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VII. - "He needed to believe in something other than the truth."

Harry’s POV:

The house was quiet except for the sound of the soccer game on the Tv that still seemed to be muffled by the loud stillness in the house.

Even Elle didn’t make a sound as she slept peacefully on the couch, curled up in a ball while her chest rose and fell with every soundless breath. Her plump light pink lips oozing out a small grunt when she turned in her sleep. Every now and then she would scrunch her soft delicate features with scrunch up slightly, then go back. I smiled as I walked passed her and tried not to make any noise in my steps to wake the sleeping beauty.

My mom came downstairs just then with the same soft patter of her feet as she crept quietly passed Elle. She smiled at Elle on the couch, then smiled at me.

"Is that the girl that’s been stealing my baby boy away from me?" My mom whispered with a sorrowful smile that held specks of happiness in it.

"Mum," I grumbled quietly, rolling my eyes. "No one is stealing me away from anyone."

She nodded her head, “Do you like her?”

My chest seemed to be struck with a sharp pain after she asked that. “Like” seemed like an understatement at this point. The feelings that I felt for her are unlike any I’ve felt before. I always have a strong desire to be wherever she is, to kiss her whenever I look at her, to just stare and admire her features. When she’s around me I can never think straight. It’s hard to when the most beautiful girl you have ever seen is actually near you.

"Yeah I…," My words came out choked as if it was a struggle to admit my feelings when they were as clear as daylight. "I like her a lot."

My mom patted and rubbed my back with a sweet smile. “Do you think, maybe, the feeling is mutual?"

"She's wearing my clothes and sleeping on our couch..." I paused, taking in the situation. "What do you think?"

My mother held her hands up in defense. "I wasn't in your room last night so why don't you tell me."

Blush flared in my cheeks, "We didn't do anything last night mum."

"I believe you, but just be careful when the time does come." She smiled making me flush even harder and bury my face in my hands. 

Elle's POV:

Cool water ran down my throat hastily as I chugged down the water bottle Harry handed to me. We both walked off the field after the game was over, me limping and Harry helping me along while he said encouraging things to me. Many “you did great” and “I’m so proud” were said but all forgotten as I glanced at the sidelines where he was standing.

The scout for LA Galaxy in all his intimidating glory. His shaggy gray hair was covered in a black cap while his torso was encased in a jacket that had the teams logo on the chest. He was leaning over to my coach, jotting down something on his clipboard while his eyes flashed towards me. The beating in my chest quickened as he jotted another thing down on his clipboard. It must be something positive. I played my best this game and even carried on after I got cleated in the knee. I scored 2 out of the 3 goals that made our team win.

"Harry, the scout, he looked at me and wrote something down." My voice sounded panicky as Harry sat me down on a bench on the sideline. He knelt down in front of me and pressed an icepack to the blue-ish purple-ish mark that now covered the outside of my knee.

"That’s good, he probably wants to sign you to the U18 group." Harry’s voice was cheerful but a gnawing feeling kept biting at my mind.

"oh mon dieu- Harry he’s coming over here!" My eyes widened as the man strides over here in his joggers.