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“Come on, Del, can you at least carry something off the pitch? It’s not that hard.” Today’s training was finished, and everyone was helping carrying the materials back to the storage. Everyone, except Dele. And it wasn’t the first time that happened. “What’s a girl like you gonna do about it, huh?” He instantly was in your face. “I’m not going to let anyone speak to me that way!” You stood your ground. “Fuck off.” Dele spit back, and stormed off to the dressing room.

At first you were too flabbergasted to react, but ultimately the disrespect of Dele’s words sank in. You felt hot tears burn in your eyes, but refused to let them fall out here on the field and for the whole team to see. “Are you okay?” Eric came up to you, “he was way out of line.” “I’m fine,” you answered curtly, before briskly storming back to your hotel room.

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You remained in your hotel room for the rest of the afternoon, not wanting to see anyone. Most of the afternoon had been filled with silently crying at the blatant disrespect Dele had shown you.

Around dinnertime there was a soft knock on your door. Against your best efforts to ignore it, you decided to answer it. You were shocked to find Dele standing on your doorstep. “I really don’t want to talk to you,” you fumed. Your turned back into your room, but left the door open for him to follow. “Please, just listen to what I have to say,” he almost pleaded. “You get one minute,” you bit to him, “and if I’m not liking what you’re saying, I’m kicking you out. Emphasis on kicking.” “Fair enough.” He held up his hands in surrender. You sat down on he bed and folded your arms, giving him a look that could kill. “I’m terribly sorry for what happened this morning,” he started, sounding nervous, “I was out of line, way out of line.” “Go on,” you said sternly, not satisfied yet. “Truth is...” Dele hesitated, “I... like you... a lot.” “You sure have a strange way of showing it,” you retorted. “I’m serious,” Dele sounded sincere, “I didn’t know how to tell you, I still don’t, and... now I blew it.” Holy shit, Del,” you sighed, “you could’ve just said something!” “I should have,” he admitted quietly.

Part 4

Jesse picked you up at 8 pm for Marcus party. You´re extremely nervous because you don´t know anyone and when Jesse decides to leave to get a drink or whatever you´re all alone, which scares you a lot. Obviously, you´ll know some people because they´re well-known players but they won´t know you and you´re overthinking again.

“You look stunning but your face screams ’someone get me out of here‘´” Jesse says looking concerned when you step out of the car.

“Thank you and no I´m fine, I just don´t know anyone but you.” 

He smiles “I introduce you to some people and I´m sure they'll love you.” 

You nod and walk into the the huge manison. Jesse holding your hand.

After about an hour you´re tipsy, enjoying the party. As Jesse promised he introduced you to his friends and you get along great.

Later you head to the restroom alone, making your way through the crowd, waiting in front of the closed door. Leaning against the wall, you feel someone approaching you, looking up you come face to face with a drunk boy. 

“Hey, I'm thirsty, and guess whose body is 75% water?“ he slurs.

You roll your eyes, ignoring him, hoping he will get that you´re not interested but he won´t leave. “Hey don´t act like a brat.” he grips onto your arm. You rip your hand away when he comes closer smelling like alcohol, looking around the hall for someone you, can´t spot a single person and even though you´re drunk you slowly feel yourself getting scared. ”I´m not interested. Let me go” You walk backwards. “Then I´ll make you interested” and again he grips your arm, tears start building in your eyes thinking about what´s about to happen next, still walking you run into a hard chest.

”Let her go.“

His attention turning to the boy.

“Or what? Harry Winks.”

“Well, then we have a problem.” Harry turns around and strikes him on the nose. Blood starts streaming out of it but you couldn´t care less, running to Harry examing his hand. “Fuck it hurts.” He holds his wounded hand. “Harry you need to go to the hospital,” you tell him standing next to him, you´re heart beating fast.

“No, it´s okay.” He starts to walk away but you won´t let him. 

Not this time.

“Harry goddamit for once listen to me.” He stops. You start making your way up to him. ”You need to go to the hospital,” you say as convincing as possible.

”And what about Jesse?” he says his lips pressed together. There is no denying that he's jealous.

”I'll text him, he'll understand, now let's go.” you help him walk, calling a taxi.

Arriving at the hospital you register Harry and head into the doctors office. The nurse disappears, leaving you two alone sitting next to each other.

”Is it still hurting?” you ask disstressed, you want to hold his hand to get a better look on the wound but he´ll probably just feel annonyed again.

”Less than before.” he shrugs.

”Good.” you clear your throat. ”And thank you, Harry, honestly, I know we don't get along but you saved my life.” And you mean it from the bottom of your heart, whatever tiny dislike you had for him, which you deep down know didn't exist, had vanished.

He looks you in the eyes his face softening.

”Never said I don't like you.”

“The first time I saw you at Deles, since that night we shared you never left my mind.“ He runs a hand through his hair “and then you go on a date with Jesse. I really thought I lose it.”

Your heart starts thumping fast, thinking back to the night. It was beautiful but Harry got into a relationship right after which just made you feel like a fool, you vowed to yourself that you're done with Harry and he wasn't putting in any effort to convince you otherwise anyway.

„You made me feel like a fool, like a fling for a night. I was disgusted by myself for falling for it.” You try to compose yourself, even after 2 years it still hurts.

You keep your eyes on the floor not able to look at him. He moves trying to take your hands in his, causing him to give a whimper of pain.

”Y/N, If I regret one thing then it's mistreating you.” his eyes searching yours but you don’t answer.

Silence fills the room until the doctor enters, dressing the wound and giving him some painkillers. Finished you both exit the clinic, getting hit by the fresh night air.

”I call you an Uber.” He mumbles.

”No, I wanna make sure you arrive home safely. I'll drive with you. If it hadn´t been for me, you wouldn't even be here in the first place”. Guilt washes over you, watching him holding his right hand, you don´t even want to think about the games he's going to miss.

Sitting in the car you watch it park in front of Harry's house. He struggles to open the door so you quickly exit the car, helping him out.

”It´s going to take some time until I get used to this.” he chuckles.

”I feel miserable Harry.” you say your eyes not once leaving his wrapped hand.

”Don’t be, I’m glad I got there in time, or else that asshole..” he closes his eyes, clenching his fist.

You smile up at him.

”Do you want something to drink? We've been in the hospital for too long” he offers.

And you should say no, but he looks so vulnerable. You can't bring it over you to let him alone with his hand.

”Okay.”  

Entering his house he turns on the lights, you following him.

Taking two water bottles out of the fridge he hands you one and sits down on the couch leaning his head back, “I have to tell my coach tomorrow.” he let's out a long breath. His legs spread wide, looking incredibly hot in his jeans and tight t-shirt on. You bite down on your lip trying to think of something else.

“It´s my fault you´re going to miss your game against Barcelona.”  you glance at him, he rises his eyebrows. “You know my game schedule?” You just shrug, but you´d always check the Tottenham games in case there are any at the stadium.

Harry moves closer, leaning in the smell of his cologne hitting you and suddenly while you stared at each other, you couldn´t take it anymore. You´re done with these games, you both feel something for one another and it´s time you admit it. You want to feel his lips on yours again, feel the electricity of love rush through you.