Chapter 2: Chapter2
#Chapter2
Harry walked into the gym the following morning feeling slightly off, but he blamed it on the fact that, unlike other nights he went to the club, he didn't head over to some random girl's 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 room, changing into some gym shorts and a grey tank top. He slung his boxing gloves over his shoulder, held his water bottle in one hand and sauntered out. Matt was immediately in his face.
/"Look, Harry, I know sine Levy left, training is all you got but your anger is beginning to get to the best of you./" The younger boy rolled his eyes, starting to pull on his boxing gloves while ignoring his coach's rant.
/"Lets box,/" was all he said, brushing past Matt before climbing up the side of the ring and dipping under the chords. The newbie inside quickly exited at the sight of Harry. No way was he getting caught up with someone like Harry Styles.
Harry hopped on the balls of his feet, loosening himself up from the few blows he took last night. Matt followed him into the ring and stood in front of him. /"You gonna fight me?/" Harry asked impatiently.
/"Nope, we are trying something different today,/" Harry glared at Matt. He knew Harry didn't do well with change. /"Take off the boxing gloves./"
/"Excuse you?/"
/"Off,/" Matt said firmly. Although Harry was big and scary to most people, Matt knew Harry was better than hurting him for trying to help. So, Harry did as he was told and pulled off his gloves, dropping them to the floor and kicking them to the side of the ring.
/"What now?/"
/"You're going to learn mixed martial arts./" Harry rose an eyebrow.
/"Are you serious? That's practically the same thi-/"
/"No, it's not,/" Matt cut him off. /"You're a boxer, you box. You don't use things like karate in your fighting. I'm going to teach you how./"
Harry rolled his eyes, thinking the whole thing ridiculous. He was one of the fastest and strongest boxers of his age and even stronger than most of the older boxers, as well. But unknown to Harry, Matt knew exactly what he was doing. By mixing karate into Harry's ability, it would also teach him to be calm and patient, which was exactly what he needed to tame his anger.
Matt was quicker than Harry expected, striking clean and fast. The hit's were sharp and precise, causing Harry to grunt in pain when he tried to strike back. Harry's punches seemed slower and more labored than Matt's more effortless ones.
/"Focus, Harry,/" Matt tried to guide. Harry, of course being stubborn, ignored him and tried to hit him again. /"Block me Harry! Don't try and fight back until 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 around hard, knocking the back of Harry's knees and making them give. Matt jumped on top of him, holding Harry down as the younger boy glared up at him.
/"What the hell Matt!/" Harry spat.
/"I told you to focus,/" his coach sighed, moving off of him. Harry brushed himself off impatiently, glaring at his coach. Others around them only stared; they weren't used to seeing Harry, of all people, get knocked down so easily
Harry's glare switched to the spectators. /"Piss off,/" They all quickly returned to whatever they were supposed to be doing, which was mostly training. Harry dragged himself off the floor and faced Matt. /"Again./"
/"You sure about that?/" Harry nodded and beckoned him forward. Matt rolled his eyes but sunk into a fighting stance. /"As you wish,/" he muttered.
~
Cryssy slowly made her way into the large gym. Louis said he was positive Harry would be here, so she decided to drop by and thank Harry. People gave her strange looks as she made her way through 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 after swing at Harry. She could tell how frustrated he was getting with every blow to his body. It was weird seeing him getting beaten so badly when just last night he seemed so . . . invincible.
Harry looked over to her and scrunched his eyebrows together as he tried to block another one of Matt's strong blows. /"Wait!/" he called. Matt stopped, staring at him weirdly.
/"What?/" he asked, breathing heavily. Harry nodded over to Cryssy before telling Matt he'd be back. He slipped through the ropes surrounding the ring and jogged over to her.
/"What are you doing here?/" Harry asked, bluntly. Cryssy tried to smile, but felt slightly awkward under Harry's harsh gaze. It was much different from the friendly one he gave her last night.
/"I, uh, just wanted to thank you for taking care of Max for me. He was a real jerk./" Harry shrugged.
/"Okay./" Harry began walking back to the locker rooms without another word.
/"Uhm, I was wondering if I could thank you in some way? Like dinner, or something. I mean, you really saved me back there,/" Cryssy spoke, trying to follow him. Harry waved her off.
/"It's fine./" Cryssy stopped in her tracks, frowning as he walked away.
/"Whatever then/", she huffed, turning on the balls of her feet. Harry stopped and turned to watch her with a small smirk on his lips. Feisty. Harry chuckled slightly to himself, maybe he'd take her out someday . . .maybe.
Harry rolled up to his flat after training for the rest of the day, Louis had called a few minutes ago to ask why Harry didn't accept Cryssy's thanks earlier and was beginning to annoy Harry.
