A/N: Harry's point of view of being the lovey boyfriend...well, almost lovey with a side of jelly.

Enjooy.

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"Left."

Punch.

'What are they talking about?'

"Harder." Paul shouted back at Harry. Positioning himself for Harry's next assault.

Harry felt himself getting irritated when the corner of his eyes caught Louis playfully punching Luke's shoulder and giggling.

Punch.

"Right."

Another Punch..

"Ow fuck Harry, I said right!" Paul shouted as he grabbed his now throbbing shoulder. Paul knew that Harry's punches were lethal and being in the receiving end of it wasn't fun.

Harry looked panicked for a minute and immediately went to Paul's side to check if he had broken something...again.

"Shit! I'm sorry Paul!" Harry apologizes and internally groaned because that was his fault.

He couldn't seem to focus right now especially if he can see Louis talking with Luke at the other side of the gym. 

He wasn't jealous, of course not. Harry doesn't get jealous over Louis having a few banter with Luke, Luke was a regular at the gym and he's a nice guy but Harry is kinda hating him right now. He wanted to punch Luke for making Louis laugh and Harry felt bad for feeling that way. Like he's being territorial with Louis and that's a little bit fucked up.

"Harry, you have an incoming fight this week. If this continues I'll be given no choice but to ban your boyfriend during training." Paul muttered seriously as he stared at Harry. He was slowly stretching his shoulder and testing if anything has been dislocated...again. This wasn't really the first that Harry has accidentally hit him. It had actually happened several times during sparring especially when Louis was there visiting after school.

"Nooo." I quickly said maybe a bit louder which caught the attention of a few people around the ring.

Harry had overreacted but he felt panicked at the idea of not getting to see Louis, this was the only time they can hang out because Harry has been doing odd jobs during weekends so that he can afford to pay for his apartment and helping out at the gym during weekdays because he owes Paul for helping him land a few fights. He's been saving up all of his winnings so that he can take Louis out on something special. But if he can't focus on his training, he might not be able to win this fight.

Louis seems to have also heard him and then he was quickly cutting his conversation with Luke and running up to the ring. He had a little bit of hard time climbing on the ring but he made it and a little bit out of breath.

"Is everything okay?" He asked worriedly, his eyes raking all over Harry's body as if trying to look for any injury.

Harry's heart swelled a little at how worried Louis look even if this was just a practice match and Harry isn't in any kind of danger, well, Paul might be.

"Everything is okay boo." Harry him as he gave Louis a reassuring smile.

He turns back to Paul with a serious look.

"I will not let this happen again Paul, I'm just tired so let's take a quick break and then let Ashton be my sparring partner. I'm sorry about the shoulder." Harry told him apologetically before pulling Louis out of the ring.

Harry heard Paul let out a sigh and an exasperated 'fine' as he dragged a suddenly very quiet Louis to the changing room.

Everyone's eyes were trained on them but Harry ignored them all. He might or might not sent Luke a small glare when he passed him which made Luke flinch and look away. Good.

 "Is this my fault again?" Louis then asked when they reached the room.

Harry went to his locker to fetch a clean towel so he could wipe the sweat off of his body. After relatively drying his body off, he turns back to Louis who was now pouting adorably as he played with his fingers.

He stepped closer to Louis before pulling Louis' head up to angle on his face and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He pulled away a few pecks after because Paul had warned him several times at not getting horny at the changing rooms.

Harry noticed Louis face turning red and his reaction never gets old. It was just simply too innocent and Harry is trying so hard not to just wreck him and make him scream his name. 

Harry shook his head and focused more on the matter on hand. It's quite literally hard especially if he's already getting a semi from that simple kiss. 

'Focus Harry.'

He took a deep breath and stared at Louis' with as much apologetic look that he can muster.

"It's not your fault Lou, honestly, it's more on me because I can't handle a simple jealousy." Harry said lowly, his face turning red as well because it was quite embarassing to be honest.

He wasn't usually one to act all cave man like.

"I'm not even doing anything Harry." Louis stated unsurely. The not really knowing how to be a boyfriend still lingers on his head. He was honest to god clueless but he's been learning, he's been reading cosmopolitan so that will help him right? He hopes so.

Louis broughy his attention back to Harry when he spoke again.

"I know boo, it's my fault. I should never see you as my property to own and you can talk to anyone you want without any restriction from me." Harry was pouting now, he wanted to faceplant his face on one of the locker doors but knowing how sweaty and dirty it might be, he decides against it.

He took a sit next to Louis and hauled him up so he was now sitting on his lap. Louis had squeaked in surprise but ended up giggling when Harry had comfortable seated him on his lap. Harry hopes Paul doesn't come in and see them, he'll get a right earful from him for sure.

Harry started rubbing small circles on Louis thighs and started explaining his piss poor excuse of an attitute to Louis.

"I've been in relationships before but I never felt so scared about losing anyone. I just can't stop myself from feeling that I'll lose you to someone better than me." He let out a small sigh and pulled Louis tighter to his chest, if only Louis and him can stay like this forever, Harry will be the happiest man really.

