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I shut the car off as soon as I pull up in front of the building, lifting my hand and wiping my moist eyes with the back of my hand. I don't know why I'm even here, but after driving around for the past twenty minutes with no where to go, this is where I ended up.

Picking up my phone from the cup holder, I swipe the lock and go to my contacts, dialing Max as I hold the phone up to my ear.

I clear my throat so he can't hear that I've been crying, and take a deep breath before he picks up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" He says in his British accent.

"Hey," I glance out the window as I watch a few people walking up to the building. "I'm not going to make it to work today."

"Why? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I lie. "I'm just not feeling too good and think I should stay in bed for the night."

"Oh," His voice is distant from the phone for a moment as he talks to someone in the background, then the phone muffles as it's brought back to him. "I'll let management know then, I hope you feel better."

"Thanks," I watch a guy walk up to the building and start collecting my purse from the passenger's seat. "I got to go, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, get some rest!" I mutter an okay before I hang up, and open the door as I slide down from the car. I slowly walk up the building, sauntering through the entrance and glancing around at the other people in here. I smile politely at the women behind the counter, and fix my gaze on the rack of yoga pants that hang on a rack next to the counter.

"How much are these?" I ask her, pointing at the black yoga pants.

"Five Dollars." She answers.

I dig through my purse, and set a five dollar bill on the counter, then pull it off the rack. I glance around the gym to see a few guys are lifting weights, while some women are using the bikes. I glance to the back of the gym to see no one using the boxing section, and make my way down the aisle towards it. Before using it, I go in to the girl's bathroom that is right next to the boxing area, and walk into a stall to change out of my jeans. I pull the soft fabric up my legs, and wiggle in to them when I reach the top of my thighs. They are too tight on me, and I'm pretty sure I got the wrong size but it will have to do.

I trudge out of the bathroom and toss my purse on the floor next to the punching bag, and I tread towards the wall that holds the boxing gloves, picking up a pair that looks like the ones Harry had given me when he brought me here a few days ago. As I walk back to the bag I slip the gloves over my fingers, and strap them on tightly. Stopping in front of the bag, I stand there staring at it as I start to let myself think about what Harry had said to me back in the hotel room. My nostrils start to flare in anger and annoyance, and I lift my hands up in front of my face as I curl them into fists. I extend my arm and put all my strength into my arm as it connects with the bag. A loud bang echoes through out the gym, and I throw my other arm into the bag just as hard as the first time. I continue to punch the bag rapidly, seeing Harry's glare behind my eyes and it only adds more fuel to my fire. I don't know how long I punch the bag, but by the time I catch it as it swings towards me, I'm panting.

I lean against the bag as I hold it in my arms, and press my forehead to it as I take deep breaths through my nose and mouth to calm my rapid breathing.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

My eyes practically bug out of my head, as I quickly turn around to see Harry standing three feet away from me. He's wearing basketball shorts, and the same white t-shirt and green beanie he was wearing earlier. His eyes watch me carefully as I take a step away from him, and saunter to the water fountain to get a drink. I lean down to take a sip of the water, and when I stand back up Harry is standing right next to the boxing bag.

"I'll leave you to your bag." I say as I walk around him, and pick up my purse.

"You're leaving?" He asks.

"Yep." I turn to leave when his hand suddenly wraps around my wrist, keeping me in place. I flinch and snatch my arm away from him, glancing up at him to see the hurt expression on his face.

"Don't leave." He says so softly.

"Ha. Where were those words when I was walking out of the room?"

He presses his lips into a hard line, and shakes his head in annoyance. "I was still pissed at you. I still am."

"I'm pissed at you too." I huff.

He glances at the gloves that I hold in my hands, and his eyes flicker to the wall with the rest of the gloves on them as a smile starts to form on his lips.

"Box me then."

"Huh?" I ask, looking at him stupidly.

"Box me." He answers, as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"You want me to hit you?"

He shrugs and walks to the wall with the gloves on them, picking up a pair and sliding them on. "I know you want to hit me, plus, it's not like it'll hurt."

My eyes burn through the back of his head at his little insult and my irritation for him only grows more when he turns around and he has a smirk on his face. Not breaking eye contact with him, I throw my bag back on the floor and shove my hands through the gloves heatedly.

