"I am so proud of him." Luke claps his hands together. "Go the underdog."

"So am I Luke." I can't wipe the smile off my face. But that smile soon fades when I hear a gun shot go off in the distance followed by a loud manly groan. I turn my head and run towards the ring.

"Harry!" I cry out, ignoring the tears that uninvitingly have made their way to my face. I can't see the ring from where I am as the crowds of people are all surrounding it. "Harry" I continue to shout over the people. I try my best to push through as many of them as I can so that I can get to the front. My heart is beating one hundred miles per hour and I begin to feel faint. I have never been so terrified in my life and the gunman could be anywhere, but all I care about is Harry's life, not my own.

Ignoring the curses that people send my way, I continue pushing my way through. I may be small but if I need to push myself through a crowd I will find a way. When I get close enough to the boxing ring I see a figure lying on the ground with a small pool of blood beside them. By their side is a group of paramedics trying to keep them alive. Crouching down behind the figure is a toned, bronzed back with beads of sweat from sweat from his rural curls which lay just above his shoulders. I sigh in relief when I see that Harry is alive and he wasn't the one to be shot. I look back to the body on the ground to see Harry's opponent with now an oxygen mask and being lifted onto a stretcher.

Security guards then pull Harry up and cover him with the three of their own bodies. I call out to him repeatedly, trying to be heard over all the other shouts. As he ducks under the rope surrounding the ring his eyes meet mine and he immediately stops and stands back up straight. He says something into one of the guards ears before pointing over to me.

The large, dark man dressed in black nods his head and makes his way towards me. I try to push my way to the front, but no one wants to miss the action of the poor man with a bullet wound being carried away on the stretcher.

"Excuse me, make way for this young lady" the security man tells the group of people in front of me. When only a few people listen to him, he says it again and crouches down so that he is on our side of the ring. He moves his hands, telling the people to move aside and they finally do. He holds his hand out to me and I take his hand as he pulls me up onto the boxing ring. I slide under the rope and follow the man in the same direction Harry was just escorted to by the other security guards.

When we are through the crowds and backstage, I see Harry with another set of paramedics assisting his badly beaten up face. When he sees me he pushes the hands off of his face and runs towards me.

"Ella, thank god you're okay." He pulls me into his arms and has one hand on my head and the other on my back. I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my head into his chest. I listen to his heartbeat and it is the best sound I have ever heard seeing that not even ten minutes ago I thought he was the one who had been shot and could possibly have been dead.

"Me okay? Harry, you're the one who I am glad is okay look at you" I examine his face that is swollen. You can barely see his eyes as they are as swollen as his busted lips. "He really messed you up Harry, I would never wish it upon anyone but he deserved to be shot for the way he hurt you."

"I hurt him just as good. And besides, it was all David's doing."

"Do you think David shot him?" I ask in shock, although it wouldn't surprise me as he is quite capable of doing something like that.

"No he didn't. I was watching him the whole time but that doesn't mean he didn't pay someone else to do it just like he paid the guy to beat me up." He sighs. "He is so dangerous Ella and I am so sorry I have brought you into this mess."

"Harry, I'm fine."

"No you're not." He cups my cheeks and lifts my face up so that I look at him. "Look at all your tears and your body is shaking. You are terrified."

"Of course I am scared, but I wouldn't take any of it back because all I care about is you Harry. It'll always be you again and again and again."

"I love you." He kisses my forehead. "But I need to go get cleaned up and get some pain killers into my system before I end up in hospital too."

"I love you and I will be waiting out here for you with Gemma, Luke and Lottie. I'll go get them they're probably just outside here."He nods his head and kisses me once more before going back to the paramedics who were previously cleaning Harry up.

Harry's POV:

When I see Ella walk out the doors of my room to go get my sister I sit down and let the nurses do their job. I am the worst patient and all I want is to go sort David out so I just sit here and let them do their job. It's taking forever, but I decide against talking. I just want to be near Ella and go home.

"No arguments today Mr Styles? You really must be in pain." Hazel, the middle aged nurse with dark hair and eyes to match her name says to me. She is here after every match of mine. She is always straight up and honest with me when I want to know what injuries I have.

"Not today. I just want to get this over with."

