Receiving Her (h.s. au)

XVII

Harry's POV

I run off the field at halftime and we get into the locker room, my hands pulling off my helmet as I run my fingers through my hair. After I text Emma to come in here, I turn my focus to coach before I unlace my shoe.

He talks for a while, mainly to the defense, and a knock is heard at the door. The assistant coach answers it and I hear Emma, my head nodding to coach to let her in.

She walks in, her hair in a ponytail and my jersey adorned on her torso. I smile and she grins at me, sitting on the bench. It smells in here, and I hate bringing her in here, but my ankle needs to be rewrapped.

"I'm sorry I brought you in here," I tell her, her blue eyes looking up at me.

"It's okay. Anything to make sure this heals," she grins, my heart pounding at that smile. She has single-handedly made me want her. Emma has made me aware of feelings I didn't know I could possess and I meant it when I said I want her to be a constant in my life. With the NFL now drafting me in the next upcoming months, I need her to help me through the stress of working out, long nights of paperwork, and all the burdens of becoming pro. Emma's innocent personality is all I could ask for; keeping me tame when I used to be wild.

After it's wrapped, she gets off the bench but I grab her hand. She moves closer to me and kisses my cheek, telling me good luck. I smile and nod, letting her go reluctantly.

If it were up to me, she'd live with me. I don't give a fuck if I've only dated her for a few months. My entire life I've look for stability and I've found it. Emma trusts me, and I trust her. I feel like it's only a matter of time before I can get her to move into a different place with me. When she stays at my place when my roommates are out, I get the best night sleep. It's something about holding the person you adore that makes sleeping effortless and easy.

We get back out on the field and we set up a play, my feet ready to run. As soon as the ball is hiked, I'm running down the field and curving. The ball is in my hands and I'm tackle to the ground, my hand tossing the ball to the ref before I stand up.

The plays are ran and we end up winning, my body tired from the day's work. I get in the locker room and shower, putting on my under armor shirt and my basketball shorts. I grab my shoulder pads and bag and walk out of the locker room, meeting up with Emma at the entrance. She's not there and I start to look around, seeing her long brown hair.

I walk up behind her and set my hand on her shoulder, her blue eyes bright as she looks at me. Her smile widens as I look at her, her warm hand grabbing my waist. My lips press to her forehead and she grabs my hand, the two of us walking to my truck. After I set my shoulder pads in the back, I help her in and drive us back to her apartment. She holds my hand as we walk up to her door, my hands holding hers as she rests her back against the door.

"I don't know if Leah's home," she tells me, my lower lip taken between my teeth.

"Do you want me to stay?" I ask her, her words always minimal but it's easy to tell when she wants something because her eyes light up and her cheeks flush.

"Yes," she grins, her cheeks pink. She turns around and I wrap my arms around her, watching as her fingers move to unlock the door. The door opens and I hold her, lifting her into my arms and kicking the door shut behind us. I lock it and carry her to her room, her fingers ruffling through my hair.

"My game is out of town next week. Do you want to come with me?" I ask, her head nodding.

"Anything to see my macho man," she tells me, my smile growing at her words. Whenever she calls me hers has an effect on me; making me know she wants me just as much as I want her.