Save Me Please
Soccer Game
Holy crap, this feels fantastic. As soon as I can react, I kiss Harry back. His hands travel from his sides to my waist and my arms immediately wrap around his neck.
I finally pull away when I start to actually feel lightheaded. "Wow." I can't stop myself from saying.
Harry smirks, at me. I blush and look down. Gently with his long fingers, he lifts my head up. "Hey. It was pretty 'wow'." We grin. "Listen, you are free to say no, but I would like for us to go out. I've liked you for such a long time but I never thought you could like me."
"Why the hell would you think that?" I cock my head, laughing a bit because I'm confused as hell.
"Insecurities, I guess." His face flushes and I can't help but kiss his cheek.
"Don't worry. I've liked you for a while too."
At that, Harry grins. "Will you, Rebecca Taylor Braydon, be my girlfriend?"
"Harry Edward Styles, I would like nothing more."
"We have a soccer game this Friday. It's actually our last of the season to see if we get into the championships. I would love it if you went and cheered me on." His fingers played with the hem of my jacket.
"I suppose I could make an appearance." I can't stop smiling.
"I also promise that nobody, I mean nobody, will fuck with anymore."
"You do? How can you be so sure?"
"Because the boys have already taken to you. And you're in our circle now. People won't mess with you."
"That sounds nice. I'll let you go home so you're not even later for curfew."
"Don't worry, once my mom hears how it was because I was driving you home and asking you to be my girlfriend, she won't care. She's been wanting me to ask you out since 7th grade." I laugh.
"Well night, Harry. See you later."
"Later, Becks." And as he walks away, life seems to get a bit better.
*AT THE SOCCER GAME*
Wow this is a lot of people. I think to myself as I walk up to the bleachers. There are cheerleaders and parents and students. Our school colors are red and white so I feel a bit awkward in my blue jeans and band t-shirt.
"Hey!" Harry beckons me as he jogs over from his drills with Liam and Louis, who wave hi. He picks up something on the sidelines and continues over to me, then pecks me with a quick kiss on the lips.
"Hey! What's that?"
"For you. It's my away-game jersey. I want you to wear it."
"Now?"
"Now."
"Okay, let me get changed." I kiss him again. "Go practice." I gently shove him.
"Bossy!" Niall shouts from his nearby spot getting water on the sidelines. I flip him off. He fakes being wounded. Harry laughs and goes back to his drills.
I go to the run-down girls bathroom, and quickly take off my shirt and pull on the jersey. It practically swallows me whole. I giggle to myself, watching it drape off all of me. Especially my hands, it has like three inches of space.
"Hey look! It's the waste of space!" The annoying voice of Kelsey pierces my ears as she blocks my exit. I sigh, bunching up my band shirt in my hands.
"Get out of my way, you're annoying me."
"Don't you think you can talk to me like that."
"Fuck off." I roll my eyes.
"What are you going to cry?" She mocks me.
"Definitely not. You have no power over me. At least not anymore. You're just an insecure little slut who wants to push me down. Why should I care what you think?"
I push my way past her, feeling more empowered than ever. That felt fucking great.
I get a great seat on the bleachers, I have a great view of Harry in the goal on the very first bench. When he sees me as the game gears up, he waves. I wave back, lifting up the jersey so he can see. He, with his gloves, gives me the most awkward thumbs up, ever.
The game sees to go by quickly, with our team winning 5-3. When Harry blocks the deciding-penalty shot, our entire bleachers go up with cheer. So does our team. Zayn jumps on top of Liam and they whoop as loud as they can. Niall and Louis chestbump. Then Harry races over to me, and I stand up to just give him a hug and he instantly just kisses me in front of everyone.
When he sets me down, and we share this great look, I have this feeling everything is going to be okay.
*!*!*!*!*!
"That jersey looks really good on you, babe." Harry says as he walks me up to my front door after the dinner we had after the game. I'm about to open the door when the door opens itself.
"What the- mom?" I ask, seeing her standing there.
"The convention ended early! And I missed you!" She wraps me in this huge hug, then she seems to notice Harry. "And who is this?"
"This is my boyfriend, Harry." I introduce them. Harry sticks his hand out and my mother nods while shaking hands with him.
"Nice to meet you, Harry. Want to join us for dinner?"
"We just ate, mom." I say quickly.
"Then dessert!"
"Sounds lovely, Mrs. Braydon."
"You can call me Jeannette, dear."
Throughout dessert, I'm nervous shit's about to hit the fan but everyone actually gets along. My mom is bearable, and Harry is adorkable.
When Harry leaves, I turn to my mom. "You promised you would be here. Then you left."
"Listen, Beck-"
"I don't want to listen! It's the same bullshit excuses day in and day out. Why can't you just be here? Or at least keep your promises when you're going to be here?" My voice is escalating but I don't care.
"I'm sorry, dear, I really am. I promise to not travel as much. I swear. And if I do, I promise to not be as excessive and to spend more time with you." She hugs me. I feel tears well up in my eyes. But they're happy tears.
