"No you hang up". Straight up SWOONED watching this whole video. He's so cute. And if I don't get tickets to at least one show on his whole week on late late I'll die.

Okay, enjoy!

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It took me forty five minutes to reach the damn front of the line.

Forty fucking five minutes, and I'd lost any ounce of patience in me a good forty minutes ago. The people in the line behind me were too close for comfort and I was sure they didn't know the meaning of personal space. My hand was permanently clutched to my bag too, after catching several men leaning against the wall eyeing it. Looking around, I saw I was the only girl carrying one and that along with the fact I was dressed like a nun compared to them-, I stood out like a sore thumb.

Once the guard let the person in front of me go in, his beady dark eyes fell on me. His eyebrows raised and he looked me over, scrutinizing my attire with a displeased frown. He was intimidating, with his bulging muscles and his bulky shoulders. Yet still, I was driven with motivation to get inside and find the hell out what my boyfriend was up to.

"Can I go in or-?" I asked, my tone dropping with impatience. I could care less about how rude I sounded at the moment.

His eyes swept over me once more before he looked me in the eye and held his palm out. "Twenty bucks to get in."

I frowned but nonetheless, dug my hand into my bag and blindly searched it for the loose cash I knew was in there. Once I felt the paper in my fingers, I pulled it out and slapped the two tens in his open palm. He looked down at it, eyeing the money before nodding and stepping aside. "Go on in."

"Thanks."

"Have fun." He sounded amused and I ignored the way he seemed to be mocking my mere presence. Sending him a glare, I held my bag close and pushed the curtain aside to go in. I halted for a moment, unsure of where exactly to go when one side was a long dark hallway and the other side had another curtain. I didn't want to ask the rude guard for help so I hesitantly pushed the curtain back to see a long staircase, a door at the bottom of it to which another guard stood at. As if sensing my uncertainty, he waved me over with a brief jerk of his head. Sucking in a breath, I walked down the stairs and pressed my lips together when I met the second guard's eyes. He gave me a once over just like the other but he seemed not to care enough to mock me for how different I looked compared to the rest of the people walking in here. He stepped out of the way and opened the door for me and I mumbled a quiet 'thank you' before walking in. His response was slamming the door behind me and I forgot to scoff at his rudeness when the loud music mixed with various voices filled my ears.

Focusing on my surroundings, I saw that I stood in a place that looked like it had been a club in the past. The room, with its concrete walls- was huge and was filled with well over four hundred people. The heat from all the bodies made it feel stuffy and it was hard to see over anyone's head. How the hell was I supposed to find Harry in here?

I took a deep breath and began the journey to get to the middle of the room. Pushing through bodies and giving up on trying to say 'excuse me' when no one moved. At this rate, I didn't care anymore if I was shoving people. Harry could be gone by now for all I knew but I had to look around first before I relented and went back home. I hadn't came this far for nothing.

I think I might of been halfway to the middle when people around me started cheering, their arms raising in the air. With wide eyes I looked around, just as a loud voice cut through the music and spoke into the speakers that were surrounding the room. "Brooklyn! Who's readyyyy?" The loud voice drawled out and the crowd lost it, screaming and cheering in excitement. "We've got one hell of a fight tonight so If you haven't already, place your bets at the table in the back! Who's it gonna be? Rick, or Styles?"

Styles. As in Harry? I froze at the possibility, eyes widening when everyone around me went crazy again. Their jumping caused my body to be jostled between them and I sucked in a breath, holding onto my bag tightly. I needed to find Harry and ask him what the fuck was going on. So I tried to make my way through the rest of the crowd when someone knocked into my shoulder. It sent me flying into someone else's back, nearly knocking them on the ground. I opened my mouth to apologize but stilled when the person turned around.

"Emmeline?" Cameron's eyes widened and her face drained of its color. Her gray hair was up in a high messy pony tail, her makeup perfectly intact and she was clad in a pair of jean shorts and fitted tank top. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" She didn't wait for me to answer and her eyes flew over the crowd. "Harry told you about the fight?"

"The fight?" I repeated, my anger suddenly spiking and Cameron's eyes flew back to my face. She clamped her mouth shut in realization. "He didn't tell me anything. What the fuck is going on?"

