Harry's POV- Chapter 8

This is not how I planned things. I like to be in control, within reason. Hence why I came to her studio, brought her flowers and asked her to go to dinner with me. But no, here we are racing around on the freeway in her jeep, Elliot's awful singing to 80's music, going to a baseball game because that's what she wanted. I won't admit it to her, but it's nice to do something different.

I am a little nervous, I still haven't broken up with Zoe and I'm afraid of being in public with just Elliot. Hell, I'm nervous just to be with Elliot in general. She's so confident and at ease with everyone and herself that I find myself questioning existence. It's weird. I just don't want any backlash to come back on Elliot, and I haven't exactly told Elliot about Zoe, I'm sure she'll find out soon enough.

“Harry!” Apparently I'm lost in my thoughts.

“What?”

“I asked where you want to park.” She looks at me, the stadium is a few blocks away but parking is already terrible as I can see. “I can drop you off at the front because of your bum leg, but I'll have to park elsewhere. Or you can suck it up and we can park far away.” She winks at me. She looks fit in that snapback, I can't hide that. If I get photographed with her I wouldn't be ashamed.

“Um, we can park where ever, I can just walk. Or hobble as you like to point out.”

She finds a spot in the parking lot about two blocks away and parks. She gets out first and rushes to my side of the jeep to get my crutches from the back and hold them out for me.

“Thank you.” I tell her as I slip my arms into them and find my footing.

“I think we should get you a hat.” She tells me as we walk side by side.

“Why?” I look at her.

“Your hair is a mess.” She rubs my hair messing it up beyond what it already is.

“Ah, well thanks. Thanks for that.” I try to fix it but I can't see it. We wait till the crosswalk turns so we can walk.

“Just letting you know.” She smiles sweetly.

“So where are our seats?” I ask making conversation.

“Right behind home plate a few rows up, I told you, I get good seats from Joe.” The crowd is getting louder as we get closer. Thankfully I haven't been recognized yet, a lot of people still don't know about my accident so even if they think I'm Harry Styles they don't know I have a cast so they keep walking.

“What does Joe do?” I ask curious as to how he got such good seats.

“He works in the sales department for the tickets so he can get tickets whenever he wants.” She pulls the tickets out of her bag and hands one to me as we get closer to the gate. They check her bag and wave us through the metal detectors.

After we get to our seats and get settled, the team comes out to warm up. It wasn't as hard to maneuver myself around the steps and Joe actually got us a handicapped seat so there is plenty of room next to me to put my crutches down.

“Lets get something to eat!” Elliot hops up, acting like its her first game.

“I just sat down!” I whine.

“Fine. What do you want to eat?” She asks as I think for a minute.

“Just a cheeseburger, no pickles please. And chips. The french fry kind, not like the crisps you
Americans eat, you know, not chips.” I tell her.

“Well that was confusing. So just a cheeseburger, no pickles, and fries. Anything to drink?” She stands up to stretch a little bit.

“Water is fine.” I tell her as she hops over me.

“Back in a jiff!” She tells me and I can't help but look at her when she leaves. Yoga and pilates does her body good. I should really break it off with Zoe. I pull out my phone and send her a quick text event though its really early there, like three am, telling her we need to talk. At least I can start the process.

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After about a half an hour Elliot finally comes bouncing down the stairs with food. And a hat. And a folder?

“What is all this stuff?” I ask her as she hands me my tray of food.

“Ah yes, well I got you a hat.” She shows it to me and puts it on my head haphazardly. “And food for myself, a lovely pretzel with cheese and popcorn, oh and this is just for you as well!” She smiles at me and hands me the Dodgers folder. I open it and start laughing.

“A certificate. For this being my first Dodgers game. Even the date. Thanks.” She can't contain her laughter of course.

“No problem. They usually only give them out to children, so I told them you were four. And you were so excited you almost peed your pants.” All I can do is shake my head. I will admit it was pretty funny.

