"Hey slut open the door!" I hear Eric, my best and only friend, yell through my front door. I groan lifting myself from the couch and opening the door.

"Hey fuckface I do have neighbors" I angerly whisper. He just responds with an eye roll before barging into my apartment. He smiles holding up two parcel pieces of paper.

"Unless those are Beyoncé tickets you can leave." He might be my best friend but sleep always comes first.

"No they aren't. But guess what my boss did?" Eric is absolutely glowing with excitement. He looks like a small child on Christmas.

"Andy?" I walk back over to the couch pulling the covers up to my chest searching for warmth.

"Yes. Ok so he bought me fucking tickets to the boxing match tonight. And you are going with me. We are going to get drunk and yell and get into a fight" he rambles making me laugh and shake my head.

"I'm not going. And you are not fighting anyone mister." He walks over plobbing down on the couch beside me.

"But please. I really want you to go. For my birthday?" He pouts, one of his legs sling over both of mine as he hugs me. I groan leaning as far from him as possible.

"If I say yes will you get the fuck away from me" He smiles nodding his head.

"Ok I'll go for your birthday. You know what that means though. You will have to explain everything that's happening." My arm slings around his neck and I mess up his hair.

"Ok I'll be here at 5, be ready" he stands from my couch walking out my front door. What the fuck do I wear to a boxing match?

-

My body is simply covered by dark blue skinny jeans, black heeled boots, and a red flannel. After I finish curling my long brown hair and putting on some natural make up. I have never worn to much make up it doesn't really suit me.

"Lets go" Eric barges in my room making me scream.

"Fuck Eric don't do that!" I yell as I start punching him making him laugh.

"Don't be so damn jumpy." He playfully glares at me. We adventually make our way to his car. Most people who saw the way Eric and I interact would think we are dating, but Eric and I could never date. We have been friends since before either of us could remember. We have always been inseparable. People through school always said we should get together, but our friendship is more important than that to us. I also couldn't imagine kissing that fuck. He like that annoying brother nobody really likes you are kind of just stuck with.

We pull up at a brick building were I assume the boxing thing is. Eric and I both get out the car and walk to the surprisingly short line to get in.

"Where is everyone?" I look around seeing only a few people.

"We are here early" he shrugs handing the man at the door our tickets so he can rip them.

"Front fucking row" He smiles as we sit. I can tell he is excited, and I should just enjoy myself since this is the only time I will do this.

"Take a picture with me" Eric holds his phone in front of us. I can tell from the screen he is on snapchat. Leaning closer to him and smiling as he takes the picture.

"We look hot as fuck" he chuckles before showing me the picture.

"Damn" My smile engulfs my face as I lean back closing my eyes a bit.

People start coming in and soon enough the whole place is packed. A couple ring girls wearing nothing to consider clothing coming out holding signs. I roll my eyes and cross my hands over my chest. Why do women get no respect? Exhibit A.

The announcer comes into the ring holding a microphone. His hair is gray and falling out on the top. The wrinkles along his face seem even more noticeable under this harsh lighting.

"Now your competitors! From New York, New York Brandon Plane!" A medium height well built man with ash blonde hair runs out the ring. The crowd responds a little to him. It seems more like pity claps then anything though.

"And now the curly haired devil you all know and love. The mean fighting machine! Harry styles!!" I jump as the crowd erupts into cheers. Eric even jumps up and starts cheering. I stay seated even though everyone else in this place is standing.

A tall man, very very well built runs out. His curly, crazy hair is pulled back into a black bandana. He smiles showing off his white teeth and dimples. To say he is attractive would be the understatement of the century. His skin is covered in tattoos. The first one that catches my eyes in the butterfly on his abs. Why a butterfly?

"Get up you look stupid" Eric yells over the crowd. I roll my eyes for like the thousandth time today and stand up. Why would I wear heels? My feet hurt now.

A ring girl walks around holding up a sign that says 'Round 1'.They need to put some damn clothes on.

The bell rings signaling the first round has began. They start rocking back and forth on there feet warming up.

"How do you win?" I ask looking over at Eric.

"Make the other person stay on the ground for 10 seconds" He explains his eyes never leaving the match. It seems like the round just started and harry had already won. They both go to the corner recovering from the first round. Harry eyes start scanning the crowd and lock on mine. He smirks before one of his eyes drop in a wink. My cheeks turn bright red as I break his contact.

"Oh get ya some Ava" Eric nudges me repeatedly with his shoulder.

"Shut up, ass" Eric just smirked and coutinued yelling and cheering for Harry. I even find myself clapping when Harry gets a good hit in.

Before I even realize Harry wins the match and everyone is leaving the arena.

"We should probably go now so we can get out quickly" Eric quickly stands. I nod putting my hand around his bicep so I don't loose him. My eyes wander up to the ring and I see Harry flirting with a blonde haired ring girl. His eyes connect with mine for the second time tonight a smug smile appearing on his features.

-

I wake up the next morning and for a second I think it's Monday, which means work, but then I remember it's only Saturday. I sigh laying my head back on the pillow closing my eyes for a few minutes. My phone starts ringing making me groan.

"Hello" My voiced is muffled as I stuff my face into the pillow.

"Hey get up it's already 11:30 and come meet me at the gym." Eric's annoying voice fills my ear.

"Ok no. One it's to early and two I don't work out." I remove myself from my warm bed walking into the bathroom. I look like death.

"Come atleast keep me company while I work out" He groans into the phone.

"Mike's?" I ask referring to the gym.

"Only the best duh" I chuckle and shake my head. Rich boy.

"Ok I'll be there in a little bit" I hang up before he can respond. Walking over to my closet I grab a pair of running shorts, black sports bra, tanktop and some running shoes. I can atleast look the part right?

-

When I arrive at the gym Eric is at the front waiting for me. He greets me with a small smile as we walk inside.

"You sure look like you came to work out" Eric smirks as he walks over to some weights.

"Well I would look weird if I wore jeans and a shirt to a gym" I shrug my shoulders and lay back on a bench press thing, I think.

"So have you heard from your sister lately?''Eric asks, his veins popping out of his arms as he lifts the weight.

"Not really. With Rose she's pretty busy" I sigh and roll over so im laying on my stomach. Rose is my niece she's only a few months old and already a handful. My sister doing everything on her own is also a struggle. I help Penelope, my sister, as much as I can but I do have thing I have to do.

I look over at Eric but immediatley look over his shoulder as I see a familar mop of curls. Harry is here. Why is he here? He's a boxer, he obviously works out idiot. Before I can look away his eyes connect with mine. A smirk appears on his handsome face as he starts walking towards me.

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