"You shouldn't be here." I heard her mumble and she reached for my arm, trying to turn me back from where I came but I shrugged her off. "Emmeline, seriously, you shouldn't be here. This place isn't safe."

"So then why is Harry here?" I demanded and turned my eyes to look around the crowd. "Where is he?"

"How did you know he was here if he didn't tell you?"

"I followed him." I replied carelessly. I couldn't give a crap if it sounded bad, Harry lied to me and he was in the wrong here. "Where is he?"

She didn't answer me right away and for a moment, I thought she might of walked away but when I looked back to where she had been standing, there she still was. She bit down hard on her lip, a torn look on her face before she cursed and ran her fingers through her pony tail. "He's in the back. Getting ready for the fight."

"The fight?" I repeated and though I was sure I already knew, I still asked. "He's fighting?"

She slowly nodded and I turned back to my surroundings, my eyes finally focusing on the ring that sat in the middle of the whole room. How I hadn't noticed it before was beyond me, but once I had my eyes flickered up to a large sign that hung from the ceiling above it. Rick vs. Styles.

"Look, maybe you should just go home. Talk to him when he's finished but this place-, fuck he's going to blow through the roof if he knows you're here."

"Let him know." I seethed quietly, jaw clenching in anger. "I want him to know."

Cameron didn't respond and I looked back at her to find her staring at me with wide eyes. I raised my eyebrows and she shook her head, sighing to herself. "I told him this wasn't a good idea and he should of told you."

The fact that he was intentionally keeping this from me only made me angrier and I pressed my lips together. Crossing my arms over my chest, I kept my gaze locked on the ring. "Yeah well, he didn't."

"Just let him explain." Cameron tried but I shook my head.

"When does he fight?"

She looked at her watch. "Any minute now."

I breathed deeply out through my nose and crossed my arms. I didn't like this one bit, more so because he lied to me about it but either way I was staying. Whether Harry liked it not. Cameron seemed to understand this and she sighed in defeat, grabbing my forearm. "Alright, let's get a better spot then."

She lead me through the crowd, pushing people out of her way with more ease than I had. We moved closer to the front but off to the side where there was concrete steps in the area that the floor inclined higher. I thought it was a random place for steps but Cameron lead us straight to it and moved up to the first step, her head automatically coming above the tall man that stood in front of her.

"Come up, you'll be able to see better." She gestured me forward and I moved up on the step, my eyes falling back to the ring. I could see it almost perfectly now and though there were some heads still blocking my face, It was enough.

"How long has he been doing this?" I asked, my tone flat as I looked around the rowdy crowd. When Cameron didn't respond, I turned my head sideways to look at her. She had her lips pressed together and her eyes on the ring but she was well aware of my stare.

"I don't know, when I met him he'd already been doing it." She paused and sucked in a breath. "I really think you should just wait and talk to him. It's not my place to tell you."

"This whole week when he was in the gym with you, he was preparing for this, wasn't he?" I spoke aloud, suddenly hit with a wave of realization. All the nights he came in super late, exhausted and with that bruise on his rib. I fucking knew it wasn't a machine. He had lied to me. Again.

"Well, yeah." Cameron muttered and I frowned even more. How many times had he lied to my face about fighting? Whenever he told me he was off doing homework, was he really? Or was he doing this? What about that time he told Barbra he'd gotten jumped? Was it because he had really been involved in one of these fights? It was pissing me off the more I thought it over.

I breathed out of my mouth angrily. "I'm going to kill him." It came out in a whisper but I knew Cameron heard me by the way she tensed. Before either one of us could say anything else though, the music that was on the speakers stopped and the crowd started screaming again. It was like their signal, but being that it was my first time, I looked around in anticipation. "It's starting." Cameron told me when she saw the perplexed look on my face. "He's going to come out right now."

"Lovely." I mumbled.

"Alright fuckers, it's the moment you've all been betting on!" The announcer spoke and now that I was able to see the ring, I noticed a man probably in his mid thirties with a buzz cut holding a mic in the middle of it. "The first opponent-, you've all heard of him! He's big, rough around the edges, and someone you don't want to mess with! With twelve fights he's come out all undefeated, here's Rick!"