"It's always just gonna be you. Promise." Louis murmurs on his neck as he hugs back just as tight.

"I know, it's just me having issues. Do you hate me?" Harry suddenly asked because the insecurity was eating him. 

Who the hell wanted to be controlled in a relationship right?

Louis' brow knotted at hearing Harry say such things.

"Hate you? Don't be absurd Harry."

"You have a pretty fucked up excuse of a boyfriend." Harry sighed once again, pulling Louis again so now he was the one leaning his head on Louis' chest.

He can hear Louis' heartbeat from this position and it feels rather calming.

"I wouldn't want it any other way. Besides, it's kinda cute that you get jealous." 

Harry hears Louis let out a small cute laugh as he started playing with Harry's loose curls.

"I'm not cute." Harry muttered with his eyes closed, just loving this moment with Louis altogether.

"I love you Louis." He whispers after a moment of them just enjoying each other's silence.

"I am very much inlove with you too." Louis replies and Harry felt Louis' pulse speeding up and he's so happy that he can get that kind of reaction from this amazing human being.

Harry could cry at how good that was to hear but he's not going to. He pulled Louis a few inch away and just stared at him. He had grown accustomed to staring at Louis that he had his face all memorised, from the acne scars on his face to the barely visible wrinkles on his eyes from too much smiling. That's how Louis should look when he gets older, wrinkles which was caused from pure happiness. Harry can literally be such a fucking sap sometimes.

"Um.." A sudden voice and a cough broke their gaze apart.

Harry quickly looked at the door and saw Ashton standing awkwardly and scratching the back of his head. He looks sheepish and a little bit red faced.

"Oh Ashton! How long have you been there?" Harry asked, he gently lifted Louis up and placed him on his feet.

Louis replied with a small thank you and kiss on Harry's cheek. Harry just grinned dorkily at him.

"Long enough to hate my life because I don't have a Louis." Ashton replies sourly at having to witness such tooth achingly display of affection.

"Fuck off mate, he's mine." Harry scowls. His demeanor changed instantly from loving to menacing that Ashton has to take a tentative step back.

Instead of being afraid, Louis took Harry's hand and laced it with his own which did the trick because Harry's face lightened up a little.

Ashton was impressed with their connection but decided not to anger Harry any further.

"Chill Harry, I love my life and I don't want to be murdered yet." Ashton replies jokingly.

"Asshole." Harry replied but he was now smirking at him.

Ashton felt like he had dodged a bullet, he took a mental note of not making any jokes about stealing Louis.

"If you're ready, Paul said we should start our practice in 3 minutes." 

Harry nodded.

"Alright, I'll be there."

Ashton gave a nod and quickly left the two alone.

When Harry was sure that no one was there or eavesdropping, he turns back to Louis.

"So I'll catch you later?" He asked because he mentioned earlier that he'll be walking Louis home.

"I'll be next to the ring watching so you wouldn't get distracted about me going around the gym." Louis said as he smiles at Harry.

Louis knew how important this fight was for Harry as he heard from Luke that a professional boxing trainer will be their to watch. This could be the break that Harry was waiting for him to go pro.

But Harry seems a little confuse and worried with Louis' answer.

"I'm not stopping you right? This is what you want?" Harry asked just to  ake sure.

Louis laughed and pulled Harry out of the changing room and back at the ring.

"Of course Harry, you're not forcing me into this. I want to watch my boyfriend punching people." Louis winks and Harry burst out laughing because he knew that was a lie, Louis hated seeing Harry punching people but the thought that Louis' wouldn't be talking to any sweaty guys in the gym puts him at ease.

"I love you." Harry said as they walked together with their hands intertwined.

"I love you too." Louis answers back just as quick and just as loving.

 Harry sure as hell wouldn't let this boy fly way out of his life, never.

~*~

 5 years later

Harry blinks as he stares at the empty gym, he has been sitting at one of the equipments and not minding the smell of sweat lingering on the air.

Paul seems to have upgraded a bit but it still looks like the old same gym that Harry used to waste all his time in when he was young. The poster he made about an advertisement was still posted on the side and next to it was a framed picture of himself, face a little bruised and teeth bloodied but still grinning widely while holding up his championship belt. Trust Paul to do something like that.

But Harry might be smiling on that day, but if you look deeper on his eyes you can see nothing but sadness. That was the time everything turned to shit.

Harry knew the gym became somewhat famous but there wasn't anyone inside, probably because Harry had called Paul and ask if he could visit. He knew Paul would close the whole gym just for Harry but Harry had hoped that he didn't.

The silence has been torturing him from the past 20 minutes of just standing there and all this memories crashing at him like a train.

Harry didn't know how it all happened but it felt like it happened so fast that he couldn't control it. It had spiralled into something so undeniably messed up that Harry didn't know how it ended up this way.

He had lost Louis.

No, he didn't actually lose him, he failed him

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A/N: You were probably not expecting that?? Me too hahahaha prepare yourselves.

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