TWO! THREE!" The referee shouted as his hands slapped the matt three times. I heard the way too familiar sound of the three bells ringing, indicating that I had just won...again.
I immediately got off of Tom and threw my hands up in the air. The crowd went absolutely berserk. They were all hollering and cheering like maniacs. I could just imagine it when I get older, I haven't really told Paul yet, but I wanted to drop out of school and become a UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) fighter. That Vincent guy i've been dying to fight was an MMA fighter for the UFC and that's exactly what I want to be someday.
I looked over at Paul only to see him shaking his head in disappointment. What the fuck? I just won fifty thousand dollars and he's upset? Whatever let him be upset all he wants i'm not going to let him ruin my night. I threw my hands up again and absorbed the shouts, and screams, and the chants of my name. This right here is what I live for...
~
After shaking a bunch of hands and talking to a bunch of uninteresting people, I finally made it inside the locker room. I collapsed onto the bench. The cold metal of the bench felt amazing against my burning skin. When I looked down at my phone that's when I remembered it, Cara. She was here, she came here when I fucking told her not to! What if Tom saw her, he would make my life miserable. Well it's not like he would know I had any association with her, but still, I don't even like her in he same room as him.
For some reason an image of Tom touching her came into my head. I could feel my heart beat picking up as I stood up and grabbed the bench below me. I quickly threw it across the locker room with a loud grunt.
I then closed my eyes and began punching the lockers. I imagined I was punching Tom again, only for some odd reason his body was as hard like metal and it was cold. I got one more punch in before leaning my head against the lockers, trying to control my breathing. Suddenly I could hear what sounded like the locker room doors slamming open.
"Get out Paul," I mumbled without hesitation. I kept my head against the lockers facing away from the door.
When he didn't say anything I finally got angry and turned around.
"Paul I said get the fuck ou-" I didn't get to finish my sentence when I saw who was standing there.
"And we meet again," He glared at me.
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