The crowd went wild and my eyes scanned the front until they landed on the other side of the room where the people had parted. Leaving a trail for him to walk through, my eyes fell on a guy probably around his early twenties walking up to the ring. He had dark hair, brown eyes, a beard and the announcer was right- he was big.

Not big as in really tall, but he was without a doubt muscular. More than Harry and his face even looked as if it was bulging with muscle. He screamed danger and strength, watching him walk up to the ring suddenly made me nervous for Harry. My anger slipped away slightly as I watched Rick hop on the ring and move to one side, where another guy met up with him and helped him tape his knuckles.

"Where are his gloves?" I asked Cameron without taking my eyes off of him.

"This is Underground fighting," she responded and I briefly looked at her when she paused. "There are no gloves."

The thought of Harry getting hit without some kind of protection worried me some more and I shifted anxiously. The crowd was still screaming and I swallowed thickly, staring at Rick who seemed emotionless to the crowd's chants of his name. Oh god, were all these people here for him?

"Our other opponent-, he's fast, strong, has got one mean uppercut, and well- he's every girl's wet dream! With ten fights all undefeated, here's Styles!"

The crowd cheered and if I wasn't mistaken- louder than they had for Rick. My eyes scanned the crowd again in search of him and stopped when the crowd near my side started to part. I inhaled quickly when I caught sight of his head of curls before he reached the front where the ring was and I could see him fully. The first thing I noticed was that, he was shirtless. He only wore a pair of black basketball shorts and his knuckles and wrists were covered in that white tape. It almost felt like I was dreaming, seeing him here in this kind of environment so I stared almost robotically as he jumped up on the ring. He moved to the opposite side from where Rick was and my stomach turned uneasily at how they were looking at each other. It was obvious that they both planned on walking away a winner but, well, it could only actually be one of them.

"What happens if he wins?" I asked without taking my eyes off Harry.

"He wins money." Cameron responded but I didn't bother asking anymore when the guy who had been announcing them waved them both forward. I watched as the announcer said something to them and they briefly knocked each other's fist. Then the announcer stepped back, quickly hopping out of the ring just before a loud horn went off.

My eyes widened when Rick immediately swung at Harry and my breath hitched. Harry was fast though and he dodged it, like he'd seen it coming. They both bounced on their feet, circling one another. At first they'd tried to throw a few punches at each other but they either both blocked it or dodged. Minutes went by with just that and the crowd was becoming restless, screaming for them to do something. They wanted action and their pressure was making even me anxious that it wasn't surprising when Rick out of nowhere, lifted his leg and kicked Harry in the rib.

I gasped and my hands automatically flew up to hold my head. I didn't want to see this, fuck. Yet at the same time I was afraid if I looked away, something was going to happen to him. So I was forced to watch and I bit hard on my lip when I noticed Harry wince, his jaw clenching. He'd kicked him where he still had that large bruise and I was sure it was still very sensitive. Rick tried to kick him again but this time, Harry saw it coming and blocked the hit with his arm. His hand managed to grab Rick's ankle and it caused Rick to lose his balance. Harry tugged on it and then, Rick was falling back on the floor. Harry quickly took advantage and straddled him before sending a quick and hard punch to his face. Despite me wanting Harry to win and not knowing Rick, the hit still made me flinch. It looked painful.

People were shouting Harry's name, cheering him on until Rick did this weird move where he managed to get his leg up and hook it around Harry's neck. He knocked Harry off of him and I found myself practically bouncing on my feet in anxiousness. Rick immediately took the position Harry had moments ago, straddling his waist before throwing a punch to his face.

This time, I wasn't able to keep watching and I looked away. A strangled sound coming out of my mouth when I heard the echo of another hit, cheers following it right after. My stomach was twisting sickly but I forced my eyes back onto the ring, finding Rick still on Harry. He went in for another hit but Harry blocked it with his forearm and immediately threw his other fist up to punch him in the throat. Rick lost the upper hand then, his hands flying up to his throat as he choked on air. Harry knocked him off and instantly jumped to his feet, his jaw red from the hits he'd received. Sweat glistened over his torso and chest, perspiration lining his hairline as he breathed hard. He circled Rick who was still on the ground before kicking him in the gut. I winced at the sound of it, no doubt that it hurt painfully if I could hear it from where I stood.

