The Brightest Dark (Harry Styles) BOOK 1

Chapter 41

"Make sure you stay close to me, do not do something stupid," Harry pulls my car into a parking spot near the stadium.

"Oh more stupid than sneaking into a private stadium?" I play dumb.

"You know what I mean," he gets out the car.

I jump out and Harry comes around to grab my hand. He drags me to the back of the stadium after eyeing around the area, making sure no one is around. It's creepily quiet around this place, especially since we're in the ghetto part of LA.

"Ready?" He asks, putting the key in the back door.

"Yea," I smile.

Harry opens the door slowly, walking in with me behind. Every movement he makes, I shadow to make sure I don't trip and cause a big earthquake. I stay silent as Harry leads us down a dark corridor. He seems to know this pretty well, wonder how many times he's came here.

We make our way to the court, but it's pitch black. Suddenly the lights turn on and Harry backs away from a large power outlet. This place is huge, not to mention beautiful. The thousands of seats aligned perfectly, surrounding the whole court. Now I know how it feels to be at the court. It's incredible.

"I don't think anyone is here, if there was we would have been caught already," Harry states.

"There must be at least one person here, this place is huge Harry," I respond, he shrugs.

He grabs a ball rack to the court and I sit down in one of the floor seats. I watch as Harry continuously shoots at the hoop, missing a majority of them. At one point he gets angry and just throws it at the hoop. It hits the backboard and hits Harry right in the back. He groans loudly and collapses in the seat next to me.

"Why are you just sitting around here? You should shoot with me," he frowns.

"I'm not the best at basketball," I answer.

His face lights up, "I have an idea."

"What?"

"Strip basketball," a crooked smile spreading across his face.

"What's that?" I lean forward.

"We shoot baskets from the free throw line. Who ever missed has to take off a piece of clothing," he explains.

I watch as his eyes gleam, he really wants to do this. If it makes him happy, why not?

"Fine, but I'll kick ass," I smirk.

I stand up from my chair and grab the basketball from his grip. I run over to the free throw line. He watches me, perplexed, but stands up and runs towards me.

"I'll go first," Harry takes the ball.

He dribbles it a couple of times then shoots it. The ball hits the rim and bounces off. He grunts, causing me to chuckle, earning a glare from him. Harry takes his brown jacket off. Leaving him in his white tee and black pants.

"Your turn," he gives me the basketball.

I dribble it then bend my knees before sending the basketball flying towards the basket. It makes it in with a swoosh.

"And you said basketball isn't your sport," he scoffs.

"I didn't say anything about shooting hoops," I snicker.

"Wow," he shakes his head.

He picks up the ball and focuses on the net. He throws it like a basketball player, but it hits the net.

"WOW!" He throws his arms up in the air.

He takes his shirt off and I can't bare to take my eyes off his muscles. Tattoos swirl around his chest and I can't help but look at the one Arabic writing. Something about it distracts me. Harry coughs teasingly, noticing my trance to him. My cheeks redden.