|Dec 25, 1:50 a.m|
I stood on the side of the ring, people yelling as they waved their white tickets in hand. The blonde guy from before jumped into the ring with a mic in hand. "Alright, ladies and dick heads, it's time for the main event. Everyone knows the rules, last man standing and all bets are final." last man standing? The bells rings, Harry comes out and the crowd is going wild from him, he's in a pair of black shorts that stopped above his knees and his hair is pushed back by a bandana.
Harry walk towards one corner, our eyes meet for a second, he winks at me and I smile shaking my head at him. The crowd starts booing, it must be the other guy. "Alright, you know the rules, no cheap shot to groins. First to knock out, wins." Harry's hands moved so fast, it was hard to see where the punches would land. The same for the other guy, but he's all rage and not thought. I winced, Harry fist coming in contact with the other guys jaw making him stumble back. Blood spilled out the corner of his mouth and on to the ring. My eyes closely followed Harry's every move, he looked so passionate at this.
The crowd erupted in cheers and I frowned not sure what was going on until I saw Harry walking towards me sweat dripping down his body, his bottom lip slit along with a few cuts on his face, before I knew it his lips pressed roughly against mine, my hands pressed against his chest as his arms snaked around my waist. "Alright champ, you got all night with her." Harry pulled back but his lips continued brushing against mine, "Come on," His fingers laced with mine pulling me through the crowd until we were out the door and into the locker room, "T-That was amazing," I stuttered, he looked back at me with a cocky smirk. "I figured you'd like that,babe." His shorts dropped to floor and I quickly looked away,"Fare warning next time would be good, Harry." Harry laughed, and I just shook my head at him as a smile crept to my lips.