Another kick was sent into his gut and he momentarily curled up in pain. But then, he swept his foot out quickly and knocked Harry off his feet. He fell on his back and my hands flew over my mouth when I saw him grit his teeth in pain, eyes briefly squeezing shut. The rest happened all so fast. One second Harry was the one with the upper hand and the next, Rick was on his feet and kicking Harry repeatedly in the ribs. I lost count of how many times it happened but I could see Harry was losing his strength, his body curling in on itself the more he was struck. Tears began to prick my eyes and my hand over my mouth shook. Any anger I'd felt towards him was gone at the moment and replaced with worry and fear for him. I just wanted him to get up and win this.

"Come on, Harry." I mumbled into my palm and it was as if he'd heard my quiet voice above everyone else. He gasped, and just before Rick's foot could connect with his gut again, he caught it in both hands and twisted it at an odd angle. A scream emitted from Rick right then and Harry released him. Rick fell on his own while Harry rolled far enough away and out of his reach, his face contorting with exertion as he tried to get up on his feet. He stumbled for a moment once he was, leaning up against the ropes of the ring while his eyes blinked and focused on his opponent. Rick managed to move up on his knees and Harry swayed as he pushed himself away from the ropes. He closed the distance between him and Rick, then sent his fist into his face. Rick swayed on his knees but he didn't fall and his eyes blinked repeatedly, blood suddenly oozing out of his nose. The crowd grew impossibly louder with anticipation and Harry took an uneasy step back, one hand holding his ribs. He gritted his teeth and then took a visible breath before bringing his foot back and swinging it quickly up across Rick's face.

My eyes widened as Rick's face flew sideways before he crumpled to the floor. His back hitting the ring was loud and echoed through out the room like another signal as to who the winner was. Everyone around me screamed, arms simultaneously throwing themselves up into the air as they all cheered. Even Cameron beside me clapped and jumped up before throwing her arms above her head.

"Yes!" She said between clenched teeth then cupped her hand around her mouth. "Way to go Harry!"

Watching her cheer for him brought me out of my shocked state and slowly, I brought my hands away from my mouth to clap. My eyes were trained on Harry as he breathed hard out of his mouth, his eyebrows pulled lowly over his eyes. The announcer jumped back onto the ring, his mic at his mouth. "And we've got a winner!" He shouted as he walked up to Harry and grabbed his wrist, raising it high in the air between them. "Give it up for Styles!"

The crowd cheered once more while I continued to clap, relief flooding my body as I breathed out through my mouth. The breath I hadn't realized I've been holding escaping. The sickly feeling I had felt was passing and now that I could see Harry was physically going to be okay, my previous anger began to return. Pressing my lips together as it rose, I kept my gaze on Harry as his eyes swept over the crowd. He didn't smile at the cheers around him-, in fact, his face held no emotion. At least, until his eyes suddenly landed on my face.

Immediately, his back straightened and his eyes widened. Mouth gaping open as he stared back at me while I continued to clap. I held no expression on my face as I did so and his eyebrows pulled together, his features twisting with something I hadn't even seen on him during the fight. Fear.

"Shit." I heard Cameron mumble beside me and I tore my eyes away from Harry to see her glancing between Harry and I. "He's going to be so pissed."

"I doubt any more than I am." I told her and she shut her mouth. My eyes fell back on Harry and I stopped clapping, moving to cross my arms instead. His gaze was locked with mine and I watched him swallow visibly, briefly tearing his eyes away to move off of the ring. He followed the announcer and the crowd seemed to slowly disperse while others tried to get Harry's attention. I didn't fail to notice that most of them were girls with short skirts and plunging necklines. He ignored them though and the moment his feet were back on regular ground, his eyes darted back to me. He followed after the announcer who was moving to the back where Harry had entered and he glanced at Cameron beside me. His jaw clenched and then he jerked his head.

"Alright," Cameron sighed and looked at me almost fearfully. "I'll take you to the back."

