The Quarterback (narry)

twelve

twelve

I woke up the next morning to the shower running, my body rolling onto my back as I groaned. My ass was sore and my skin was sticky from sweat. I laid in the bed for a while, just listening to the gentle sounds of the water splashing against the hard tub. After about five minutes of listening to the water, I stood up, not caring that I was completely naked as I walked toward the bathroom.

I stepped inside and quietly moved to the shower, smiling a bit to myself as I stepped in behind Harry. "Hey." I said quietly and set my hands on his hips, chuckling when his body lurched slightly before turning to face me.

"You shit." Harry muttered as he wrapped his arms around my waist, a large grin plastered over his face as his hands gently grabbed my butt. "You scared me. I'll get you back for that." He said and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my neck.

I hummed and wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tightly gripping his wet curls. "What time are we going to the game?" I asked him softly.

Harry lifted his head up, looking down at me as his hands moved to rest on my lower back. "The game is at 12:30, so we leave in an hour." He said quietly, his thumbs gently pressing against my skin before he turned our bodies so I was now under the water. "Wash up then get dressed. We can eat breakfast at the hotel then head off."

I nodded and watched Harry step out of the shower, pulling the curtain shut behind him. I waited until I heard him close the bathroom door before I began washing myself off. I rinsed my hair and body off completely, stepping out of the shower after I shut the water off. I grabbed on of the hotel towels and dried my body off, wrapping it around my waist before tousling my hair with another towel. I walked out of the bathroom and looked over at Harry as he pulled a flannel over his arms, a white t-shirt underneath and black jeans on his legs.

Harry smiled and kissed my cheek as he grabbed his duffle bag, which held his uniform. "I'll meet you downstairs." He told me, his free hand resting against my hip. "I really had a nice time last night."

I nodded and watched him leave before I got dressed in a white long sleeved shirt, the Packers logo on the chest, and dark blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. I took the elevator down to the dining area, walking over and sitting across from Harry. "Hey." I said softly, taking a deep breath.

"Hey." Harry smiled, pushing a plate of food my way. "I grabbed this for you."

I looked down at the plate to see it was loaded with an extremely thick waffle, bacon, and fruit slices of all sorts. Harry then nudged an orange juice closer, smiling at me when I looked up. "Thank you." I told him.

Harry and I ate breakfast, him eating way more than I did, before we got into a taxi to ride to the stadium. Harry paid the driver once we reached it and grabbed my hand with his free one, his other hand holding his duffle bag tightly.

Harry guided me into the stadium and toward the locker room, pointing me in the direction of the field. "It's just like at Lambeau. Straight down the corridor and you'll reach the field. Wait for me there." He said, giving me a smile.

"Wait." I said and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I get to sit on the field?" I asked, smiling a bit.

Harry chuckled and nodded his head, pressing his lips to my forehead for a few seconds. "Of course you do. Now go, so I can get my stuff on." Harry whispered before he took a step back from me, walking into the locker room.

I followed his instructions to the field and slowly stepped onto the grass, raising an eyebrow as I looked around. I saw referees conversing in the center of the field as people began filing into their seats. At each side of the field was a long bench, a table with cups, and two Gatorade jugs filled with a mystery flavor.