The Writer (AU)

Chapter Thirty Six-

Song- Gavin DeGraw- Solider ❤️❤️❤️

Thanksgiving had passed all too quickly and the tournament was going slower than ever. Sitting on the bench, watching rebounds I could have gotten, layups and shots I could've made, it was the worst. We still won our first game and had another one coming at 2:45, in between Harry was playing our rivals. Sitting in the stands next to his mother, I scanned the team and smiled widely when I saw Harry pull up for a three point shot and nail it. Watching as he pulled his hair into a bun before shooting two free throws, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.

It was finally time to start the game and Harry made his way to half court for tip-off. Looking at his teammates and smirking before looking at me with a wink, he shook his arms and popped his back before shaking the shorter boys hand.

"Let's go, baby!" I yelled excitedly. The ref blew the whistle and threw the ball in the air. Harry's long arm extended into the air, hitting it to Jack and he sprinted toward the goal, hands up and wide open for the layup.

"C'mon, give it to him," I said quietly and Jack did just that. Scoring the first two points of the game, Harry sprang down the court and pointed at me with a wide smile as he raised his arms on defense. Keeping his hand in the passing lane, he deflected the inside pass and took off for a fast break layup. Another two points.

"Good job, babe!" I beamed. By the end of the first quarter, we were up 24-7, Harry having 20 of those points. Giving Harry a breather, I saw him slightly struggling to breathe and I locked eyes with him.

"Do you need your inhaler?" I mouthed, raising my eyebrows. He nodded, coughing into his jersey. I made my way out of the stands and behind the baseline quickly. Walking behind the bench, I tapped Harry's shoulder with his inhaler and gave him a quick kiss.

"I'll get you some water too," I smiled.

"Thanks baby girl," he sighed, taking a puff from the inhaler and smirking as I walked away. Seeing him go back in the game as I walked toward the concessions, I handed her a five dollar bill for a water and a Powerade, and heard the crowd cheer. Walking back in the gym, the score was 27-9. Giving Harry another breather after he made his three free throws, I walked behind the bench again and handed him the water and Powerade.

"Keep kicking ass, baby. I love you," I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"I love you, too. Shake it for me a little bit as you walk away," he winked and took a slow sip of the water.

"If you win, we can celebrate," I whispered to where only he could hear. Walking back to his mother, she smiled at me and I couldn't help but blush.

"What?" I asked, hoping she didn't mind me kissing him on the cheek.

"You two are so in love," she teased. "I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you."

"Thank you." That was all I could muster. I didn't think I was anything special, but according to Harry and his mom, I was. Smiling widely as Harry stood to go back in the game, he looked at me as he waited. Telling him to take deep, slow, breaths, I cheered as he got in the game and I could see the sweat dripping down his long neck.

"Breathe baby, breathe. C'mon," I quietly chanted as I saw him slightly struggling to get up and down the floor. He'd gotten bronchitis and it took a lot out of him to play, but they needed him. Coughing into his jersey as they set up the offensive play, Harry sprinted to the corner and shot. 40-10.

Clapping wildly with his mom and beaming that he made that three point shot being sick, I watched him like a hawk as the quarter dwindled down. Scoring two more three pointers and five layups, he score was 59-12 when the buzzer went off, signaling halftime. Harry stood on the sideline, making hand gestures to me and I couldn't help but laugh. Walking toward the concessions again and getting him another Powerade, I walked down the hall toward the locker room and waited outside patiently. His breathing was labored, sweat trickling down his neck, forehead, and arms as he walked out of the locker room and I pulled him to the side.

"I'm so proud of you," I beamed as he shook and quickly opened the drink. "You're doing so good."

"I feel like I'm dying," he chuckled, his accent thickening as he scratched his shoulder. "My chest is killing me."

"When we get home, we can celebrate. They say sex helps when you're sick." I teased pulling at his strong hip as he wiped at his forehead

"I like that idea," he grinned and leaned in to kiss me.

"Keep it up, love. You're amazing." Our foreheads touched and I slightly rubbed my nose against his before kissing him, and then planting one last one on his jaw.

"Love you," he smiled, biting his lip and lightly smacking my butt as I walked away and I couldn't get the stupid smile off my face no matter how hard I tried. Sitting back next to his mom, she smirked at me.

"You alright, love?" Anne asked with a small smirk.

"Other than I look like complete trash, I'm fine. Just tired."

"Stop it, you. You're stunning." Shaking my head a chuckling, I heard the ref blow his whistle and saw Harry on the floor.

I know it's short! I suck, but y'all still love me, right? Anywho, I have a new story Coach Styles, y'all should check it out. Comment, vote, share, eat, love.

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