Back Together or Lost Forever?

London, love!

---------- Shirley's POV ------------------

I woke up to sunlight peaking through the window. I must have forgotten to pull the curtains.

I got up out of bed, and stretched a bit. I felt so good this morning. I heard some loud talking in the kitchen, and  some weird smells.

I went into the bathroom and changed. I came out in a Duke hoodie and black ripped jeans. I let my brown hair loose.

Walking into the kitchen I saw a messy sight. Neither of the boys noticed me, so I just stood and watched them. They both seemed to be mixing something. I went over and gave Max a hug, which startled him, and kissed him lightly.

"Morning love," Harry said, "You haven't taught this one how to cook, have you?"

I laughed, "No I haven't. We usually just go out and get coffee or something."

He looked up in exasperation and said, "I can tell! He can't cook at all!"

I grinned and made my way to the couch. "Do you have Netflix Harry?"

"No I don't hun, sorry. You can sign into your's though."

I tried logging in, but I couldn't seem to get the password. What was it?

Max walked over to me and sat down, and changed the password to a new one. He pointed a finger at me and said, "You better remember this one. It's the day we met." 

We met on September 3rd, 2018. I was walking through the park, going to practice. I saw a little girl getting beat up by an older boy, I walked over, but Max had already gotten there. He dragged the older boy off, and found his parents. I was walking off, smiling to myself, and he stopped me. He said, "Sorry, I was coming over to talk to you, but I saw that kid beating that poor girl, and I had to do something."

I ended up giving him my number, and he walked me to the building where I was practicing with my team. 

I asked Max if we could go to the gym I saw down the street, and he said he would ask Harry if he had membership. Harry said he did, so we all got ready. I grabbed my volleyball backpack, and put on my spandex. Harry's eyes trailed down my body, and Max noticed. He shoved Harry out the door,  and Harry said, "But that's not fair! How come you get to and I don't!!" Max laughed and said, "Cuz she's all mine!"

I rolled my eyes. Do boy's every grow up? Or are they as mischievous as Peter Pan for the rest of their lives?

We got to the gym, and I was surprised. It was so big! It reminded me of our high school gym. Big, spacious, and a gym you could see yourself beating your own records. I took off my hoodie, going onto the court with my old jersey and shorts. Max came with me, and helped me warm up.

After we finished warming up, he said, "What first? Serving? Digging?"

"Serving." I said, walking behind the line we had to serve from. Harry stood outside the court, on the bench watching.

I threw the ball up and did a perfect jump serve, landing the ball in Max's arms. Yes. That felt good. I hadn't been able to play since I had left my team for a while in Chicago.

"Wow. That's incredible. My sister Gemma knew how to play, but I was that good."

"Hey.... Max knows how to play... decently." I said smirking, "How about you two team up against me?"

"Alright!" They cheered, going to the other side of the court.

--------------- Harry's POV -----------------

The coin flipped onto tails, the side me and Max picked. I always seemed to have luck with things like this. Me and Max spread out, and I let him serve first. He served underhanded, and Shirley quickly dug it, set it, and spiked it towards me. She looked like a bird in the air. I made a motion to get the volleyball up, and succeeded. Nice. Haven't done this in a while. Max set the ball up, and told me to hit it over. I figured that I couldn't do it as well as Shir did, so I barely tapped it over. Shirley laughed at this and said,

"You think you can beat me don't you Styles?"

Max laughed and said, "Don't worry, we know we can't"

"Well.... I know you do, but Mister Styles here doesn't."

I braced myself, because I knew she was getting heated up. And for once, actually I was right. She picked up the pace well, and at the end, she had beaten me and Max by twenty points.

"Okay Okay. We get it! You're a diva at this!"

"Thanks! But ya'll are really that tired?"

I looked up at Shirley. She then saw the sweat that had formed on my forehead, and had gotten all in my hair. But she hadn't even broken a sweat!

"Geez, you two nasty things need to go home and shower."

I agreed, and Max did too. We made plans to leave Shirley at Starbucks, and we would meet her there later.