Basically the life I dream of having if I was lonely and needed Harry to give me love.
One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles.
Y/N - Your name because you're the cutest
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synopsis: y/n's struggling with harry's coaching before the first tournament and harry's feelings control him more than he controls them
word count: 10.2k
contains: enemies to lovers, set at a boarding school, slow burn, angst, tennis rivals, strict parents, fluff, harry being a boy and not being able control himself around y/n
this is part 2 of the game, read part 1
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"Again,"
Y/N gritted her teeth and bounced the tennis ball on the ground before throwing it into the air with a straight arm and hitting it with the racket, watching as it pierced through the air to the opposite end of the court.
She heard a sigh come from the bench on the side of the court, "Again,"
She inhaled sharply through her nose to try and contain her temper as she repeated the same serve.
"Again,"
Y/N spun around on the heel of her New Balance trainers, her pleated, white skort twirling as she did. She crossed her arms and glared at the boy lying on his back in his school uniform which was now crinkled and unkempt after the school day. "You're not even watching," She replied for the first time after having done the same serve more than ten times already.
"I don't need to, I know you're not doing it correctly," He replied, monotonously.
She clenched her jaw, "Well as my coach, aren't you supposed to show me how I'm meant to do it correctly?"
"I can show you but it won't change anything," He said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He sighs and sits up, "You already know how to do a flat serve, I've seen you do it. You're just not hitting it hard enough. I can hear it in the way the ball lands on the other end of the court."
"You could have just told me to hit it harder," She retorts.
"Am I meant to play the game for you as well?" He quips which makes her blood boil.
This was their third training session, and Y/N had reached her limit. With her first proper tournament just three weeks away, she had hoped that seeking help from the best tennis player at Crestwood would elevate her gameplay.
However, Y/N was getting frustrated with each session being a monotonous repetition of drills she had already learnt herself. It grated on her nerves and she felt as though she was back to square one.
She was beginning to regret having enlisted Harry for his mentoring in the first place. Whenever they'd try to talk mutually to each other, it would just end up in an argument of some kind where they'd end up needing ten minutes to cool off.