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After a few innings and a terrible rendition of Take Me Out to the Ballgame done by Elliot at the Seventh inning stretch, its the bottom of the eighth inning.

“You want some ice cream?” Elliot asks me.

“How are you still hungry?” I ask astonished.

“Because you can always have room for ice cream.” She states. “Duh.”

“Fine, but I can pay for things.” I mention to her. She paid for my food, hat, drove here. This is not me thanking her very well.

“I got it Harry. Ice cream isn't going to damage my bank account.” She laughs at me. Most girls would jump at the chance to go to dinner with me, jump at the chance to have me pay for things and she hasn't even mentioned it. In fact she;s paid for pretty much everything since I've known her. “Plus you can't catch me anyway.” She hops over me again and runs up the steps. Brat.

She comes back with something that's not ice cream.

'What is that?” I ask as she hands me a cup of polka dots.

“It's Dip 'n' dots!” She exclaims. “You can't go to a baseball game and not get them.” She looks at me. “Don't tell me you've never had dip 'n' dots.” She looks serious now.

“Can't say I have.” I tell her as I take a spoonful in my mouth. They taste much better then they look.

“So?”

“Pretty good.” I admit.

“Pretty good? They're amazing! Everyone likes dip n dots.” She smirks at me as the end of the game is called. I start to get up but she puts her hand on my arm. “Just wait. It's always mass chaos to get out of the stadium, easier if we wait a little bit.” I relax a little bit and look at the empty field and all the people. It's nice to just sit back and wait sometimes.

“So have you followed me on twitter yet?” I ask all cocky.

She laughs. “No, I don't have twitter.” She informs me.

“No twitter? Then your a Facebook girl?” I ask curious.

“Nope, no twitter, no facebook, no instagram, no tumblr. None of that shit. Nadda.” This is unheard of.

“What? How do you keep up with people? Is this all a dream? Am I knocked out somewhere? Who doesn't have that stuff?!” I ask confused.

“By texting or phone calls. I'm all about the early two thousands.” She smile and stands up.

“Seriously?” I ask.

“Yeah, the world is too into what happens right here, right now, I don't care that much. All my friend and family have no problems actually calling me and texting me. I don't need social media to fuck it up. Too much drama on those sites anyway. Lets head out.” Wow, this girl surprises me every time I talk to her.

“You seriously don't have any social media?” I ask again just to make sure I heard it right.

“Yes Harry. Nothing. And I'm totally cool with it.” We walk out the stadium and towards her death jeep.

“So, I asked you out for dinner and you got us tickets, paid for my food, hat, and got me ice cream. That's not really me thanking you for all you have done for me.” I say honestly to her.

“I guess it's not. You should probably step up your game.” She winks at me.

We drive in silence all the way back to my house as I'm wracking my brain trying to think of something to do. I've noticed she's obviously not a dinner and a movie kind of girl. I apparently have no creative bone in my body right now.

“Well, here you are!” She slows down and pulls into my drive way, punches the code she obviously remembered and slowly drives in. “See you later loser.” I give her a nasty look and she quickly responds, “Its a term of endearment.” And flashes a cheeky smile.

“Well, I'll be texting you to figure things out. I'm still going to do something to make up for all you've done for me.” I promise her. I have an urge to kiss her goodbye but I stop myself.

“All good bro even if you don't.” She waves me bye and waits till I'm in the house with the door shut before I hear her jeep run off. I turn and rest my back on the door taking a deep breath. What am I doing?

I ping from my phone notifies me of an alert, I slide it open and I'm not surprised to see the headline. “

“Harry Styles at a baseball game? Mystery girl and cast? The end of Zorry?”

God, I just can't wait to hear from Zoe and my mum about this.

Notes

Sorry my update is a little bit later then usual....my brothers birthday is tomorrow and I told him I'd take him out for lunch, which turned into an apparent all day event...

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