The Boxer Series

ying them with a towel took too long for them to dry. The tall boy slung his dufflebag over his

t!" he spat. Harry slicked his tongue over his teeth, trying to keep from punching

he pushed past his elder. Harry muttered curses under his breath as Matt hollered after him. He hon

he car to escape the cold, London night air. He couldn't help but notice a figure on the sidewalk near

his car window. Ultimately, Harry shrugged, not bothering to go and speak to her. What was the poi

me unless he got a text about a party or decided to go out and find one. As Harry contemplated how his night would go, his phone vibrated in the seat next

party t

p and a matching pair of black skinny jeans. He checked his phone and wallet in his pockets before heading to the doo

sent them a curt smirk and wave, receiving a few wolf whistles in return. Nothing he hadn't experienced before and he honestly didn't ca

ey circled the club from above. He pushed through the dancing bodies around him until he got the bar,

boy grinned, handing his friend a drink. Harry smiled in t

im, but Harry shut people out so much, Louis wasn't really sure if Harry could tell he cared at all.??But, he knew Harry thought of him more

ad others; he just

tip of his thumb as he scanned the club, looking for someone suitable to take home tonight if he felt up to it. Lately, Harry had been feeling a bit down. He was starting

ated him, although it wasn't like it was a surprise. Harry won nearly every match he had. And he was well known for it. Anyone in the boxing world knew of Harry Styles. Starting off

into his first match. When they young boy came out victorious and ran into the locker to tell him, Levy was nowhere to be found. Disap

Louis pointed to a group at one of the far off booths. It was occupied by about

staring her down and wondering what the

and was about an inch shorter than Louis. She smiled at the man next to her but the

Max was a 'hump and dump' kind of man and everyone knew it. Harry furrowed his eyes

not his normal type."? By normal

ng, so I'm not quite sure how long it'll last."? Harry 'hmphed', shrugging it off.

alking over. Harry followed, weaving through the dancing bodies and waltzing up to the booth. He didn't necessarily 'greet'

d tell otherwise. Or at

y's P

ight and his hair sat in messy ringlets atop his head. I had the

table and I angrily swatted him away. "Stop,"

lid out of the booth. "I'm going to get a drink. Stay here."

had caught me staring at him twice this evening, but I guess when he was boxing it was normal;

His voice was extremely deep de

him. . . that is why you date people, right?" I replied, trying to make a sli

and you're dating that?"

ght after night with different girls," Harry looked sli

just wonder why someone so innocen

skank. . . a tale as old as time,"?I m

in, h

hen I'm not drinking," a slight smirk crossed Harr

ype to go after someone so innocent, at least from what I've seen. I shrugged and l

houlders and chest. ?I looked up, glancing at Harry. His eyes were focused on my face as the music blared around us. For dancin

dn't know why I was. I had a boyfriend and I didn't think of H

y." oh

ng Max a few feet away, fuming.

She's dancing," Harry repl

the club. "I'm your fucking boyfriend, Cryssy! What the FUCK?" he growled, sla

se and I felt my cheek begin to sting. My jaw dropp

fucking him," he hissed, p

.? He laughed as I weakly

ad down to the crook of my neck. I looked away, squeezing my eyes shut as he roughly sucked the sensitive skin. I w

d Harry stalked over to him. He hissed something at him before walking the other way. I watched as he left, trying to find the will to move, but I couldn't bring my legs to work. So, instead, I stayed leaning against the wall, shaking, unt