Captured Soul

I woke up the next morning to the constant beeping of my alarm. I groaned and rolled over to turn it off, but I was surprised to see a familiar pair of bright green eyes staring back at me.

“Literally, what are you doing?” I asked Harry harshly.

“Taking you to skating practice and then somewhere else,” he said perkily.

“Why are you so happy? It’s 6:45 in the morning,” I complained.

“C’mon! Let’s go!” He clapped his hands loudly. When I closed my eyes again, he lifted and tilted my mattress and I rolled onto the hard floor.

“I hate you so much right now, I can’t even.” I glared at Harry when I stood up.

“Well, you can hate me later. Right now, we need to get you to practice!” He went back downstairs to leave me to it.

I groaned and walked to the bathroom and went about my morning rituals. Twenty minutes later, I was dressed in my yoga pants and jacket with my hair pulled into a French braid behind my head. I lifted my bag onto my shoulder and walked downstairs to the smell of food. My favorite. Harry was sitting in the living room with my dad watching the soccer game.

Mom set out my plate for me and I devoured my food quickly.

“Ready to go?” Harry’s voice startled me.

“Yeah,” I said as I grabbed my bag and walked towards the door. Harry followed and closed the house door behind him. He opened my door for me and I got in.

“You really aren’t a morning person, are you?” Harry asked when he started the car and began to drive. I looked at him with squinted eyes and a glare.

“Does it look like I’m a morning person?”

“Well…” he trailed off. We drove the rest of the way in silence. When we arrived, I saw a brunette girl and a redhead making out. Harry and I walked past them and the redhead pulled his tongue out of the girl’s mouth when he saw me.

“Stella!” Alex called. I could see Harry stiffen beside me.

“Hey, Alex,” I replied.

“Sorry to ditch you last night, I just met Caroline and…” He put his hand on the back of his neck and looked down.

“Hey, no need to explain,” I say with a smile. “Well, I have to go, but maybe we’ll talk later?”

“Sure,” he said.

Harry and I walk into the rink and I settle in a seat to put on my skates. I lace them up and take my first step onto the rink. I get lost in the movements of my body.
I lift my leg behind me and spin. I skate quickly and do a jumping axel spin. That’s the last thing I remember before going into the heaven-earth medium. I get lost in the clouds and try to find my way into the heaven-like substance. The light appears in the distance and I begin to run after it, but I’m distracted by an outside force. The outside distraction pulls me out of the medium and I realize it’s Harry. Harry’s on skates and skating around me. I looked at him with a confused look on my face.

“Loosen up. Relax,” he said as he took my hands and skated backwards.

I still had the confused look on my face, but I took his advice and loosened up. I challenge Harry by taking my hands out of his and skating away. He chased after me and we continued this game of tag for a while. He got closer to me and caught me, causing me to giggle. He took my hands again and we spun in a circle. He let my hands go as we were spinning and I continued to spin until I planted my toe-pick in the ice. Harry was skating toward me swiftly and I started to skate away from him.

“EXCUSE ME! STELLA, YOU SIR!” my coach shouted at us. His voice startled me and I slipped on the ice and fell. I picked myself up and dusted off my butt.

“Yes, sir?” Harry asked.

“Who are you and why are you on my rink?” Edward asked loudly.

“I’m Harry, sir. Harry Styles.”

“Well, Mr. Styles, unless you are a competitor on the Britain National Figure Skating Team, you most definitely should not be on my rink right now. Are you a competitor on the Britain National Figure Skating Team, Mr. Styles?”

“No, sir. I am not,” Harry replied.

“Then why are you on my ice?”

“Uh, I was just having fun.”

“Well, Mr. Styles, don’t ‘just have fun’ on my rink with my most serious figure skater. Stella is in intense training for the next four months for the Olympic try-outs. If I catch you two messing around again, I can guarantee that you, my friend, will not be seeing very much of Ms. Phillips for the next four months. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Harry states.

“Get off my ice.” Edward stated. Harry nodded and quickly skated off the ice to take a seat in the bleachers.

