The Boxer Series

house for the evening. Pulling open one of the large double doors he headed inside, spotting his coach in the ring with one of the newbies. Harry rolled his eyes and headed for the locker

r is beginning to get to the best of you."? The younger boy rolled his eye

the ring and dipping under the chords. The newbie inside quickly exited at the

e few blows he took last night. Matt followed him into the ring and

" Harry glared at Matt. He knew Harry didn't do

use

ry was better than hurting him for trying to help. So, Harry did as he was told and pul

t no

mixed martial arts."

That's practical

xer, you box. You don't use things like karate

en stronger than most of the older boxers, as well. But unknown to Harry, Matt knew exactly what he was doing. By mixing kara

harp and precise, causing Harry to grunt in pain when he tried to strike back.

ntil you know my weakness! You know this!" Harry growled in response, trying to strike again. But this time, Matt dropped to the floor and swung his leg

ell Matt!"

mself off impatiently, glaring at his coach. Others around them only stared;

returned to whatever they were supposed to be doing, which was mostly

d him forward. Matt rolled his eyes but sunk in

the gym and to the boxing arena. She immediately spotted Harry's tall figure in the ring, he looked like he was getting pounded in there. Grunts filled the air as a dark haired man threw swing a

er as he tried to block another one of Matt's strong blows

Cryssy before telling Matt he'd be back.? He slipped throu

smile, but felt slightly awkward under Harry's harsh gaze. It w

for taking care of Max for me. He

ing back to the locker r

dinner, or something. I mean, you really saved me back ther

pped in her tracks, fro

ped and turned to watch her with a small smirk on his lips. Feisty. Harry

day, Louis had called a few minutes ago to ask why Harry didn't

deal, okay? Why are you so mad I

ally exploded. "You're such a fucking stick in the m

've ever heard," Harry spat.

lly good for

do you wan

r out to

re ki

op

in

. Don't be late, Styles!" Harry rolled his eyes and hung up, threw his

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was. She was still trying to push how rude he was earlier out of her mind

othering to apologize for being

of the black Range Rover. At least he's somewhat of a gentleman, Cryssy thoug

ng," Harry st

ut

my dinner," Harry cut her o

usly,

uld someone go from saving her to being a

, turning her gaze to

so Louis will get off my back. You don't need to be

n attitude, I'll take the hint and go," she huffed, placing

the door. Cryssy jiggled the handle furio

fucking kidding

oing to

uired, giving Harry an annoyed look. He turned away, l

e, not that I didn't want

d you didn't want

ut up and be ci

one to

," Harry muttered more to himself, although Crys

known to have many celebrity visitors. It would also mean Louis would definitel

ious flashes went off as the well known boxer and his date traveled up th

y shrugged, waltzing up to the fron

ious

olitely. He had light blond hair, slicked back with tons of g

and on Cryssy's waist, dragging her with him. And, unknown to her, claiming her as his own when the other men around the restaurant eyed her. Harry was sure to

ry scowled. That was his job and this prick was making him look bad. Sure, she wasn't his girlfriend, but h

ulling out a notepad. Cryssy was about to speak, but H

look, his deep and menacing voice making him seem all the scarier. He ob

Cryssy huffed. Har

le growled as he picked up a

aybe you should take a

ou!" Cryssy's scowl

were j

s just making

uh huh.

over yo

one to

up so we can get th

rustrated Harry was getting. It was sorta . . .cute. Harry said nothing, only glared

ust as quiet. This time, Cryssy glared. Th