Find You There (Fanfic Version)

Fourteen

Harry shows up in the field, again, practicing on his own. He still has his soccer uniform on and yep, his jersey number is thirteen.

I wait for a few minutes for him to be alone until I decide I can't be a patient anymore. I stand up and leave my things at the bleachers, making my way to him.

He sees me within the range if five meters and I smile a little. "I hope you're not mad at me."

Harry shakes his head, "No, I'm not mad at you. It was a nice thing to do, although I've got to admit it was every bit uncomfortable." He chuckles a little, yet he sounds like he could use a break.

"Had Louis been an ultimate cap?" I ask.

He raises an eyebrow, which also meant he didn't understand what I said so I take a deep breath and rephrase it, "Is Louis harsh at training?"

He grins, "Yep, you could say that."

"You should probably rest up, like sit down or whatever," I say, not really knowing why I'm straying myself from asking the question I've been wanting to ask.

"Yeah?" Harry slowly sits down and before I could even start talking again, he lies down on the ground and closes his eyes.

He hums, as though feeling the most peaceful he has ever been. He mutters a rather short Italian phrase. I am about to ask when he opens his eyes and smiles, "It means, this feels like heaven."

"Oh, okay," I reply. I sit down next to him and start playing with the soccer ball. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Saturday night," I trail on very slowly. "What's gotten into you?"

"I was sleepy?" He asks in a way that whoever talking to him could try to change the conversation. Not me.

"You said you thought I wasn't real?" I ask.

"Dreams, I reckon," he mumbles and closes his eyes. "I just thought it wasn't real, my mind was flying."

"You were racing that night, weren't you?"

He nods, "I sort of lost a thousand but, no regrets." He smiles and slowly opens his eyes. "Imagine if I'd done something, no one will ever let me forget that."

"I'm really just thankful you didn't run me over," I say and laugh. "Although that was a sweet ride. Admittedly, that was a cool car. Was it yours?"

"Yeah, it's mine," he answers. "I just don't use it."

"Chick magnet?"

"No, carnap magnet," he says and I laugh, of course that car looks absolutely cool.

"I thought your father doesn't like spoiling you?" I ask.

"I bought it," he answers. "Sponsors help, I did represent England once."

Wow. This guy is just a little bit older than me and he's living a better life than mine.

And that leads me to a certain idea.

"You gotta make it up to me," I say.

"I'm sorry?" He asks.

"Look, you almost hit me, I fixed things up between you and Runner. Add the fact that it was my mouth that got you into the soccer team, isn't it fitting that you just do me one favor?" I ask, explaining the best I can not to sound like a spoiled brat who just did all those things so that I get something in return.

I didn't want anything in return but the idea just seems a little too fun to ignore.

Harry sits up, his eyebrows meeting once again and his lips forming a thin line. He licks his lower lip and then nod, "Alright, what do you want?"