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chapter 2

He couldn't have dated my sister, "How old are you, Harry?"

"Nineteen," my eyes widened and he quickly spoke again, "And you?"

"Same."

My sister is 37 years old. If the age difference between them was a person they'd be out of high school. I can't comment on this, it will probably make him feel like I was judging him. But then again me being silent is doing the same thing. I couldn't help it, my mind was racing so quickly I couldn't think properly. But for some reason, ridiculous I know, I felt more attracted to him than before. Maybe it was because he had a type that wasn't me and I wanted it to be.

"Sorry I took a call from John, do you know what the score is?" Mel showed up, saving us from the silence. Harry looked to me as if I'd know the answer.

"No, maybe ask Suzanne, she usually has the scorebook," my step mother walked to presumably get the score. I watched an over-throw to first made by Harper and sighed. "So I'm guessing softball isn't too big in Cheshire."

"Not really." this again.

"It probably isn't too fun to watch when you don't play it."

"Not really." this time he let out a shy upturn of his lips. Harry looked over at me and finally readjusted himself to face me. "Now football I'm interested in. Have you ever played?"

I mirrored his position and shook my head.

"You should, I could teach you." he offered another small smile.

Harry seemed to be getting more comfortable with time, and I decided to draw more out from him. "You should, I'm horrible at it. Everyone liked it in gym. In softball we always use our hands, and soccer that's the one thing you can't. At least that's my excuse."

"Soccer," Harry made a face. "And you could always be a goalie, you use your arms to throw things there."

"I guess. And I could teach you a bit of softball."

"You're on."

I sighed. "How long are you here for??"

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know. Maybe forever."

For someone who just moved countries, that was an incredibly vague response. "Where are you staying?"

"For this first week, your sister. I'm hoping to find a flat by then," to say the least I'm a little confused as to why he's staying with his ex-girlfriend.

Harry studied his hands, and so did I. A cross lined his left, and I could see the spokes of something peeking out from under his sleeve. I began to read something on his right hand before his left covered it. I hurriedly looked up, "If you have trouble you can always stay at mine, I have extra rooms." Even I was surprised at my offer, I looked away for a moment.

"Uh, thanks," Harry didn't look that freaked out. I still felt butterflies in my throat from my offer. "Are we going out to eat after this?"

"I would think Harper's team is, it's the last game of the summer." It was nearly 9, so we could get a table at Los Cobos easy.

He looked over at the game, watching the fans panic over every call made. After a few seconds, I realized I was staring, so I pulled out my phone instead. I had 19 messages notifications, which may make it sound like I was popular, but I'm just terrible at keeping up with people.

In the middle of a text, Harry spoke up, "I think it's over."

The girls were touching hands across the field, so I stood up. Harry followed suit, groaning from sitting for so long. After finding Mel and Harper, who jumped at Harry as soon as she saw him, we were on our way to Los Cobos.

After some coaxing by Mel, Harper trudged to sit with her team. "But I want to sit with Harry! I haven't seen him in forever."

The girls and parents took up an entire section of seating, so Harry and I were told we'd be seated separate, which was partly relieving and partly unnerving.

However they failed to mention that we'd be seated with all of the kids. Being a younger brother or sister of someone who played a sport had to be terrible, having to attend all of your sibling's games and practices because you're too young to stay home. Maybe that's the reason they always seemed to be throwing fits and running around.

I quickly sat down, followed by Harry sitting across from me.

"Who's that?" Paige asked me, pointing at Harry. Paige was a seven year old with no filter, and she could easily be the most frustrating child I had ever met.

Harry looked up from the table. " 'M Harry, a friend of Harper's. And you are?"

Paige looked at me and asked, "Is he your boyfriend?" This didn't seem like that bad of a question, but once you don't like someone everything about them annoys the shit out of you. Which is why I had to contribute heavy effort into keeping my eyes in place, and responding with "No, I just met him."

After ordering drinks, there weren't nearly enough menus so we each had to take turns. This was as easy for 4-12 year olds as you could imagine. I couldn't get Harry's attention over the noise, so I nudged him with my foot under the table. His jaw clenched, gaze snapping up from his phone.

I was beginning to tell him that we'd have to get the menus while some were ordering when he pointed at his phone. Harry then passed it to me, new contact screen up.

Trying to keep the smile off my face (holy shit a cute boy just asked for my number holy shit) I entered my number and put my name as a simple Cam, handing the phone back.

Less than ten seconds later, I felt my own phone buzz.

hiiii

so okay my days have consisted of softball workouts, softball lessons, softball games, softball practices and sleep. sorry i havent updated quick and school is starting tomorrow so hopefully that'll start up some stress-induced highs where I get super inspired. comments and suggestions are welcomed bc idk about my writing rn