Knowing that's exactly where Harry was going, I eagerly hopped down from the step and followed after Cameron. Her hand was on my forearm, making sure she didn't lose me in all the bodies surrounding us. I elbowed my way when people nearly separated us and finally, we reached the back. There was a steel door and Cameron didn't hesitate to push it open, pulling me into a long hallway. There were dim lights casted through out it and immediately, my gaze fell on the sweaty boy who stood against the wall at the end of it. His arms were crossed over his chest, knee bent while one foot was perched against the wall. His head raised at the sound of the steel door closing behind us and I literally saw the anger suddenly appearing in his eyes. He stood up straight, face twisted with frustration as he suddenly stalked towards us. Growing angrier at the fact he had the nerve to be mad at me, I stormed up to him as well. Ignoring Cameron's voice that tried to call me back, my jaw was clenched until I met him half way.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He hissed out the moment he stood in front of me.

"I followed you," I admitted and jabbed my finger in his chest. "And I had every right! You were lying to my face."

Guilt flooded his expression but I could see he was clearly still angry. He clenched his jaw and looked away, running his fingers through his unruly hair. "I can explain." He told me and sighed, turning to look back at me with less frustration. "When we get home, alright?"

"No! Not alright!" I stomped my foot like a child. "You didn't lie to me once, not twice-, but several times! And what are you doing fighting? Isn't this illegal?"

"Yes, which is exactly why you shouldn't even be here." He said between gritted teeth. "Not to mention it's not safe walking these streets. Did you come here alone?"

"I did say I followed you." I pointed out and he shook his head. "What? I'm alive and fine, aren't I? Which is more than I can say for you! You're going to get yourself hurt or worse-, killed out there!"

"You're overreacting." He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, dropping them by his side afterwards. "Em, please can we just talk about this at home? If you'll let me explain."

"Yes, please explain why you lied to me and why you feel the need to do this? What? Was assisting in a kidnapping not enough?" The moment I say it, I know it's a low blow but I'm too worked up to apologize or take it back right now. Harry though, doesn't seem hurt by it and instead clamps his hand over my mouth. In one swift moment he has me pressed up against the wall, forehead almost touching mine as his eyes flicker down to both ends of the hallway before meeting my eyes. He licks his bottom lip and his gaze holds a firm warning. "Em? Baby? I'm going to need you to shut up. You want to make jabs at me like that, then fine. I know I deserve it. But I'm not going to do this with you here. I love you, but I will drag you out of here and carry your ass home if I have to."

I swallowed thickly, my heart thumping quickly at both his declaration of love and his threat. Staring back at him, I stood silently as he arched an eyebrow when I didn't respond. "Got it?"

Breathing out through my nose, I nodded robotically and his hand fell away from my mouth. It came down to rest against the wall beside my head and his arms were caging me in. Green eyes stared down at me and god, it could of been the worst time for it but I felt the tension between us building at our close proximity. Both our anger only fueling it. Ignoring it, I met his eyes challengingly and glared at him with my lip curling.

"Relax, babe." His thumb tapped my bottom lip. "You'll get to chew me out when we're home."

"Can't fucking wait." I seethed quietly and his lip twitched in what could of been a smirk. I narrowed my eyes, daring him to smile when I was this pissed off. He stared once more before pulling away and taking a step back.

"Stay here." He told me firmly, turning his back on me as he began to move back down the hallway.

"Where are you going?" I demanded, my tone laced with my impatience and irritation.

"To collect my money." He answered without turning around, only pausing once he reached the other door at the end of the hallway. He looked back at me with a raised eyebrow and his eyes were threatening. "Don't wander off. If you're not here when I come back I will make good on my threat. I'm not kidding; I'll drag you home if I need to."

Glaring at him again, I crossed my arms but leant my back against the wall in reluctance. "Bite me."

"I just might." He threw back and I bristled, my eyes throwing daggers at his face before he turned and opened the door. I stared after him until he closed it behind him, my head lightly falling back against the wall. I'd wait here like he told me to but I was going to let him have it once we got home. And he'd give me every answer I demanded if he cared at all about this relationship.

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So who enjoyed the fight? Gotta make Harry the winner cause he's a winner in my eyes. Lmao

Questions:

Does Harry really have any right to be mad that Em is there?

Theories for next chapter?

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