Receiving Her (h.s. au)

VII

Two weeks. Two full on weeks of Harry and I going to lunch every day and hanging out. It's complete and utter bliss.

Now, I find myself in the stadium completely lost trying to figure out where Harry is. He's texted me to meet him at this numbered room and I'm probably fifty numbers off.

I turn down the row once I find it and walk down the steps, my eyes looking around. I stop and hide behind the wall when I see the football team leave the locker room, Harry the last one out. He turns his head and I walk over to him, his lips curving.

"Hi Rookie," he grins, my lips curving as I move closer to him.

"Hello Curly," I smile, his dimples deeply indented in his cheeks.

"You want to come to my place after the game?" he asks, my head nodding. We have movie nights so often and I love relaxing with him. He's a blanket himself and I love it.

My hands move to grab the neck of his jersey, his hand dropping his helmet and wrapping his arms around me.

"Be safe please," I tell him, his lips curving. I know I'm being the protective girl, but he could get really hurt.

"I always am. Now I got something to look forward to after the game," he winks, making me blush. He leans his face down and presses his lips to my cheek, my lips turning into a smile. He loves to kiss me and I don't even mind.

"Good luck," I whisper, his fingers holding onto my waist.

"Thanks Em. I'll see you right here after the game," he says, leaning his forehead on mine. I nod and he presses a soft kiss to my lips, my heart pounding.

"Gah, never gets old," he smiles, leaning down and grabbing his helmet as I blush.

I pull him back one last time and he kisses me one more time before he runs onto the field, putting his helmet on as he runs.

I make my way to Leah and she smiles, handing me the popcorn she bought. We stand and watch the game, Harry scoring the first touchdown of the season. I can't help but admire how good his little butt looks in his uniform. But what really gets me are his tattoos that form on his muscular torso and arms.

"I can't believe you're dating him," I hear someone say, my head sheepishly turning to face a girl. She's really pretty and her body is really skinny.

"Get over it," Leah says, her eyebrow rising over at her.

"Wasn't talking to you. I'm talking to this bitch," she says, looking right at me. That makes me upset. What did I ever do to her?

"I'm sorry," I tell her, her lips releasing an amused sound.

"Sorry. Don't come crying to me when he wants more and you don't," she says, walking closer to me.

"He's not good for some tight ass virgin like you. You probably don't even realize how good he is," she smirks, walking away from me.

"Emma," Leah says, but I can already feel my tears building. It's like high school all over again. The bullying was horrible and ruined my life after Johnny.

"Will you drive me home?" I say, her body standing up.

"Em, you can't let her bother you. Harry chose you," she says, my heart racing and my mind spinning. I just need to be alone for a while.

"Please," I beg, her lips releasing a sigh.

After she drops me off at home, she goes back to catch the rest of the game and I lay in bed watching Netflix. My hand holds my phone as I watch a show, my body curled beneath the sheets.