15 Minutes

I tried to get up but Harry wouldn't let me. " Hey Styles, who is this sweet thing?" I tried to get up again but Harry still didn't let me. "Say, why don't ya get up for me and let me see ya." So that is why Harry wouldn't let me up. "What do you want Ryan?" Harry asked. "Oh sorry I was distracted by this lovely here that I wasn't paying attention. I came to tell you that Nicole has been spreading rumors about I'm guess king her." He answers pointing to me. "Harry I don't want him in my room." I said giving this guy by the name is Ryan, a death glare. "It is alright. He was just leaving." Harry responded noticing my discomfort. "Fine. Before I leave there will be a fight later at nine Harry." Harry turned pale. I gave him a confused look." Oh, so Harry didn't tell you about his job? I'll just tell you then. Harry fights for money and drugs. Most money though. It is not that bad." I quickly got up from Harry and ran to the bathroom. "It is not what you think. Please don't run." He said like he was scarf. I know I wasn't. I was surprised. "I forgot to add, Harry pputs people in the hospitable for months." I ran to the closet in the bathroom and took the key from the sink so Harry couldn't get in. I locked myself in the closet while Harry was banging not the door as if I would give in. I thanked God that there was clothes that Mrs.B had given me that her daughter has thrown away. Mrs.B just knew that I would need them. Right now was the time I needed them most I looked at theatre house make-up bag on the floor. I thanked God again that I had a mirror and scissor in here. I wasn't going to cut myself if that was what you were thinking I was going to do. Now to think of it, it really did sound like I was going to cut myself. I'm not. It was time to suit up and show Harry I wasn't scars of him. I was scars of myself.
FLASHBACK:
"Come on little tiger, time to get to your new fighting class." My dad called. I have been fighting since I was five. I am now ten and smiling because my dad called me tiger which I love very much." Coming ." I called back to my dad. When we got to my class, I got on my gloves. I was the strongest one of all of the fighting school so I had to be careful. "Alright Amina, let us see if you could take me down." I was also 5"4 so I was aloud to fight adults. My teacher cane over and let me take the first move. I took this advantage to swing a punch and knock him down with my foot so I could get on him and started to swing punches. I got pulled off by my dad. I looked at the blood stains on the floor and ran out to the roof.
FLASHBACK OVER:
I reminded myself why I didn't beat up the owner of The Shack. I vowed never to fight again. My teacher was still alive and active but I put him in a wheelchair for a while.This was my chance to show Harry what I was about.

Notes

ooo... What will happen? I have a new tablet instead of my dumb ass old 2 gen i pod so I'm happy. Umm I found a really weird but funny vision of harry when Liam stepped on his toe but it was called something different:
Harry Styles Sex Sound for ten minutes. Lil. BTW there is a contest: whoever makes a trailer for this story will earn a big shout out and a character. Yaaaa