“Let’s get to work, Stella.”


I take a long, hot shower in the locker room after practice due to the pain flowing through my muscles. I got out of the shower and dried my body off and put on my black Adidas sweats and white shirt. I pulled a wide headband on over my messy bun and put on my red converse. My body ached because Coach made me work an extra hour for the earlier incident. I shook it off and grabbed my bag.

When I got out of the locker room, Harry was waiting for me, leaning his back against the wall with his legs crossed. He was scrolling through his phone and he looked up when the door closed behind me.

“Hey,” he said as he walked over to me. When he saw that I was in pain, he frowned. “Let me carry your bag,” he said as he reached for it.

“Uh, excuse you, but I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own bag,” I said sassily.

“Do you really want to repeat Moving Day?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. My mind flashed back to the rain, the struggle, the piercing green eyes.

“No…” I mumbled. He took my bag and we walked outside to his car. When I remembered where we were going, I got excited. Harry opened my door and I hopped in eagerly.

“What’s with you?” he asked before he closed the door.

“You’re taking me to see what you do, remember?” I said when he got in the car.

“Yeah, I remember,” Harry said with a smile as he turned the car on.

“Soooo… Where are we going?” I asked curiously.

“You’ll see,” he grinned.

I rolled my eyes and turned on the radio. The song was ‘Shake It Off’ by Taylor Swift and I instantly started to sing along.

“But I keep cruisin’, can’t stop won’t stop moving. It’s like I got this music, in my mind saying it’s gonna be alright!” I sang. “Cause the players gonna play, play play, and the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, baby. I’m just gonna shake it off, shake it off, shake it off,” I sang while I danced in the car.

Harry looked at me with a grin and those beautiful green eyes. I continued to sing and dance along.

“I shake it off, shake it off, shake it off,” Harry started singing. We sang the last verse and laughed.

Harry drove through a lot and up to a security stand with a blocking system. The man in a blue suit and hat glanced at Harry and said, “Mr. Styles, how are you today?”

“I’m doing well, John. How about you?”

“Good, good. Have a good day!” He let the car through the gate and Harry parked the car in front of a huge stadium. I looked up in amazement.

“Let’s go,” Harry said as he got out of the car and opened my door. He offered me his hand and I took it. We ran through a tunnel and when we got inside, I gawked in astonishment. The green grass was perfectly manicured and the white lines precisely drawn. Harry looked at me as I my mouth was open.

“You play soccer,” I said, still looking at the field.

“It’s football here in the UK, but yeah,” he grinned.

“Oh my God.”

“C’mon. I’ve got to go get ready for practice.”


“I get to watch?” I asked excitedly.

“No, you get to mow the grass. Of course you get to watch,” he sarcastically said.

“YAAASSSS!” I exclaimed and Harry looked at me like I was a freak.

“Let’s go, you weirdo,” he chuckled.

He dragged me away from the field and down a long hallway. We turned down another long hallway. We reached a small room with a few other girls inside.

“You can wait in here for a few minutes while I get ready and then we’ll go back out,” he told me.

“Ok.” I walked inside the room and sat down in a chair next to a brunette girl. She and the other girls looked over to me and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Eleanor,” the brunette introduced herself.

“Perrie,” a blonde said.

“I’m Sophia, nice to meet you,” another brunette said.

“Hey, nice to meet you too. Stella.” I replied.

“Oh, you’re American?” Perrie questioned.

“Yep,” I smiled.

“Wow, I’ve never met an American before,” Eleanor said.

“Really? We’re pretty common,” I joked. The girls laughed and looked up when Harry appeared in the doorway.

“Ready?” he asked me. He had on a red jersey and black shorts with cleats on his feet.

“Yeah.” I waved to the girls and walked out with Harry.

“So how do you like the girls?” he asked me.

“They seem nice. Why are they here?” I asked curiously.

“Girlfriends.”

“Ah, I see.” We walked outside and there were a couple more boys in the same jerseys and shorts. We walked over to the player’s bench and sat.

