Eighteen | H.S. |

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"So.. How do we get Perrie's phone number?" Harry ask.

"I need you to unlock Zayn's phone." He walks over to the table where Zayn left his phone and Harry unlocks it and hands it to me. I scroll through his contacts until I find Perrie. I pull out my own phone and put the number in my contacts. "Okay, now we have to get them at the same place."

"When?"

"I haven't decided, but soon. I have to talk to Perrie." He looks confused at first but slowly nods. He pulls me into his chest. His smell of mint and spices fills the air. I listen to the steady beat of his heart. I look up into his pale green eyes, which are focused on the screen. He brings the glass of water to his lips and catches me starring at him.

"What?" He ask.

"Do you think I will play again? You know softball." He looks at me with a worried expression.

"Yes, you will. I know you will." He gives me a light squeeze and I sigh.

"I don't think I will." I hear the glass slip from his fingers and see him give me a hard look.

"Don't give up hope Sarah."

"I don't think I will be the same when I return. I mean it's going to be nine months before I can even put a helmet on my head. I'll never be back to where I was." It's true, I won't be. I will be out of shape. And my batting average is going to drop, and I will have to completely rebuild what I had.

"No it's not. As long as you do your physical therapy, you will be back before you know it. You might not be exactly the same, but you will still be amazing like the first time I saw you."

"You really believe that?" I said as he nodded and started to pick up the shards of glass. I want to help, but I can't because of my knee. His curls cover his eyes as he puts the sharp objects in the trash can.

"Speaking of physical therapy.." He changes the subject and I sigh. Uh, physical therapy is going be horrible. "We need to start tomorrow, like the doctor said."

"Do we have to?" I groan and he ignores me. I look back at the huge television. The movie is about to end. It's getting really boring, considering that I have seen it at least seven times.

"Done." Harry carries the trash can back to its spot. "Are you tired?"

"Yes, extremely." I laugh and I feel Harry's arms scoop under my legs and waist. He carries me bridal style back to his room.

"Do you need something more comfortable?" He ask and I look at what I'm wearing. Jeans and a t-shirt.

"Yeah." He goes into the closet and walks back out with a white tee. He holds it out to me and I thank him. He turns around and I slip out of my jeans and shirt and pull the tee over my head. Changing is a lot harder with a torn ACL. Harry turns around and starts to strip down to just his boxers. Harry helps me to the bed and lays down. I feel his arm snake around my waist and I run a hand down his tanned torso. I trace the butterfly with my index finger and Harry wraps my hair around his finger, he plays with it. I feel him press warm kisses down my neck and towards my lips. His lips are soft against mine and He smiles. "What?" I ask pulling away.

"I love you so much." He reconnects our lips, still smiling, which causes me to smile. Because I can't explain how much I love him.

.....

I wake up in Harry's room. The sun cracks through the curtains and Harry wakes up also. He wipes his eyes and smiles. He is always so happy, I wonder why. I push back the curls that stuck to his forehead by sweat.

"When is your next practice?" I ask as he crawls out of bed.

"I was thinking about going to the fields today. Just me and you." I roll out of bed and wrap my arms around his back. He looks I. The mirror at the two of us and gets that goofy smile that I love.