"So do we." She smiles at me and I don't respond as I am too tired to even fight back once the pain killers kick in. I never have to take anything too strong as I always win my matches easily, but not today with David's set up. Speaking of David, he enters my room with one of the security men. He sees me and instantly looks away, hoping that I don't see him but I do. He then looks back at me and puts on a brave face even though I know he is shitting himself. He wouldn't even be here right now if he didn't have a security guard beside him because he knows that I could easily beat him to a pulp.

"Oi" I yell out at him and he glares at me. "Come here you fucking cu-" I am cut off by Hazel putting her hand over my swollen lips.

"He isn't worth it Harry." She whispers to me.

"Are you proud of this David? Look what you have done. Look at me, are you proud?" I stand up, showing him my now stitched up and patched body and face. He doesn't look at me, he just looks at the security guard who is shouting at me to calm down.

"How did it feel to almost get beaten?" Are his first words. He has a grin on his face and I want to punch it right off. "If I am being honest here I thought you were gone."

"Well clearly you underestimated me." I match his sarcasm. "How much?"

"What?"

"How much did you pay him to beat me up or should I also ask how much did you pay the random guy to shoot him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Bullshit" I shout and he slightly jumps back. "You've been messing with my life for far too long and I am done. There is a guy in hospital now fighting for his life because of you and I don't want to be next. You need serious help David and I am one hundred percent done with you."

"You can't just leave that easily Harry. You are way out of your head if you think you can escape me that easily." He chuckles. "Get yourself cleaned up and go home. You have another fight next week."

"Like bloody oaf I do. That's illegal."

"And because of your attitude, you start back training in two days so get yourself together." He takes a step towards me and the security guard does the same. "And I thought I told you over the phone that you need to get rid of that pretty little girlfriend of yours. I can easily do it myself, but I don't think you would want that, would you Harry?"

Just as I go to reply Ella walks through the doors with Gemma, Luke and Lottie who is asleep in Luke's arms. Gemma gasps at the sight of me and Ella engulfs her in a hug.

"You need to leave."

"Don't tell me what to do." He looks at me pathetically. "I own you Harry." He nudges me in my already badly bruised ribs as he walks past me and I can't help but groan in agony. I hear him snicker to himself as he continues to walk off and his security guard gives me a sympathetic look before following him.

I have never hated someone in my life as much as I hate him.

I want him dead.

"Harry" Ella's voice snaps me back to reality. "Did you hear what I said?" I shake my head no. "I was asking how we are getting home, seeing that you are in no condition to drive."

"I'm fine. I can drive us home." I say and I hear someone clear their voice from behind me.

"Like hell you will." Hazel says and Ella nods her head in agreement. "Leave your car here. I have already called you both a taxi."

"We're taking a taxi back to our hotel too so I'll help you walk out mate." Luke gives Lottie to Gemma and walks over to me.

"I'm fine." I tell him.

"No you aren't." He shakes his head. "Come on" Luke puts my arm over his shoulder and I squint my eyes shut as it hurts to even move. I know the pain will be a billion times worse tomorrow.

"Thank you" I say to him as we begin walking out the doors towards the back exit where my car is parked and I assume the taxi is waiting for us. I've always driven myself home as I have never been in the state of agony like I am now. David has done many terrible things to me over the years but this is by far the worst. I just hope Emanuel is alright and that bullet wound won't take his life. I hate him for being the one who made me hurt this bad but I know it was all because of David.

Ella's POV:

"Why can't I just drive the Rangey home?" I ask Harry and he almost falls over. And this was not because he can barely walk, it is because he is completely thrown back by my question.

"Absolutely not."

"And why is that? I can drive you know."

"No one drives her but me."

"Oh so the car has a gender now?" I mock him and even though he is in pain he manages a smile.

"We're getting a taxi home alright Elouise. Don't argue with me you know I will always win."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I wink at him and he smirks back at me. His swelling is starting to go down a bit but he still looks terrible. I don't mean that in a bad way, but he has just been beaten up for goodness sake.