“So do you really hate me?” Harry asked me. I scoffed and looked at him with my hands pressed to the bench.

“No, I don’t hate you. You just anger me sometimes.” He laughed and looked back at me.

“Well, I’m sorry.”


“Yeah. And I’m sorry for being a sass queen,” I said.

He laughed and looked back to the field. We heard the coach’s whistle and Harry jogged over to join him and the other team members. The rest of the girls joined me on the bench and the boys began to practice.

Harry was really good; he scored a lot of goals on the team’s best goalkeeper, he could juggle really well, and he could probably run for hours without getting tired. I watched the practice for about three more hours and I admired the beautiful sunset. Practice finally ended and Harry walked over to me.

“Sorry, practice usually doesn’t last this long,” he said as he sat down next to me.

“It’s fine. I enjoyed it. But you should be apologizing about your smell because you stink.” He laughed and looked at me.

“So did you ever play ‘soccer’?” he said with air quotes around soccer.

“No, but I did track in the eighth grade. I don’t mean to brag, but I was pretty damn fast,” I boasted. He scoffed.

“Yeah, I’m sure you were,” he said.

“Is that a challenge?” I asked with raised eyebrows.

“I don’t know. Is it?” he asked, also with raised eyebrows.

I got up from the bench and Harry mimicked my actions. I lead him to a goal and began to stretch. He laughed at me as his fellow team members began to gather on the sides of us.

“Are you guys racing?” a blonde boy with an Irish accent asked.

“Yeah, Niall. We are. And she’s going down,” Harry said as he evilly grinned at me.

I scoffed. “Yeah, ok,” I said sarcastically.

“Harry’s the fastest on the team,” a boy with brown hair said. He was standing next to Sophia, holding her hand.

“Well, she’ll just be faster than all of you guys, too,” Sophia stated.

“OOH. I like her,” I said to Harry and he rolled his eyes.

“Do you want a headstart, love?” Harry asked.

“Ugh. As if.” He laughed at my Clueless quotation.

“Ok, I gave you a chance,” he said, getting ready to run. I got in position and waited.

“Lou, count us off,” Harry said to a boy with shaggy brown hair. Harry adverted his eyes back in front of himself.

“Wait,” a boy with black hair said. “Where are you guys racing?”

“Uh, to that goal,” I said.

“Ok, ready, set, GO!”

I immediately started sprinting, giving me a small lead on Harry. I could hear the cheers and hollers becoming fainter as we ran farther. He caught up to me and said, “You should’ve taken the headstart.” His smirk and patronizing statement pushed me to run faster. I pumped my short legs faster to pull ahead of Harry. We reached the halfway point and I continued to gain speed with Harry on my tail. When I was about five feet away from victory, I felt him grab my waist and we fell and rolled into the net. When we stopped rolling, Harry hovered over me with his knees and hands planted in the grass on either side of me.

“I win,” he stated.

Those green eyes looked into mine and I lost control. He looked right through me and took over without warning. His glistening, green orbs exploited me and made my insides go crazy. My heart caught fire and my soul drowned in his eyes. Butterflies in my stomach is an understatement. I felt the whole Animal Kingdom.

He lowered his head to mine and I felt his soft lips come in contact with my own. My eyes closed gently and I kissed him back. There weren’t just sparks flying, there were fireworks. He lifted his head from mine and smiled. I smiled back as he rose from the grass and helped me up. We heard cheers and whistles coming from the boys and their girlfriends. Harry took my hand and we walked toward them. I felt the pain stinging in my legs and I stopped walking.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

“Yeah, but my legs hurt. Can you give me a piggyback ride? I asked with a pleading smile. He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Pleeeaaaassseee? I’ll be your best friend…” I persuaded with puppy dog eyes.

“Forget best friend. Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked with a grin.

“I guess,” I groaned playfully. He smiled and turned around so I could get on his back. I hopped
on and Harry began to walk.

Notes

Finally HELLA IS REAL AND ALIVE!!!! (I love the ship name lawl)

I've been waiting so long for this moment lol