After cheer, Sophie, Maddie and I walked over to the football field to watch them announce the teams. It was the last day of their tryouts, so the coaches were going to announce who was cut and who made what team.

"Alright here's the varsity team roster; wide receiver: Jake Peterson, running back: Owen West, half back: Vince Anderson" the coach announced the rest of the names that made varsity. To be honest, I only cared about one position though, quarterback. I was hoping that somehow Harry performed better in tryouts and made first string, but that would be a long shot. Ethan is too good at football.

"And your starting quarterback is... Harry Styles. Congratulations to everyone who made the team and for those who didn't make it, there's always next year" the coach said.

"What the hell coach? I've been your quarterback since freshman year!" Ethan yelled.

"Sorry Ethan, Harry's quite the talent. You've got second string this year." Ethan turned around and marched over to Harry and the group if guys that were congratulating him. He was beyond furious.

"You can't just waltz in here, take my girl and take my spot on the team and not expect a fight" Ethan said as he got up in Harry's face. The guys around him took a step back as Ethan clenched his fist and knocked Harry to the ground.

"What the hell, mate?" Harry said as he held his hand to his injured face.

"Why don't you head back to London, mate" he said as he kicked him in the ribs multiple times before the coach pulled him away.

"Tucker! You're off the team!" He yelled angrily. Everyone jumped a bit at his reaction. He was a scary guy.

"Oh c'mon coach, we're just having a little fun, that's all" Ethan said trying to keep his cool. The football coach doesn't joke around, everyone knew he was dead serious.

"Get off my field, Tucker"

"Oh my God Harry are you okay?" I rushed over to him.

"Yeah I'm fine" He said weekly. His nose was bleeding, and a bruise was already starting to form around his eye. I held out my hand to help him up.

"Come on I'll take you home"

"Are you going to be alright, Styles?" The coach asked as I helped Harry walk.

"Yeah, I'm good"

"Okay... Oh and Harry, congrats on making the team"

"Thanks" Harry threw over his shoulder as we kept walking.

****

"Harry I'm so sorry. Are you going to be okay?" I asked Harry as we got to his house. The poor guy had been drugged and beat up by my ex boyfriend, this was all my fault.

"Aubrey! It's not your fault, please stop apologizing for that prick"

"I know, I'm just so used to apologizing for him... You should really get some ice on your eye" I said as I inspected the damage done to his face.

"Yeah, probably. Thanks for the ride." He hopped out of the passenger seat.

"Harry... Let me make it up to you. You've gone through hell these past few days. Let me buy you dinner or something?"

"You really don't have to, like I said, it's not your fault!"

"Well than lets go to celebrate you making starting quarterback!"

"Alright fine.." He said after he thought anout it for a second. "I'll pick you up at 7?"

"Perfect! Now go get some ice on that eye!" I said as he shut the door and walked up to his house.

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