Harry hasn't even come out on stage yet and I'm already grieving the violence that's about to occur. If Harry gets severely injured, which Zayn told me is not even a possibility, then I'll become emotionally unstable.

From the whispers I have heard so far whilst sitting in the crowd, Harry is the favourite. I know in the few articles that I read, Harry hasn't been beaten yet. Zayn's also assured me that he will be fine minus a couple of scrapes and bruises, but there's still a possibility that Harry won't win.

Harry doesn't see his mother, but he sees his sister. Why isn't Gemma at the fights? Does she not like violence either, like me? Harry's become such a well known sensation his mother would have to know what her son does for a living. I know that I would never let my son do boxing.

"Welcome folks to round four of our championships." The announcer yells into his microphone, causing me to cringe and cover my ears. Does he not know that the microphone makes his voice carry? He doesn't need to yell that loud. "This long battle has been fought out for two months and will continue for another four until we find our worldwide champion." He goes silent before screaming again. "Who's ready?"

The crowd goes wild and Zayn is one of them, shouting towards the bald announcer man in the black and white top which looks similar to a barcode.

Perrie and I glance at each other, rolling our eyes over the very excited Zayn in between us.

"Let me hear you people, are you ready?" The announcer man tells once again.

"Of course you can hear them you prick now stop making them shout they're breaking my eardrums." Perrie shouts as the crowd starts to mellow down. Not many people heard her, but for the ones who did hear are shooting her awful glares.

"Hey that's rude." I tell the man behind me who is flipping Perrie off. "Please sir if you would like your finger by the end of the night I would put that down if I were you, her boyfriend is a black belt." I refer to Zayn who has mastered in karate. I actually think he's a red belt, but saying one little lie wouldn't hurt if it's worth scaring the guy off.

"Whatever." The gruff man spits and turns his attention back to the ring where the fight is bound to begin any minute now.

"My name is Kevin Hudson and tonight I'll be commentating this event from the sidelines." He finally introduces himself, only for the crowd to scream once again. "Are we ready to bring out our boxers?"

The crowd shouts their responses and begin chanting "Harry Harry Harry" he wasn't lying when he said he was the crowd favourite.

*

Harry takes the first swing finally as they finishing sidestepping in circles around each other. I really don't get the point of that, but then again I don't know one thing about boxing, so who am I to judge. I'm just here clasping tightly onto Zayn's arm, ignoring all his protests about me cutting off his blood circulation.

Evan ducks, managing to escape getting hit in the face by Harry. Evan then takes a swing at Harry and Harry ducks just as Evan did before. Is this all there's going to be? Hit and miss?

Minutes later and there still has been no action, not that I'm complaining because the less violent this is, the happier I will be when I leave this venue. Just as I think about no action taking place, Harry's glove interlocks with Evans jaw with much force. Evan jolts back before recovering quickly and trying to get Harry back, only to fail miserably and receive a blow to the stomach by Harry's other glove.

Watching Harry push this guy to the ground, beating his face from left to right I can't take it anymore. Seeing the blood spurting out from every feature of Evans face doesn't take to my liking. I let out a squeal and cover my eyes, turning my body and burying my face into Zayn's leather jacket.

Seconds later three bells go off much similar to the sound of cowbells. "It's safe to look" Zayn tells me and I shake my head, refusing to look up. "Ella, I'm not joking look up. Now." Zayn whisper yells harshly into my left ear. When I slowly tilt my head up I lock contact with familiar green orbs. Eyebrows furrowed together with concern and eyes so full of guilt I have to look away from him.

I pick up my bag and find the nearest exit. I can hear people booing and I don't know if it's at me for leaving or Harry from not centring his victory, but instead looking at me apologetically. I guess it could be either, but I really don't care right now. I feel as if I'll be sick any minute.

This boxing world isn't me, I never should have come here.

"Where do you think you're going young lady?" A tall man dressed in black stands infront of me. My chest is pressed against his and in times like this I am thankful for not having large breasts.

