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You Had Me At Hello

Greasy White - Washed Walls

Zara's POV


I took her bleached blonde hair and yanked it with all my might, she yelped in pain as she fell harshly to the floor.

Such fun. Bitch.

"And Zara Phillips takes the stage!"
Lol of course I do, I've never lost one match.

I grinned with pleasure at the thought of the look on that typical blonde's face when she has the strength to get up.


Walking into the grimy dressing room I mopped my face with a sweaty magenta towel.
The greasy white-washed walls looked like some one had threw up over them after a match.
Come to think of it, they probably have.
"Urgh, they need to clean this place more often." I muttered to myself in a disgusted tone.

I felt a sudden vibration in my shorts pocket. Grabbing it I slowly read the text.
It was Harry.
'Where are you?xx' I read.
'Just finished off some blonde girl from Malibu. Be home soon xx'


I quickly changed into a black crop top and american print high waisted shorts.
"That should do it." Oh crap. I looked down to find a greeny purple bruise on my wrist.

I hopped into the car whilst sliding on a Pandora bracelet on my bruised wrist.
Ouch!
I cursed to myself as I almost burnt myself with the hot seatbelt.

Ahh, I teased myself over the fact that in ten minutes I'd be home with Harry.


Harry's POV

'Just finished off some blonde girl in Malibu.'
And another match one.

I'm up for some action tonight.

Smirking, I pulled on a white tank top and boxer shorts.

Hopefully pretty soon, I won't need any.
Lol.



"Harry I'm home!"
Finally.






















Notes

So here is the first chapter!

I'm quite excited to write the next chapter.

Zara's job is inspired by 'The Fighter (AU/PUNK)

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