Both || A Harry Styles Fanfiction

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CHAPTER TWO

A sharp whistle is blown, signaling the end of practice.

"Number 17, come here." Coach Bennett calls me from across the gym. After three years of being on South Brighton High School's volleyball team, that's still my name. Number 17. I don't think she ever bothered to learn it. Actually, I think the only person on the team that knows my name is one of my best friends, Gabriella. She's a senior, while I'm a junior. How we became friends, even I don't remember, it's just always been that way. We grew up living two houses away from each other, and despite our one year age difference, have been the closest ever since we were 5 and 6.

I step up to my coach and make my presence known. "You called for me, coach?" I ask her.

"We owe you for five assists and half of the game's score today, 17."

"Oh..." I honestly didn't even realize I did that well today. I guess I'm just stressed. I don't know, honestly. I feel like Harry isn't going to show tonight. I'm going to be parked in his driveway waiting for him to come home to HIS house. I'm going to be in my car, just waiting, and I will probably wait a few hours for him; just because I love him that much. I love him so much that I would wait for three hours in a pitch black car in his own driveway for him. I love him that much. Lately, I'm starting to think that he doesn't love me like he-

"What was that, 17?" Coach Bennett interrupted me.

"What was what, coach?"

"Something about a driveway? I didn't hear you, you were mumbling."

"Oh, nothing." I looked down at the newly waxed gym floors.

"Okay..." she seems confused, but I hope to God that she goes with it.

"Like I was saying, you're good 17."

Thank God.

Wait what?

I'm good?

"W-What?" I stutter.

"You're the only junior on our team, and isn't this your first season playing?" she asks me, and I nod silently.

"You're doing well, 17, Keep it up." she acknowledges me. "Thanks coach." I smile at her. "Go get changed, and get out of here." she teases.

I walk into the girl's locker room, confused, but really happy. Looking around for Gabi, I pick up my duffel bag and walk over to the showers. As I take off my sliders and my practice jersey, I look at my body in the mirror.

I've never really remembered myself being unhappy with my body, but I do remember how depressed I was when my dad left us. It was loud, it was messy, and I never want to see him again. It's just me, my mom, and my sister now. It's better this way.

So as I step into the showers, I hear the locker room door open and close.

"Hey Gabi, where have you been?"

No answer.

"Gabi?"

I turn off the water and try to find my towel to wrap it around myself. I step out and look around for the duffel bag full of my stuff, but it's not where I left it.

"Gabi, did you take my bag? Give it back, loser!" I giggle.

I hear muffled laughing behind the locker wall and I know it's her. I tiptoe over to the wall and peek behind it.

There's no one there.

"Gabi, come on. Seriously, it's cold in here."

Still no answer.

"Gabi, I'm so gonna-"

I feel a pair of large, strong hands on my waist.

Definitely not Gabriella's.

I quickly turn around to see who's touching when I'm naked in the girl's locker room.

It's Harry.