A Tragedy Away (h.s. fan fiction)

Chapter Thirteen

💙 Delia's POV💙

"Oh my god are you freaking serious bro!" I yell as I scroll threw my twitter feed.

"Yo Harry! Come look at this!!!" I motion to Harry who was sat on the ground where I took the ball from under him. He got up and walked towards me slowly. I swear that it was in slow motion. I held my phone out for him to see a picture of Lou, Liam, Niall, Claudia, Zayn, and Alondra at the movie. Alondra tagged me and Harry in it. They.....the whispers at the hospital!! They planned tho shit ugh.

"Wow. Well I came to play basketball...... You down?", I ask whip taking a seductive step back and bouncing the basketball. He just smirks and walks up to the court and says," Whoever makes it 2/3 first gets the ball." I nod and walk to the spot by the close to the court and get ready to shoot when he starts laughing.

"What?"

"What are you doing right there? The free throw line is over there..."

"I'm shooting from the girl line....duh"

"Oh well excuse me..." He said in a teasing way. It's like every word he says makes his accent sexier.

"Your excused", I say missing my first shot. I huff when I hear a chuckle from the side of me. I position the ball in between my legs in a squatting position. I fling the ball forward and launch it in the air making it. Okay Delia you got this last one.... I was about to shoot again when I noticed Harry pouring water down his front causing it to cascade down his abs and six pack. When I let the ball go it was no where near the basket. I looked back at Harry to see a sight that almost stopped my heart. He was jogging towards where the ball ricocheted. His pecks were slightly jumping and his biceps were flexed because of the way he balled his fist up when he runs. I was staring so hard that I didn't know he was already half way back and when I looked up in his eyes they were already on me with a cocky smirk on his face. When he came up to me he winked and said," My ball. Let's start Lia."

*2 hours later *

"And.....That's game." He said while making his 21rst shot. I lost by 21 points. Don't judge me....my ego has been shot down with a sniper rifle. I tried not to get mad butt the smile on his face pisses me off no matter how cute it is.

"Jerk." I say and he laughs as I walk towards where the ball landed. She I start to head back to him I see his back turned and he is resting his hands on his hips. And in this moment I let my anger get the best of me. I grabbed the ball in both hand yelled,"Think fast Thor!!" I launched the ball in his direction and as soon as he turned around in hit him right in the forehead. I heard him grunt and he fell straight back with a thump. I froze in place then screamed. I ran to where his body lay motionless. I put my hand on his chest and am able to feel his heartbeat thankfully. I look around at the people walking around the park occasionally glancing our way. I don't want to go to another hospital......there's only one way to do this........ I glance around one more time before taking my phone out of my sports bra and putting it in his pocket. I grab his rich arm and sling it around my neck and do the same with his left. He doesn't have a shirt on so I can't drag him to my car. I'm going to have to carry him. Only I don't realize just how heavy he is. I mean I know Harry was built but not like this. I get his knees off the ground but when I start to walk backwards to my car his feet drag drawing attention to us. I look around and see every eye in the park is on me. Even an old lady's dog stopped peeing to watch. I drop Harry and threw up a piece sign to the old lady and awkwardly stepped away from Harry. Okay so I'm gonna have to do this quick. God but he's so heavy!! I'm already half way to my car. I can do this. That's right Delia let's go! When everyone turns away I hurry and grab his arms like before and drag him as fast as I can but some random man looks and starts to dial on his phone. Oh god no!

"Hi sir! How are you today?"

"Is your friend alright? What happened?"

"Huh? What did you say?" I pretend I didn't hear him and turned around quickly grabbing Harry by his torso and drag him to the front of my car. I had to leave him there to open up the backseat and move my arts and craft stache that I hide from Alondra because she says it's too much nerdy-ness for one house. I turn back to him and notice a purple and red mark on his forehead where I hit him with the basketball. I carefully try to put him in the backseat. It takes me a good 10minutes to put him back there. Once I get in the front I drive to my apartment. I don't know what I would've done if my apartment wasn't the first one you see when you get there. I drag his limp body out of the backseat and make sure he don't hit his head on the concrete. Then I get my phone out his pocket and call Alondra.

"Hello?"

"Are you home? Please say you're home?" I desperately ask.

"Yea, why?"

"We have a situation......"

"Harry's pregnant???!!!!!! I knew I shouldn't have tried to set that date up!" She laughed.

"Shut up! I'm freaking out....something happened.."

"Where are you? I'm on my way..." That is why I love this girl she doesn't even care the situation.

"Come outside.... I hear shuffling around and then I see her peak her head out our front door. I'm standing by a knocked out Harry who is laying on the grass of our apartment. My hair us everywhere and I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. She runs towards me yelling what happened.

"You have to help me get him to my room!"

"Oh god. Okay. Grab his feet ill get his arms." I closed my car doors and did as she instructed. Even with another person helping, he still was too much weight. We had to stop every five feet for a break. I can hear Alondra murmuring about Harry being fat. Even though he CLEARLY isn't. We miraculously manage to get him into my small, stuffed animal filled bed. The sight does something to my stomach and heart. Uggh now what am I gonna do while he's unconscious..... Alondra left to Han out with Lou at his place so I decide to go in the living room and watch The Hobbit movies in chronological order. God Bilbo Baggins gives me life. I'm so captured in the journey to the lonely mountain.