My Greatest Goodbye * H.S.

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"Here we go." I said with a wink as I grabbed Harry's hand and walked through the tunnel with the team. The music was blaring and I was happy to be at work.

Once you walk out onto the field, you go into this state of euphoria. Nothing else matters, you're always on your feet doing something. I have never once regretted my choice in major or the path I took and am still making career wise. I love being able to watch these guys grow as a team and if they are hurt, I love being able to help them and watch as they go from not being able to play to being 100% again.

I sit still and pay close attention to everything that's going on in the game, once it starts. I always need to make sure I know whats going on, so if someone gets hurt I have an idea of what happened. Today's game would determine whether or not our Patriots would advance to the AFC Championship. Then, if they win the championship they will go on to the Super Bowl. I'd love to see them win today, frankly I'd love to see them win any game.

Touchdown after touchdown, and thankfully no injuries. I liked being able to just enjoy the game with Harry without having to play super hero and assess anyone's injury yet. As I watch the game, I catch Danny staring from time to time. I don't really think anything of it. We've been friends since I started working here, it's a platonic friendship and nothing more.

Harry stands up from the bench and walks over to where Danny is sitting. They both have, what seems to be a serious conversation. What could they even be talking about?

"Julia, it's your time to shine. Let's go!" Bill shouts as he runs out onto the field, with me close behind.

"Bryan Stork of the New England Patriots seems to have hurt his knee. On the field now, Julia Connors; Athletic Trainer and Bill Belichick; Head Coach." The announcer called.

"How are we doing, Stork? What happened?" I asked Bryan.

"Shit. That guy, he came out of no where! Fuck, I screwed up my knee. Bad." Bryan sighed.

"Don't worry. The boys are going to take us to the Super Bowl and you bet your ass I'm going to try my best to get you up and going. Now put your foot in my hand, and push against me." I told him as I stood up and grabbed his foot. I did what I could on the field and then once the cart came out, I helped get him on and then rode back to my little space.

I love my job and if I ever expect some promotion or raise of any kind I need to be the best at what I do.

I'm going to do it. I'm going back to school. I'm going to be a doctor.

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Harry's POV

I stood up from my place next to Julia and walked over to that piece of shit she calls a friend.

"Danny?" I questioned sternly

"Yeah! Hey man, how are you?" He responded cheerfully.

"Fine. Let's cut the shit, I see they way you look at Julia."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Cut the act. I have eyes, I can clearly fucking see what you are doing dammit!" My voice got louder as the conversation went on.

"Man, I'm sorry." He backed up, raising his hands in defeat.

"Shit, you better be. You don't know Julia. The second she knows that you can't keep your dick in your pants she's going to feel bad and panic. You're going to force her out of her dream job unless you can keep your little spandex on." I spat, walking away as Julia pulled up with the injured player.

"Jules, I'm not feeling that great. I'm going to head back. I'll see you at home, yeah?" I quickly explained.

"Babe," she sighed "yeah. I'll see you when I get home, of course. Are you alright? Do you need me to come with you?" I could see her eyes starting to worry. I kissed her forehead and ran my hand down her back.

"No, I'll be fine. I promise. Don't worry about me, alright?"

"Please call me if you need anything. I may be home late, so please." She looked at me with all of the stress and anxiety locked behind her eyes.

" I promise. I love you. I'll see you later."

I hated leaving her, I knew she wanted me there with her but I had so much to do in Boston before I had to leave. For a few weeks now I've had an idea that I'd actually put serious though into for a while before hand. I haven't told Julia anything about it yet, I didn't want her stressing over something like this right now. As of now, I'm living in LA when I'm not touring. I'm happy there, sure but I'm happier with Julia. Nothing really makes sense when I walk into a house that I'm supposed to call my home when Julia isn't there waiting for me. I will call a house my home when she's in it with me. Obviously with a pair like Julia and I, I know we have a future together. I can see us living together. I can see us decorating nurseries. I can see us with our kids in our own home. What I can't see is my life without her in it. This is why I'm moving to Boston.