She's back ~ L. Hamilton

58. | Final 16

I defeat Mstofi in the second round.

Nicki defeats Grene in the second round.

In the third Nicki takes down Bakula. I beat Aceto.

After I finally got Daniel to leave me alone and go back to his hotel room, I turn on my tv and curl up under the covers of the bed, attempting to calm myself.

The round of 16 is tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow morning me and my uncle will wake up early and go on a walk and then watch clips of Moretan's previous games.

The phone rings, for a moment I wonder if it's Lewis, for another moment I wonder if it's Liam.

"Ciao"

"Ciao Marco"

"Tomorrow morning, eight AM"

"Yes, lo so giá"

"Just reminding you, and.....did you see Liams match?"

"Yeah" I say "he played beautifully"

He defeated Nathan Waters today in the final 16.

"Maybe the best I've seen him play all year"

Liams now headed to the quarterfinals for the first time in a slam since 2012.

I haven't spoken to Liam since our fight. When I end the call with my uncle, I keep the phone in my hand. I consider calling Liam, my fingers hover over the buttons.

But instead, I place my phone on the nightstand, turn off the tv and go to sleep.

****

"You've played her before Delaney, it's just another match" My uncle said, looking across at me as we stood in the tunnel

"Just another match" I shrug

"The crowd is huge, everyone's here"

"Who's everyone?"

"Doesn't matter, only thing that matters to you is me and Daniel being here" He says and I nod my head

The tunnel was pretty empty, most of the staff workers were gone somewhere, to give me and my uncle as much privacy as we could get.

I could spot the Netflix crew over against the wall, they weren't hiding but they were definitely trying to blend into the wall behind them. They've been following me for the whole open so far, and today wasn't any different.

"Me and Dan will be up in your players box, you know it" he said and I nodded again

The noise of the crowd was loud, very loud. I could hear the noise and screaming coming through the roof above us.

"She's good, but you're better, okay, and -" he trailed off his words, his eyes connecting to something behind me.

Or should I say someone.

I turned to look at what had caught my uncles attention.

Lewis was awkwardly standing by a pillar, looking over at us. He smiled when he saw that we had noticed him.

What the fuck was he doing at the Open? Nevermind under the seats?

But he did look good, I'll give him that.