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Harry Imagine for @sierrastyles0201

First thing's first: I'm sorry this is so late. Something came up, and I had to work through that first. But here it is, Sierra! Yay :D I also would like to apologize for my softball termonology. I don't play softball, and I know littlle about it, so if I get some of the facts wrong, just let me know and I'll try and fix them. Hope you enjoy it! :)

I sat in the dugout, impatiently tapping my foot. My eyes glazed over the crowd, searching for the one person that I knew wouldn’t be there. My boyfriend, Harry, had been on tour for three months now, and I was missing him severely. Part of me wished that he would show up out of nowhere for my most important game of the season, but I knew that that wasn’t going to happen.

My mother caught my eye as I raked over the crowd one last time. She nudged my father, and they both waved, my dad holding up his camera to snap a picture. My friend, who was also on the team, noticed the photo opportunity and leaned in close to me to get in the picture, causing me to laugh. “Ready to win, Sierra?” she asked me, fixing her helmet.

“Yeah, I am so ready. I’ve been ready for this game all season.” I couldn’t help but search the crowd one last time with my eyes. (Y/F/N) caught me though, and she knew what I was up to.

“Sierra, he’s not here,” she whispered gently.

I sighed, finally facing reality. “I know. I can’t help but hope though, you know?”

She nodded, watching the game as she assessed what I just said. “I do know. I also know that you’re up to bat next,” she said, patting me on the back. I stood up, adjusting my helmet and picking up a bat, giving it a couple of test swings.

I stepped up to bat after a couple of minutes, hearing my parents and teammates cheering me on. The pitcher threw the ball, and I swung, missing. I sighed deeply to calm my nerves at the umpire yelled, “Strike one!”

I managed to hit the next pitch, sending one of my teammates home, another to third base, and me to second base. My team managed to send five more people home safely, including me, before we got three strikes and had to switch sides.

Out on the field, I was the main pitcher for my team. This was the last inning, and my team was only two points ahead of the other team. We were one inning away from winning the championship, and most of the team’s fate rested in me. I had to pitch perfectly this round.

I managed to strike two people out before the third batter hit a home run for themselves, earning her team a point and only allowing us to lead by one. I took a deep breath before winding back my arm and pitching again. The girl hit the ball, and it soared through the air, where it bounced off my teammate’s glove. My team worked restlessly, getting the ball back to me, but not before the girl had made it to third base.

I could see her smirk from across the field. She was confident in her speed and in her team’s batting. My eyes snaked over to the next girl batting, and I felt my heart plummet. I recognized her from last year. (Make up a name) was one of the top players in my league. She was fast and strong and had pretty much every skill I could imagine. She led her team to victory in last year’s championship, and the look in her eyes told me that she was confident that she was going to do it again.

I took a deep breath again, tearing my eyes away from (make up a name), glancing over at the crowd one last time. I saw my mother, her hands waving in the air, cheering maniacally. I saw my father, who was also cheering, his camera poised and ready to catch an action shot of what was probably my last pitch of the season. I was about to tear my eyes away from my family and pitch when I saw a pair of green eyes and curly hair that wasn’t there before.

Harry was sitting in the crowd, next to my dad, cheering my team on. I blinked, knowing this had to be a hallucination. It was a trick that my mind was playing on me to focus on the game and give me strength. Well, it was working. I tugged on my hat, directing the sun out of my eyes, and pitched my famous curveball at (make up a name).

She swung and missed, her eyebrows knitting together. So far in the game, she hasn’t missed one pitch. She set her mouth into a thin line, glaring at me from across the field as I wound back my arm to pitch again. I threw another curveball, and she swung at it again, this time missing the softball by only a couple of inches. I heard her groan in frustration as her teammate cheered her on from her place at third base.

I took one more breath. This was it. This was the last pitch. One more throw and I can strikeout one of the best players in the league. One more throw and my team could win the championship.

I wound back my arm and threw a third curveball, figuring that these were the girl’s weakness. Everything seemed to slow down to me as the girl blinked, her eyes deadlocked on the ball. She swung the bat… and the ball landed safely in my teammate’s glove.

All around me I heard cheering coming from the stands, and then my team was there around me, hugging me and squealing about our victory. We all laughed, some of us even throwing our hats in the air.

I was so distracted about winning that I didn’t notice when (Y/F/N) tugged on my shirtsleeve. “Look, Sierra! The banner!” she squealed, and I met her mischievous grin. I shrugged it off, turning to look at the banner that had caught half of my team’s attention.

My eyes widened as I took in, not the banner, but who was holding it instead. “Harry?!” I called out, breaking free of my team and running to him. He presented the banner to a couple of my teammates before wrapping me in a hug.

“Congratulations, Sierra!” he muttered in my ear, kissing my cheek as he set me down.

“How are you even here?” I asked, completely shocked. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Brazil or something like that?”

“Well, I was, but I decided to come see your game today. You didn’t think I’d miss the championship, did you?” Harry smirked, wrapping an arm around me.

I stuttered, not able to form a complete sentence. “So I wasn’t hallucinating? I did see you in the crowd?”

“Yes, ma’am. You did. Now give me a proper kiss before I grow old and wither away,” he replied, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me softly. “Congrats on the win, Sierra. You pitched great today,” he replied once we broke apart.

“Thanks for coming here for the game,” I mumbled into his chest as I hugged him.

“Anything for you, love. Now how about we all go out for celebratory ice cream?” he asked, and the entire team cheered even louder at the mention of sweets. We all walked off the field, championship banner raised high, and Harry’s arm wrapped securely over my shoulders.

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Again, sorry about my terrible softball knowledge! But I hope you liked it, Sierra! :D

How's everyone's summer going?! I know, I know! I went, like AWOL on this account, but I'm coming back! No worries! Look out for an update on Midnight Mistake, Harry Potter and the Demigods of Olympus, and possibly Little Things this upcoming week. Another imagine is on the way soon too, so you Niall girls better get ready! Oh, and if you like Harry Potter, feel free to check out my Draco Malfoy imagine that I wrote a couple of weeks ago. I promise it's worth five minutes of your life aha

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