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FOURTEEN| war is love?

HARRY

I remember when she told me her friends died. It broke my heart and I felt the need to get closer to her. I felt that I needed to protect her. I don't know what from, but I felt I should stay with her. Why can't I get her off of my mind? Why am I thinking of her right now? It's Christmas Eve, eleven at night, and I'm thinking of her right now.

I sighed.

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When we went back inside, she had decided to go back in. She was inspected by that girl who taped her nose and was let back into the game. The score was fourteen to thirteen. I learned that you have to have fifteen to win a fifth last game or win by two if you're at the fifth game. And this is the last round, so it has to be nerve racking. I went back up to the stands as the whistle blew.

When I looked at her, she seemed different. I wish she would've kept her blue hair. It's beautiful and it's one of the many things that make her herself, and not some average, normal girl. She's the average, normal girl and all, but every normal girl has something about them that's special. For her, it was her hair

The referee blew the whistle after her team huddled up. I wonder what they say in the huddle? I noticed they had different expressions. Sometimes they're laughing, sometimes they're mad, sometimes they're serious, and sometimes no words were spoken at all from what I could see. I remember hoping they were being nice to her. Why does so many people seem to dislike her?

It was the other teams serve, Megan's team. I knew all along she wasn't friends with her. Megan served the ball over the net. The girl in the back got the ball and passed it to number seven. Number seven passed it up high. I stood in excitement as I watched the girl I came to see hit the ball straight to Megan, only for her to block it.

The girl beside my star player got the ball, number seven passed the ball to the girl in the back who wore a different color jersey. It almost didn't go over when she swung. It touched the net but Megan's team got the ball again before it hit the ground. Megan tried hitting it again but UCLA got it. Then, the ball was passed to number seven. Then, number seven passed it high. Cheers surrounded the court as my player was about to hit the ball. She hit the ball and it landed right on the ground by Megan's feet.

I cheered as loud as I could, she won the game! She looked at me and I gave her a thumbs up and a wink. She got high fives from her team and the people on the bench stood and hugged her. The coaches gave her high fives. She won the bloody game! I walked down the stands to her. The other team had just finished giving them a hand slap of good sportsmanship.

I noticed that Megan refuse to slap bet hand. I ran up to my star player and hugged her. I realize she doesn't like hugs, but she deserves one for winning the game with a bloody nose! Megan noticed me right then and scowled. She walked up to us and crossed her arms.

"So, you're bring Harry to every game?" Megan asked, hip poking out into an attitude.

"Why did you swing at me?" She frowned, pointing to her nose.

"Nice hair, see you've met up to Harry's standards," Megan said refusing to answer her.

She frowned, eyes to the ground. The hurt in her naturally sad eyes made it harder for me to watch her get bullied.

Megan huffed and chuckled sarcastically towards me. "Look at all the girls you've dated, all blondes."

"That's not true," I defended.

"Why did you try to break my nose?" She asked again.

"Because I fucking felt like it!" Megan growled. "You should've died like your friends!"

She stood speechless and the tears rolled down her cheeks. That was uncalled for and very disrespectful on Megan's part. My star players head went down lower as she wiped her tears. She looked weaker than she ever had before.

"Don't bring that up. She's not-"

"Oh, she told you?" Megan laughed. "I think it is so funny how she thinks people even care! No one cares about your dead friends, bitch! You should've died with them!"

Suddenly, she jumped right on Megan and started punching her. She punched Megan in the face over and over again. A crowd started to build and cameras whipped out. The cheering and yelling just made her more confident because they were cheering for her. I don't want to break it up, but violence is never the answer. I broke up the fight anyways, and pulled her into me and lightly pushed Megan away.

"You'll regret that, bitch! You will too, Styles!" Megan yelled being pulled away by her teammates and coaches.

The new blonde was pulled up by the front of her shirt and her jaw was squeezed tight by her coaches hand.

"You just won the damn game and you want to fucking fight?!"

"She started-"

"I don't give a shit who started it!" The coach yelled at her. "You're fucking suspended!"

Her head went down.

Every practice for two weeks, all you're gonna do it run. Run all that god damn anger out of you!" The coach yelled. "Now leave!"

She ran out of the building. I started to follow her, but the crowd around me became bigger and bigger. I saw Trent in the stands and he eyed me cautiously. I nodded. I took pictures with most of the people until Trent took me away.

"I need to see her," I said as Trent pushed me into the car.

"Not today, Styles. You were caught on video breaking up a fight that included that girl. She's the last person you're allowed to see," he said and drove away.

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MEGAN

Thinking about her makes me so fucking mad. It's Christmas Eve, why the hell is she racing through my mind?! I remember when she got brave and fought me.

That's what started it all for me.

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"Are you crazy, Meg?!" My coach asked.

"Just leave me the hell alone!" I yelled.

We are on the bus now driving back to the hotel. We never lose, so I hear. Everyone's blaming me for losing, but it's not my fucking fault!

"What happened?" Everyone asked me constantly.

"Number eleven got angry because her boyfriend kissed me," I shrugged.

"What?" They all asked. "Harry's her boyfriend?!"

"Yeah, and he likes me," I smiled, flipping my hair out of my fave.

They all gossiped and some even lied saying they knew it. He obviously likes me, he wouldn't have broken up the fight if he didn't. He would've just let me get beat up. I looked on my phone and watched the video of him kissing me in Kansas at the hotel. I cut the video to the part where he just kisses me and watched it.

It was perfect.

"Hey, check my Twitter and Instagram!" I had called out.

All the girls on the bus looked and their eyes widened. I heard someone say they're sharing the video, someone said they're retweeting, some saved it. I had smiled.

"Make it famous!" I giggled.

That was the biggest regret of my life.