*

It was a silent taxi journey home. Well, not home for me as I haven't been to my apartment since my last day of work before christmas. Every year David gives us a week off around Christmas time and I usually just spent it in my apartment alone, eating ice cream and watching stupid movies, but this holiday has been my favourite so far because I've been with Harry. Before tonight everything was going so well. I am furious with David. If I were driving to work one day and no one was around and David walked across the road, I would not hesitate to put my foot on accelerate. That is how much I hate him.

We are now in the bathroom and I am cleaning up the wound above Harry's eyebrow. One of his stitches came out so I am putting a butterfly clip on it to hold it in place for now.

"I am taking you to the hospital tomorrow to get this all checked. I still don't think you're in any condition to be at home right now."

"It's just a few scrapes and bruises. I'll be fine El, stop worrying." He holds my wrists with both of his hands so I can't clean his wound anymore.

"Harry, let me help you." I try to shake my wrists out of his grasp but once again it is no use. "Harry" I whine and he smirks, leaning forward and kissing me out of nowhere.

"You can help me in other ways babe. Why bother wasting time on cuts that are only going to worsen overnight anyway." He lets go of my wrists and instead places his hands on my bottom. He gives it a gentle squeeze, causing me to gasp.

"Harry-" he cuts me off as he stands up and presses his lips to mine. His hands make his way down to my thighs and he whispers "jump" and so I do. He shouldn't be lifting me right now, but I immediately forget about his wounds as his lips just take me into another world. I can feel how swollen they are, but no matter how damaged they are they will still always have their magic effect on me.

I drop the face washer and cotton swap onto the ground as my hands make their way to his hair. I gently tug on it and he moans into my lips, our kiss never breaking. He carries me into the bedroom and lies me down onto the bed. As he bends to hover above me I see him close his eyes in a little pain, but he is quick to ignore it as he smacks his lips back onto mine.

A few minutes into our heavy make out session, Harry's hands tug at the hem of my shirt and I arch my back so that he can lift it over my head.

"Harry, we shouldn't do this. You're in too much pain." I stop him as he begins taking off his own shirt.

"I don't care, it'll help me forget about it." He tries to kiss me again but I move my head away.

"This will be our first time together Harry and you are using it to help you forget?" I sit up and reach for my top on the floor, but Harry grabs my arm and I am forced to look at him.

"Do not put words into my mouth because that is not what I meant at all. Ella I love you and have waited so long for you. I thought you wanted this and I was an idiot to say it'll help me forget about the pain but the truth is it will. I love you so much and I will enjoy making love to you even though I am in pain but that's how deep my love is for you that you have that power to take my pain away."

"I love you too Harry which is why I want to wait until you are better. I want it to be special, I want to treat it like my firs time because to be honest it will be my first real time with the right person."

"As much as I really wanted it tonight, I love you and I will wait for you for as long as you need baby." He kisses my cheek as he rolls off of me and hands me his shirt.

"Thank you Harry. I love you so much." I cup his cheek and kiss him. "I won't be sleeping tonight anyway. I am way too worried about you so I'll be watching you all night."

"One way to creep a guy out El." He chuckles and I roll my eyes.

"Not like that Harry! You know what I mean."

"No I don't. Do explain." He yawns as he finishes his sentence.

"You're tired, go to sleep."

"I can't sleep unless you are in my arms." He pouts his bottom lips and opens his arms for me.

"As inviting as those arms look, I need to have a shower and get ready for bed." I whine. "But I won't be long I promise." I tell him and he nods his head, hugging into the pillow.

"I'll be waiting." He tells me as I walk into the ensuite.

"I bet you will." I laugh at him as I undress and turn on the shower. He watches me from his bed and a month ago I would shut the door and hide my body away from him, but I trust him with everything and have the sudden confidence to not care that he is totally checking my naked body out right now.

I jump into the shower and enjoy the hot water run down my back. It is just what I needed. Even though I should not be worried about anything but Harry's health right now, I can't help but worry about what David has in store next.

I am terrified and I do not want to know the answer to that question. He is a dangerous person and someone needs to do something about it.

A/N: This is a really long chapter. I have been making longer chapters recently as the updates are less frequent. I can't thank each and every one of you for your reads, votes and comments. I am so shocked by the amount of people now reading this story and it makes me so happy. I remember a few months ago when I was excited it got 1k reads and now it has 20k.

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