Harry is a 23 yo boxer, but his life is complicated. He grew up in a shitty household, where his parents didn't have money. His house was small and dirty all the time, his mother used to drink her mind out and his father turned to drugs. And it is still is this way. Being financially difficult, Harry couldn't go to an university or afford an apartment himself. So he still lives with his shitty parents. He recently turned to box, to let all his anger and pain out somehow. He unfortunately doesn't always have the money for the trainings but his couch, Zayn, never pressured him, understanding his situation on the other hand, you, were med student that just started uni. You were freshly 21. You always wanted to be a doctor, to help other people, to make them feel batter. You knew this was a hard path but you're parents always support you with money and love, so it gave you one more reason to keep going. One night though, as you were walking back to your own apartment, you saw harry, leaning againts a building. He was sitting down, his chin buried in his chest, with a lot of blood on his shirt and knuckles. At first you were a bit frighten by him but as you slowly approached him, you saw he was passed out. Then you notice the box gloves next to him and you started to calm down a bit.

Earl and you had always had a complicated relationship. You were fairly close as kids, and he'd even promised to marry you back in High School. Since you had been the only girl who really liked him for him, and thought he was cool. However, things happened, and eventually, it got to the point where Earl and you hadn't spoken in years. But, you were number 78 on his list. 'Promised a girl in High School I'd marry her when we were older.' And, of course, he was going to accomplish everything off his list. When he found out you were still single and still in County, he drove to your house. After explaining his list to you, and apologizing for not keeping his promise, he dropped to one knee, holding a ring. "Daisy, will you marry me?" He questioned. Of course, you said yes, and the next week, you were Mrs. Earl Hickey. He and Randy moved into your house, and the relationship was, surprisingly, good. Earl was a surprisingly great husband. And even though Randy acted like a child, you didn't mind. You were happy again.