Coach Bonnie

I snap my fingers.
"One Direction? That band thing?"

"Yes, that band thing,"Eric says.

"Remember when you told me you're good enough to train someone to box?"
When did I say that? Like, the day before the day before yesterday, before that."

"Last Wednesday..?" I trail off, thinking.
"What day is it?"

"Is that important?"

"It's very important, for your information." I cross my arms.
Eric rolls his eyes at my awesome sense of sarcasm.

'It's Saturday.. I think."

"Days of the week aren't important, Eric!" I tease and he huffs.


"Oh, hi One Direction," I wave at the not amused group and continue talking to Eric.

"You told me you think you're good enough to train somebody," Eric repeats, and I nod, sneaking glances at the band at the corner of my eye.

"I said that, but it was sarcastic," I reply and he grins.

"Well, here's your wish, you're going to train them."

"I'm going to do WHAT now?" I whisper-yell and run my fingers through my hair. Nope. Nada. This is all wrong.
When I said I was good enough to train someone to box, I was joking. Anyone can tell.

Why would Eric take it for granted!?
My life is ruined.
I plaster on a fake smile and nod.
"Yeah, okay, thanks," I say with fake cheerfulness.

*HARRY'S POV*

I looked over at the girl talking to Eric impatiently.
She has long brown hair reaching up to her thighs, braided at the back. Her eyes are a grayish blue, with green mixed in a little. She looks extremely tired, but still fierce, and it helps that 2 huge boxing gloves I don't think fit her correctly are dangling from a belt on her sweats.


She puts on a fake smile and walks up to us.
"Hi, I'm Bonnie, I'm gonna be your coach," She says with fake cheerfulness, and grits the back of her teeth to keep from screaming..

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