Harry's POV
"So you've got the plan down, right?" I ask as I continue to pace across his living room.
"Yes Harold. When he comes again, you're going to convince him to go to some woods area you know about where I will be waiting with the cops and a tape recorder, you'll provoke him into repeating his plans, then the cops will take his ass to the big house and you can go running back to your little wife."
I roll my eyes at his nonchalant attitude and the fact that he keeps calling Sutton my wife throughout this process but nod anyway. "Good. I expect him to come around sometime soon so when he does I'll text you and you immediately get the cops and go."
"And what if we're not there in time?" he asks.
"I'll tell him to meet me at a certain time later on so you'll have time." We both pause and I start slowly pacing again, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Relax. It'll work. You'll have her back before you know it."
I sigh and sit down on the couch. "I don't understand it. I've never been this hung up on someone. If I had to walk away from any other person in this world I wouldn't even care about getting them back and here I am, composing this huge elaborate scheme to get her back."
"Well it's not really that elaborate," he says. I snap up at him and he puts his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, trying to lighten the mood. Not a good decision; noted." He joins me on the couch but keeps a safe distance. I think this is weird for him too. Talking like this again. Just like before I went to the institution, before he slept with Gemma and made me out to severely injure him. "In a few days she'll be back."
"Yeah... I just hope she believes me when I tell her why I did what I did."
~~~Sutton's POV~~~
The entire waiting time for my long program I'm thinking about Harry. Watching Ellie and Louis skate and come in first place- again- and then waiting backstage for my own division to come to a close with me finishing. Waiting on the sidelines and facing away from the rink all I think about is Harry and how much I love him and how I wish he hadn't done what he did.
The skater just before me finishes and I divert my eyes from the scoreboard. I don't care about her score, I don't care about what score I have to make. All I care about is skating for him.
The announcer calls for me to take the ice and I hand my soft guards and earplugs to Lorelai before taking the ice. My Youth costume glitters and shines underneath the lighting they have put on me and the ice. I get in my position and wait for the music start so I can skate the best I've ever skated before because that's the kind of power and passion he gives me.
Every move I do reminds me of him. My opening triple lutz is the first time we met: graceful and unexpectedly beautiful. That day he didn't take his eyes off of me during practice and then walked over to tell me I was a good skater. I didn't know just what those simple words would lead to. I land the jump clean and perfect and go into my next elements.
When it comes time for my triple axel I know exactly what it is and how to fuel it: it's me and Harry. It's complex and it's challenging and it's complicated but it's one of the most powerful things. All of the fighting and the screaming and the crying but also all of the laughing and the kissing and the happiness go into this jump. I make it around three and a half times but I have so much power that I have to stop myself from doing a quad. I land it clean and perfect and go into my next elements.
My triple flip, triple flip combo represents the back and forth of me and Harry and how we keep going in circles and repeating. We fight, we make up, we fight, we make up. We can't stop the inevitability of being together and that's what's keeping me from breaking down. A part of me hopes that this is another protection plan and that he's going to come back and say that he was lying about lying again and that he really does want to be with me and that he really loves me because God I love him. I love him so much. I land it clean and perfect and go into my next elements.
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Off The Ice
Fanfiction18 year old Sutton Caverly has been training since she could walk to become a professsional figure skater. Following in her mother's footsteps of having her time at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Russia is all Sutton has ever wanted to do. She can't re...