Everything is finally working out.
I finally pull away when I start to actually feel lightheaded. "Wow." I can't stop myself from saying.
Harry smirks, at me. I blush and look down. Gently with his long fingers, he lifts my head up. "Hey. It was pretty 'wow'." We grin. "Listen, you are free to say no, but I would like for us to go out. I've liked you for such a long time but I never thought you could like me."
"Why the hell would you think that?" I cock my head, laughing a bit because I'm confused as hell.
"Insecurities, I guess." His face flushes and I can't help but kiss his cheek.
"Don't worry. I've liked you for a while too."
At that, Harry grins. "Will you, Rebecca Taylor Braydon, be my girlfriend?"
"Harry Edward Styles, I would like nothing more."
"We have a soccer game this Friday. It's actually our last of the season to see if we get into the championships. I would love it if you went and cheered me on." His fingers played with the hem of my jacket.
"I suppose I could make an appearance." I can't stop smiling.
"I also promise that nobody, I mean nobody, will fuck with anymore."
"You do? How can you be so sure?"
"Because the boys have already taken to you. And you're in our circle now. People won't mess with you."
"That sounds nice. I'll let you go home so you're not even later for curfew."
"Don't worry, once my mom hears how it was because I was driving you home and asking you to be my girlfriend, she won't care. She's been wanting me to ask you out since 7th grade." I laugh.
"Well night, Harry. See you later."
"Later, Becks." And as he walks away, life seems to get a bit better.
*AT THE SOCCER GAME*
Wow this is a lot of people. I think to myself as I walk up to the bleachers. There are cheerleaders and parents and students. Our school colors are red and white so I feel a bit awkward in my blue jeans and band t-shirt.
"Hey!" Harry beckons me as he jogs over from his drills with Liam and Louis, who wave hi. He picks up something on the sidelines and continues over to me, then pecks me with a quick kiss on the lips.
"Hey! What's that?"
"For you. It's my away-game jersey. I want you to wear it."
"Now?"
"Now."
"Okay, let me get changed." I kiss him again. "Go practice." I gently shove him.
"Bossy!" Niall shouts from his nearby spot getting water on the sidelines. I flip him off. He fakes being wounded. Harry laughs and goes back to his drills.
I go to the run-down girls bathroom, and quickly take off my shirt and pull on the jersey. It practically swallows me whole. I giggle to myself, watching it drape off all of me. Especially my hands, it has like three inches of space.
"Hey look! It's the waste of space!" The annoying voice of Kelsey pierces my ears as she blocks my exit. I sigh, bunching up my band shirt in my hands.
"Get out of my way, you're annoying me."
"Don't you think you can talk to me like that."
"Fuck off." I roll my eyes.
"What are you going to cry?" She mocks me.
"Definitely not. You have no power over me. At least not anymore. You're just an insecure little slut who wants to push me down. Why should I care what you think?"
I push my way past her, feeling more empowered than ever. That felt fucking great.
I get a great seat on the bleachers, I have a great view of Harry in the goal on the very first bench. When he sees me as the game gears up, he waves. I wave back, lifting up the jersey so he can see. He, with his gloves, gives me the most awkward thumbs up, ever.
The game sees to go by quickly, with our team winning 5-3. When Harry blocks the deciding-penalty shot, our entire bleachers go up with cheer. So does our team. Zayn jumps on top of Liam and they whoop as loud as they can. Niall and Louis chestbump. Then Harry races over to me, and I stand up to just give him a hug and he instantly just kisses me in front of everyone.
When he sets me down, and we share this great look, I have this feeling everything is going to be okay.
*!*!*!*!*!
"That jersey looks really good on you, babe." Harry says as he walks me up to my front door after the dinner we had after the game. I'm about to open the door when the door opens itself.
"What the- mom?" I ask, seeing her standing there.
"The convention ended early! And I missed you!" She wraps me in this huge hug, then she seems to notice Harry. "And who is this?"
"This is my boyfriend, Harry." I introduce them. Harry sticks his hand out and my mother nods while shaking hands with him.
"Nice to meet you, Harry. Want to join us for dinner?"
"We just ate, mom." I say quickly.
"Then dessert!"
"Sounds lovely, Mrs. Braydon."
"You can call me Jeannette, dear."
Throughout dessert, I'm nervous shit's about to hit the fan but everyone actually gets along. My mom is bearable, and Harry is adorkable.
When Harry leaves, I turn to my mom. "You promised you would be here. Then you left."
"Listen, Beck-"
"I don't want to listen! It's the same bullshit excuses day in and day out. Why can't you just be here? Or at least keep your promises when you're going to be here?" My voice is escalating but I don't care.
"I'm sorry, dear, I really am. I promise to not travel as much. I swear. And if I do, I promise to not be as excessive and to spend more time with you." She hugs me. I feel tears well up in my eyes. But they're happy tears.
Everything is finally working out.
No prob. :)
8/5/13