The Boxer Series

night, he did nothing but flirt with the new waitress. It pissed Cryssy off, and she swore she'd never bother with that ass-h

, with one last angry puff of air and kick to the corner of the table, she went

n't shut the fuck up the entire ride to drop her off, but something about her was different. She didn't fawn all ov

of a dick tonight. Plus, seeing her so upset made him slightly unco

" ?Cryssy was no different than other girl and he would cont

s Crys

esperately to fathom how this small girl was causing him

ng to Amanda, one of the workers who seemed to just?love?Louis' company. But as soon as Amanda caught sight of a bitter-looking Harry, she bid

he questioned like Harry

ker rooms. Louis followed, watching as Harry threw his bag down an

ause you were being your jerk self, which is easily fixable," Loui

e you, m

rd not to punch Louis, but he knew he was only saying it because he was right. He'd never admit to it, b

wered as he pulled on his boxin

me." Harry sighed, gnawing on the inside of his ch

emembe

oody bitch that

e time?" he nodded "Cryssy and I do t

tand up for herself. Lynn . . . Lynn just loved to fight. She loved making you feel like shit 'cause it made her feel better about herself. Now, trus

ng. But just as Louis was about to give in and leave, Harry call

ill be

the balls of his feet. Much to his displeasure, memories of his ex filled his thoughts. The last thing he want

she killed the very last piece of humanity within Harry's body. Did she cheat? Or just plain get up and leav

h a force you'd be knocked off your feet within a second. Harry knew he was powerful; he knew he was strong and smart, yet he never once br

anager (whom he rarely saw) made it quite clear to keep his image up. Harry hated the thought of having a manager?and an agent?always telling him what to do and where to be. He missed the da

urned to face him, pulling out his ear bud and looking a

had his reasons to be the equivalent of a bitter old man. Matt only knew of one friend Harry truly had, but he

rry being some big monster-like guy to most people, Harry was completely different aro

g, Harry always played with her and cooked her meals since she was so small when they were kids. Now that he was grown, he held the same protectiveness of children as he did over his sister. He t

is dimpled smile, which most people rarely saw, they knew he wasn't as bad as they thought. Matt took the older kids, knowing Harry didn't deal well with punks. So, Har

s training area, watched him. She fo

y's

ld in front of me, hitting my palms with all his might and barely making it move. He was only five and rem

ance. "This is stupid!" he cried, thro

ng in front of him to get on his

es

the hang of it and got muscles like these," I told him, pulling up my ar

ow

training if you ever want

atures carried a determined look as he soaked in my words. His t

hed. I turned my head, glaring at the snobby sixteen year-old who had snuck away from Matt's le

't want to deal with. Standing to my full height, I towered over him. Th

he stood his ground, obviously unaware of who I was

brat ain't getting a

you watch b

greatest boxers," he smirke

es?" the kid's eyes lit

! He's scary as all hell." My smirk grew, and as I was about to reply when Ma

?" he asked, grabbing the boys should

s in Harry Styles

Matt answere

Jimmy!" the teen spoke quickly before running back to

hat about?"

d before turning back to Jimmy and telling him