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The Social Network

Inception

Easy A

Blue Valentine

"We don't need to be friends. We're family."

dONT WNNA SPOIL IT BUT ITS PROBABLY ALREADY BEEN SPOILED !! YOU GOTTA WATCH!!

Hockey player AU, I can't believe I'm writing a het fic, what kind of lesbian am i?

Harry entered the Jets' locker room with high hopes of finally making the team this year. He kept repeating to himself not to get arrogant or lazy, he needed to keep up with the men who were much older than himself, which by default makes them more experienced and wiser than he is. His father enrolled him into a youth hockey league when he was just turning seven years old. He had stuck with hockey and focused on only hockey (and his studies of course, Harry was quite the intelligent 'fella', he was first in his english class and is looking to get a minor in english by the end of his schooling). This being his first year in college he was just getting settled into the dormitory lifestyle. Having a roommate made him uncomfortable not because he had a problem with the roommate himself but he had a tad of anxiety around new people, college was not his 'cup of tea' per say. He preferred to keep to himself and was the quietest boy on the team. He had always been the one who was shy when it came to taking team photos but was a force to be reckoned on the ice (Harry plays center/playmaker, they are known as the most useful assets to a team). He tore through players as if he were a speeding bowling ball and they were the unfortunate pins. 

As he sat down his gear on the cold black floor of the locker room he heard the loud roar of his (hopefully) new coach through the glass before him. A hint of a smile drew upon his face as he watched the coach bark orders at his team. Harry had a lot of respect for coaches and finds they don't get the credit they deserve. His grandfather was a fantastic coach and Harry watched him command some of the roughest and fiercest teams over the years and Harry realized that those teams were so determined, in shape and fierce because of his grandfather, the coach. Now, Harry was no kiss-ass but he is a bit of a schmooze when it comes to coaches. As he looks around the arena he sees a young couple up in the stands watching the practice. Without his glasses there would've been no way of making out who they were but luckily Harry put his contacts in this morning. He immediately noticed the girls' beautiful face and as he analysed her he thought that she had the cutest nose he'd ever seen. He glanced over at her boyfriend (he assumed) and noticed right away that he had painful looking shiner on his left eye (black eye). He either got into it with some frat jerk or he plays for this team. 

*Coughing noises* "Young man what do you think you are doing?" Harry's head shot up to see a short man wearing a suit looking down at him. Harry was in the middle of lacing up his skates when this man snuck up on him. "Getting ready. I'm here to try out, sir." Harry replied. The man chuckled, stroked his beard and said "Of course you are, kid. Jesus Christ, do all of you privileged frat boys think you have easy access to my tryouts just because daddy's money got you here?" Harry eyebrows sunk into the middle of his forehead in confusion. He was no frat boy 'daddy's money' never really got him anywhere. "I'm sorry?" Harry replied a little offended and caught of guard. The man sharply raised his hand and pointed at Harry and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the coach and a young girl walking into the room. "Ah, Mr..." He lifts a paper to his chin and intently reads it. "Styles! Is it?" Harry released the breath he was holding and nodded. His eyes roamed over to the young girl in a lovely pink dress that showed off her curves perfectly. It was the girl that was sitting in the stands with that boy. She took a deep breath and smiled at him which he returned. The coach put his arm around the small man and said "I'm sorry about Keithy-boy, here." He looked at the much shorter man and back at Harry. "Harry Styles is our newest recruit." Harry's eyebrows shot up. Recruit? He thought. "That's funny, Rog. Then why does the boy think he's trying out? Hmm?" This man was getting on Harry's nerves actually. "Oh my boy, I know your father and he sent me tapes of you in action. You impress me, boy. How dedicated are you willing to be to me and this team, Harry?" He asked. "I'm prepared to give everything I have to this team. It would be an honor, sir." He glanced over at the young girl again. Feeling a bit more confident than before he asks her name. Roger, the coach, interrupts and answers for her. "Jennifer. My only daughter. The jem of my life, really." Harry knew just how much love he had for her just with those few words. He was looking at her so admiringly that Harry thought Roger was going to cry. "Dad..." Her face flushed red and Harry smiled. He was so busy looking at her that he hadn't realized Keith or as Harry thought of him 'that sherbert of a man' had left the locker room. "Harry, how about we start your training tomorrow and go out for dinner tonight?" Harry's eyes widened. "Re-are you sure, Mr.Blake?" He choked on his words. "Of course, Styles." He patted Harry's shoulder. Harry sat back down and started to remove his skates. "Will, Jenn be joining us?" Harry quickly caught his tongue when he realized he had called her 'Jenn'. Seriously, you've know her for five minutes and you're already blurting out nicknames, pull it together, Styles. He internally face palmed and turned his eyes away. "If she wants." Harry peeked at Jenn and saw her smile and nod.