/"Louis, I told her it was no big deal, okay? Why are you so mad I didn't go out to dinner with her?/"
/"BECAUSE YOU NEED A GIRLFRIEND, YOU TWAT!/" Louis finally exploded. /"You're such a fucking stick in the mud, Harry. You need someone to love and to love you./"
/"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard,/" Harry spat. /"Besides, she's NOT my type./"
/"She'd be really good for you, Harry./"
/"So? What do you want me to do?/"
/"Take her out to dinner./"
/"You're kidding./"
/"Nope./"
/"Fine./"
/"Good boy! I'll call her up and tell her you're picking her up at eight. Don't be late, Styles!/" Harry rolled his eyes and hung up, threw his phone on his bed, and took a shower. It was six o'clock, so he had time.
8:30pm
Cryssy opened the door, just the slightest bit annoyed at how late Harry was. She was still trying to push how rude he was earlier out of her mind, but it was hard when he was being such an ass hole. /"Hey,/" she greeted.
/"You ready?/" Harry asked, not bothering to apologize for being late. Cryssy rolled her eyes.
/"Yeah, lets go,/" Harry opened the door for her before going around to his side of the black Range Rover. At least he's somewhat of a gentleman, Cryssy thought silently. /"So, where to? Whatever it is, it's on me,/" she smiled politely.
/"No, I'm buying,/" Harry stated firmly.
/"But I-/"
/"I'm not letting a woman buy my dinner,/" Harry cut her off blandly. Cryssy scowled.
/"Seriously, Harry?/"
/"Yes, seriously./" She glared again. How could someone go from saving her to being a complete jerk in barely twenty-four hours?
/"Prick,/" she muttered, turning her gaze to outside the window.
/"Pardon?/" Harry asked, snootily. /"I'm only doing this so Louis will get off my back. You don't need to be rude about it. I did save your arse the other night./"
/"And for that, I thank you. But, if you have that much of an attitude, I'll take the hint and go,/" she huffed, placing a hand on the door handle since they had yet to get moving.
/"I don't think so,/" Harry snapped, locking the door. Cryssy jiggled the handle furiously, finding it locked from the outside.
/"You've got to be fucking kidding me. What the hell?/"
/"We're going to dinner./"
/"I thought you didn't want to go to dinner/" Cryssy inquired, giving Harry an annoyed look. He turned away, looking at the road before pulling out of the driveway.
/"I said Louis was making me, not that I didn't want too./" She rolled her eyes.
/"Well, you implied you didn't want to,/" she grunted.
/"Yeah, well, shut up and be civil, would ya?/"
/"You're one to talk./"
/"This is precisely why I don't have a girlfriend,/" Harry muttered more to himself, although Cryssy did hear, and responded with another eye roll.
The two arrived at a very well known restaurant. It had lovely reviews and was known to have many celebrity visitors. It would also mean Louis would definitely know Harry did take out Cryssy and would at least stay off his ass for a bit.
/"Holy crap, this is fancy,/" Cryssy breathed as Harry opened her door. Various flashes went off as the well known boxer and his date traveled up the steps and to the front door, leaving the valet to take care of his car.
/"Being a boxer has its perks,/" Harry shrugged, waltzing up to the front desk with Cryssy trailing behind.
/"Obviously./"
/"Hello, how may I help you?/" the man behind the desk smiled politely. He had light blond hair, slicked back with tons of gel and bright blue eyes similar to that of a young husky pup.
/"Table for two under the name 'Styles'/" Harry responded casually. The man, 'Jim' by his name tag, nodded and lead the couple towards the back. Harry placed a hand 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 send a glare to one man who couldn't keep his eyes off her. Harry didn't know why, but just the thought of one of those sleaze balls near her made him sick .
/"For you, madam,/" Jim smiled, pulling out a chair. Cryssy grinned, thanking him quietly before sitting. Harry scowled. That was his job and this prick was making him look bad. Sure, she wasn't his girlfriend, but he was taking her out tonight. The whole restaurant could see that and it made him look like a bloody prick.
/"Can I get you anything sir? Ma'am?/" Jim questioned, pulling out a notepad. Cryssy was about to speak, but Harry beat her to the punch, hissing out his own answer.
/"A female waitress would suffice./" Jim gulped as Harry shot him a harsh look, his deep and menacing voice making him seem all the scarier. He obviously knew Harry was dangerous by the way he agreed and scrambled away.
/"You're so rude,/" Cryssy huffed. Harry rolled his eyes.
/"He was being a dick,/" the male growled as he picked up a menu and flipped through it.
/"He was being polite. Maybe you should take a lesson/" She hissed back.
/"He was hitting on you!/" Cryssy's scowl turned into a smirk.
/"So you were jealous?/"
/"As if. He was just making me look bad./"
/"Yeah, uh huh. Sure./"
/"Oh, get over yourself./"
/"You're one to talk./"
/"Can you just shut up so we can get through this dinner?/"
/"I thought you wanted to go to dinner with me?/" Cryssy giggled slightly, seeing how frustrated Harry was getting. It was sorta . . .cute. Harry said nothing, only glared at his menu. /"Looks like someone doesn't like being challenged,/" she assumed quietly.
/"From a woman? No doubt,/" Harry returned just as quiet. This time, Cryssy glared. They were indeed each other's own challenge.
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