louis p.o.v.

i stood still as harry went down like a rag doll. my eyes were wide, my heart in my throat, and i wanted to jump in that ring and punch the other guy until he saw stars.

but i knew i couldn't.

i run over to harry, flashing the security guard my clearance pass, who was struggling to get up on all fours.

'harry!' i shout. his head snaps up, but he closes his eyes in pain and lets out a breath.

zayn and liam stare at me in shock.

harry opens his eyes, 'where were you?' he questions.

'i'm sorry i'm late. new kid showed up late, the fucking dumb arse, and then there was traffic.' i scoff. 'but are you okay? i saw that hit.'

'yeah better now that you're here.' he grins cheekily.

i roll my eyes. 'well then get up off your arse and fight!' i yell at him, giggling afterwards.

'thanks lou, for showing so much concern.' he says sarcastically with a smirk.

i giggle and blow him a kiss.

he stands up again and shakes himself out, cracking his neck from side to side and jumping up and down. the referee had been holding back his opponent this whole time and the bell rung to start the round.

right hooks, left hooks, uppercuts, and punches were thrown back and forth for the better part of the next half an hour. i'm watching from the side of the ring with zayn and liam, liam occasionally going closer and shouting suggestions to harry.

harry has taken multiple hits and with each one i tense up in fear that it'll be his last one, but the other guy has taken a few more and at this point is swaying like he's dizzy. he's doing a good job of keeping standing though.

the shouts and cheers from the audience are deafening, the smell of this place is disgusting, and i can really only focus on harry.

another loud ring of the bell sounds through the large gym.

the last round.

harry and the other guy are tied, so whoever wins this round wins the tournament.

they circle each other for a little while, sizing each other up it looks like. then the other guy goes in for a punch to harry's stomach. harry easily blocks it with his elbows and then launches his right fist out knocking the other guy clear in the jaw.

a loud pop is heard and the guy drops.

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harry p.o.v.

the last round.

if i win this round i win the tournament.

the bell rings and with one last glance and louis, the round starts.

we circle each other for a few minutes. resting and calculating each other's weaknesses. my opponent, i didn't bother learning his name, is breathing like it physically pains him to do so. must have a broken rib. his right arm is slightly lower than his left, but straining just as much. good his punches will be weaker. his lip and eyebrow are busted, and he's forming a bruise on his left jaw.

if i hit him hard enough there, hopefully he'll go down.

i see him quickly step in and throw his fist out towards my chest, i block with my elbows and before i know it my right fist is launching out like a spring loaded bullet and hitting him straight on the bruise of his left jaw.

a loud pop sounds and he drops.

i'm still defensive just incase while the ref goes to look at him.

'Knock Out!' he screams.

the entire gym erupts into deafening cheers, and i relax.

oh my god.

i can't believe it. i did it.

i stare in shock as the ref lifts up my arm in victory and the bell rings continuously. i'm handed the championship belt and the screams and cheers of the crowd are constant.

a weight lands and wraps around my body. 'you did it!' louis giggles wetly into my neck.

i drop to my knees, to tired to hold my own weight anymore, with louis still in my arms. i wrap my arms around him as tight as i can and bury my face into his neck. he pulls back, grabs my face in his hands and kisses me. i kiss back with as much force as i can muster.

'i'm so proud of you! oh my god harry you won!' he screams, laughing.

i rip off my gloves and chuck them to the side of the ring, and see liam and zayn make their way through the ropes, both with huge smiles on there faces.

'i told you! he had nothing on you!' liam shouts with a grin. i chuckle and nod.

'congrats harry, you did great!' zayn praises.

i look back to louis and see tears running down his face. i quickly wipe them with my thumbs and chuckle at him.

'no need to cry love,' i say.

he giggles and sniffles. 'i'm so happy for you.' he buries his face into my neck again, hugging me tight. 'i love you so much.'

'i love you too.' i whisper.

'come on mate, lets go get you cleaned up and looked at yeah?' liam suggests.

louis quickly untangles himself from me and stands up, nodding like a mad man. 'yes, oh my god, come on, hurry up.' he says quickly with a worried look on his face.

'alright love, give me a minute to get up, i'm exhausted.' i smile.

we eventually make it to the locker room after passing through the large crowd of fans and stopping to take a few pictures.

zayn and liam walk off to do management stuff while louis follows me to the locker room so that i can shower.

'oh i am so proud of you! you totally kicked his arse!' louis shouts when we enter the private locker room.

i chuckle. 'i'm pretty sure he kicked my arse too.' i respond, turning to face him.

'well, either way, i am riding you so hard tonight as a way of me saying congratulations.' he said stalking up to me and running a finger down my chest. 'you can just lay there, because you've worked hard today. let me take care of you, yeah?' he asked in a seductive whisper adding a cute pout at the end.

i swallowed. holy shit.

i don't think i've ever gotten showered and changed so fast in my life.