The Journalist

Chapter Twenty-One

Harry and I bought hats on our way into the park. He wore an Angel’s hat while I wore a Yankees hat. He wore black ray bands while I bought a purple pair.

“Twins!” we had cried when we saw each other and I laughed. We sat down in our seats and I explained the basics to Harry.

“This is too confusing.” He said. I smiled, “You’ll figure it out quick. They announce everything too.” The game started and we watched. I was way too into it as always, screaming and yelling with the other hardcore fans, completely forgetting my troubles. I could hear Harry laughing but I didn’t care. The Yankees hit a home run and we were both out of our seats cheering.

“I think I’m a Yankees fan now.” Harry said.

“Good choice.” Harry started yelling just as loud as I was and by the end of the fifth inning we were both a little hoarse. We sat down. Harry had his arm draped over the back of my seat.

“I can see why you like this.” He said. I smiled.

“Is it better than soccer?”

“No by a long shot but its close.” I hit his arm playfully and went back to the game.

“Oh no.” I groaned.

“What?”

“They’re doing a kiss cam. I hate those things.” Harry looked up at the screen.

“Hey he looks familiar.” I looked up at saw Harry and I on the screen. I started laughing.

“Kiss! Kiss!” The audience called. Harry smirked at me and I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He immediately blushed and the camera focused on someone else.

“Are you blushing?” I asked, still on my high from being brave enough to do that.

“No, I just…I have to pee.” He stood up abruptly and left. I shrugged and went back to the game.

The game ended with the Yankees losing by only one run. Harry came back sometime around the last 5 minutes of the game and acted like nothing had happened. We stood up and left with the rest of the fans.

“That was amazing. Thanks for inviting me.” I said.

“No problem.” Harry said. Some people glanced at him after he spoke. Harry grabbed my hand and started pushing through the crowd in a hurry.

“What, slow down!” I yelled. He sped up until we were free of people and he started sprinting towards the car. Just in time to avoid fans that started chasing after us. Harry and I got in the car and he sped off, his knuckles white on the wheel until we couldn’t see the fans anymore.

“Sorry.” He muttered after a while. “I didn’t want to get swarmed.”

“It’s okay.” I said, still a little shocked. Harry ran a hand through his hair.

“I hate it sometimes, but…what can you do?” I felt guilty. I was a journalist, normally I would be in that group rushing at him. He was unusually silent as he drove, his fingers tapping a rhythm only he could hear on the steering wheel. I stared at the window. He wasn’t mad at me for kissing him was he? I meant it only as a joke. We arrived at the hotel and he got out and practically ran inside the hotel. I got out and closed the door. I wanted to go after him but I was just a journalist on a job, I had already practically destroyed the boundaries between friend and business. I needed to start keeping my distance.