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Chapter 18: She Wears A Black Dress

i'm such a tease ahahahah

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Lucky for me, yet unlucky for Harry, Chelsea asked me if I could attend the next Jaguars game a week after the Harry and Alex incident. We had dropped the subject since then — and Harry had yet to take me on a date like he promised — but I agreed since I desperately needed another story and the Jaguars hadn't lost a game the entire season.

"I don't want to sound like I'm using you," she said with a small smile as I stood in her office that morning. "I know I'm asking for a lot of information regarding the Jaguars, but I promise you, I'm just trying to do my job."

"I understand." I said. Honestly, I didn't think she was using me to get to Harry; I just had the resources that no one else had access to. Our job as a sports and media magazine is to write stories on the lives and careers of these athletes and any sources she can find is worth taking advantage of.

"I am very happy for you, by the way," she added. "I don't exactly know how to prevent my employees from gawking over your boyfriend when he visits, but just know he is more than welcome to drop by every now and again. Just not too often, of course. You have a job that you must stay on top of."

I felt my cheeks redden when she referred to him as my boyfriend, and when I was about to speak up to correct her, she was quick to add another statement.

"If it bothers you in any way that people take photos, please let me know and I can create a policy regarding it."

I pressed my lips together, not even bothering. Harry was literally a friend with benefits, but I wouldn't dare say that to Chelsea. "It's not a bother," I assured her. "He's popular, I assumed after we started talking that there would always be cameras around."

She nodded in understanding and we discussed more on the content she wanted from the Jaguars' game next week. We discussed interviews and certain play-by-plays she would want to see. Hopefully an interview with the coach, but it's never easy getting a hold of him since he's the most popular one to talk to after a game.

I soon left and sat back down at my desk, and I started working on editing the articles I had been horribly procrastinating. This week has been hectic with how many games were scheduled, so Louis and Leigh-Anne and I were rushing to keep up.

"Talk to Alex lately?" Louis smirked as he tossed a stack of articles in his completed pile.

"Nope." I stated.

"Oh, Lord," Leigh-Anne groaned. "What's he talking about?"

"There's now a love triangle between Vivian, Harry, and Alex Edwards."

"Gross, Viv," She said as she pulled a disgusted face. "At least go for someone slightly less terrible. Like Ryan Hanson."

"The left-fielder?" Louis laughed.

"He's got pretty eyes." She defended.

"Harry has pretty eyes." I added as I stacked some papers at the front of my desk. "And besides —,"

"Talking about me at work, huh?"

I looked up, seeing those gorgeous green eyes I had just been referring to. My mouth dropped, and my eyes flickered to the bouquet of flowers in his hand. He smiled as he walked up to my desk, and I could hear Louis whisper, "Holy shît."

"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly, starting to notice the cluster of people beginning to form and take not-so sneaky photos of Harry. He looked a little nervous, his cheeks were lightly tinted pink and he was slightly rocking back and forth on his heels.