"I'm leaving, what else does it look like?" I reply to him. I feel awful for my rude tone, but honestly who does he think he is for questioning me?

"I don't think so." He chuckles, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards an unknown door.

"Hey, let go of me." I squirm, trying my best to get out of his grasp on my jacket.

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Oh, why not?" I roll my eyes. I'm really getting mad now.

"Because it's my job to not let you leave the premises without Mr Styles." He says sternly, continuing to drag me through this unknown location.

"Ella, my goodness." Harry runs up to me and embraces me in a hug. "Don't run away like that, you scared me." He holds me tightly, pressing a kiss to my temple.

"You're not my father Harry, I can leave if I want to. You can't boss me around." I push at his chest, breaking our contact.

"What's gotten into you? Are you alright El?" My stomach drops once again at his name for me, but I can't let this distract me.

"Am I okay?" I scoff. "Yeah Harry, I'm fine. I just watched the guy I like best someone repeatedly, drowning them in a puddle of their own blood until they're knocked unconscious."

He looks down at me, grinning smugly. "Ella." He grins even wider, dimples indenting into his cheeks.

"What are you smiling at?" I look behind me, only to see that no one is there.

"You like me?" He wiggles his eyebrows. His question throws me back a little, wait what did I say in my little rant? I don't even know what I said it all just came out.

"Yeah, of course I like you. You're a good - uh - friend." I try to play it cool. Good on you Ella, you just frienzoned the guy now he's never going to like you back. Sure we may have had a deep and meaningful the other night, but I could never admit my feelings towards Harry.

"No you said before I just watched the guy I like best someone repeatedly." He takes a short breath, taking my hands in his. "Do you like me Ella?"

"Harry, I-" I'm cut off before I can answer his question. I follow Harry's eyes and turn around, only to see Zayn standing awkwardly against the doorframe.

"Ella are you ready to leave? Perrie is ready to go now." He tells me.

"Yeah, I was just saying bye to Harry anyway." I turn around to Harry and give him a small smile before turning back around and taking a step towards Zayn.

I don't even get a metre away from Harry when a firm hand grips onto my wrist and spins me around on my heels.

"I will take her home." Harry says to Zayn, glaring at him. Zayn shifts uncomfortably under Harry's angered gaze and steps forward.

"No it's cool bro, I took her here so it's my duty to make sure she gets home safe. Come on Ella, let's go." Zayn takes another daring step towards me. Harry yanks me backwards, causing me to fall into his sweat glistened chest that is harder than a brick wall. I'm angry at him right now, but I can't say that feeling his toned abdomen against my back isn't good.

"No, I'm taking her home. You can have a lovely night with your girl." Harry says, referring to Perrie as Zayn's girl. "Do you not trust me to take Ella home?"

"I would just rather me take her home. Perrie and I both-"

"Just leave before I get my security to escort you." Harry sighs. "Save yourself the trouble mate."

"Harry why are you being like this?" I ask him. "Why won't you let me go with Zayn?"

"Ella, do not question me." Harry growls. "Tell pretty boy here that I will take you home. I'm taking a shower, I'll be back herein two minutes." And with that he stares at Zayn for a couple more seconds before turning his back and walking towards the black door labelled showers.

Zayn and I are both puzzled right now, but I know Harry is angry and I'm quite frightened. He use to get mad at me just like Harry did previously except much worse. It started off small like this though, so I have to go with my gut instead of my brain and tell Zayn to leave.

"I'll call you in half an hour, I'll make it home I'll be fine. Harry will keep me safe I know." I assure him.

"Are you sure?" Zayn asks me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"I'm sure. Go have fun with Pez. If I don't call you I'll text you to let you know I'm home safe. Don't want to disturb your night you know." I smirk at him. He just shakes his head before hugging me one last time and saying a final goodbye.

When Zayn leaves the room Harry comes back out in only a towel.

"Thank god, I thought he'd never leave."

An: but guys how good is drag me down. It's been on repeat for 24 hours and I'm loving it even more each time I listen to it.