"Aw, did I hurt your feelings?" He mocks in a baby voice.

I move to stand on the mat. "Shut the hell up and get over here so you can get your ass kicked by a girl."

His eyes turn to slits as he moves towards the center of the mat, stopping a few feet in front of me. He lifts his hands up into fists into front of his face and I do the same, putting one foot in front of the other in a fighting stance.

He chuckles, his dimples deepening and shakes his head. "That's comedic."

I grunt and take a step forward as I swing my fist towards his face. I hit him in the jaw catching him off guard, and making his face turn the other direction. He turns back to look at me with his eyes wide in amazement, and smiles.

"Someone has been practicing."

"Shut up wimp." I provoke him.

His smirk drops from his lips and he takes a step towards me. I lift my arms to block my face as he takes a swing at me, hitting my arm instead. It doesn't hurt at all, and I can tell he's holding back.

"You hit like a girl."

He swings at me again, this time hitting my upper arm. It stings a little and I quickly take a hit at him, but he blocks it abruptly. I repeatedly keep throwing punches at him but he keeps blocking them. He makes a few good hits at me in the arms and stomach, but refuses to hit my face. Becoming bothered that I don't get any hits in I groan in frustration, and lift my leg as I kick his thigh.

He winces from the impact, then takes a step back, eyeing me. "Kicking is not allowed."

"You don't make the rules." I huff, and lift my leg to kick him again.

He catches my leg in his hand, making me lose my balance on my foot and falling to the mat. He tumbles down with me, my leg still in his grasp and I take the opportunity to kick him with my other leg. I kick him several times with my free leg and he reaches for it to stop me.

"STOP that fucking hurts like hell!"

"Good!" I continue to kick him until he catches my other leg in his arm, trapping me. I try to wiggle away from him but he has a hard grip on my legs. Remembering a move I saw on tv when I watched wrestling with my brother a few times, I lean forward and lift my upper body off the ground and sit up. Harry is sitting up on the floor with my legs gripped in his lap and an idea comes to mind. I quickly lean forward and put my hands to his shoulders, and put all my upper body weight on him, making him lean back on the mat. He loosens his grip on my legs from being in shock and I quickly swing them off, and rest each knee on the sides of him near his hips. I scoot up on him, and rest my ass on his lower stomach then lift my hands and try to punch him in the face. He lifts his arm to block it and sits up again, trying to turn me over. We stay like that for a few minutes, both of us trying to get the other on their back and roll around on the floor twisting our bodies in awkward ways to keep the other one down. If I wasn't so pissed with him, it'd be funny.

Losing my focus for a moment when Harry's mouth brushes mine, Harry takes the opportunity to grab a hold of me and flip me on my back, pinning my arms above my head. He sits on my stomach, holding most of his weight up and I try to pull out of his grip. When that doesn't work, I kick my legs out from under him, trying to kick his back but I am unable to reach.

"Stop." He says, as I keep trying to get away from him.

I still wiggle from under him and he tightens his grip around my arms, and leans forward, his face hovering over mine.

"Baby, stop."

My body goes limp from the new nickname, and my chest rises and falls quickly as I try to catch my breath. His green eyes search mine, and I can slowly feel my anger towards him vanishing the longer he stares at me.

"I'm sorry." He breathes, his breath hitting my cheek.

I turn my head to the side to keep from letting his eyes lure me in, but that becomes impossible when his lips brush my cheek and he kisses me lightly.

"I'm so sorry for getting angry and yelling." He kisses my cheek again. "And for letting you walk out." He kisses my jaw. " And for not letting you explain yourself." He kisses the corner of my mouth and I turn my head towards him, the tip of my nose brushing his when I do.

"It's okay." I breathe.

"No it's not." He kisses the tip of my nose, and rests his forehead to mine. "I'm terribly sorry. I know you're still angry, and I am too, but no more fighting. Let's just talk, like adults."

He pulls back slightly to study my face, and I nod slowly. He releases his grip around my wrists, and instead cups my face and brings his lips to mine, making my heart whole again.

He pulls back too soon, and gives me an eskimo kiss. "I missed this."

Me too, I think. Me too.

(Karry or Haydence?)