A young American tennis player senses someone watching her while she practices, but when her stalker is revealed as singing sensation, Harry Styles, she finds herself falling for him-hard. Her life may never return to the way it was.


10. Back


I was still sitting on the ground around 11:00 when I heard footsteps.  These weren't happy footsteps.  They weren't dainty footsteps, squeaky footsteps, or even just normal.  The footsteps sounded likely to smash through the ground all the way through the center of the earth.  I also heard heavy breathing-whoever this was, they were mad.  I did not want to deal with other people's problems as well as mine so I went back to the bush I had been hiding in.  I knew I shouldn't be spying, and what it had caused, but I watched anyways.  I saw and heard this person step onto the tennis court and recognized her immediately.  It was Erin.

I watched her play, hitting the ball back and forth. Now that anger was added to her passion and skill even Serena Williams would be a fool to bet on beating her right now.  I watched as she slammed the ball, knowing that if she saw me she would be even more upset and angry, so I chose to walk away.  When she was distracted, retrieving balls, I crept out of the bushes and stealthily dashed towards the sidewalk that led throught the park.  I pretended I had been on a walk.  When she turned around, I waved, as if I'd only just noticed her.

"I know you were watching me" she spoke.  Her words made me freeze, and for some reason her voice made my stomach nervous.

"What do you mean?" I responded, trying to steady my voice.

"I mean you were spying again" she answered, her voice harsh and angry.

I shook my head, not trusting my voice, believing it would reveal my lies.

"I wasn't asking a question.  I was stating a fact."  This time her voice was stronger; more powerful, but less upset.  More hurt.

I sensed the pain in her tone and apologized, "I'm sorry.  You're just really really good.  I was only trying to learn a few things from watching you."

"Well, let me give you some advice." she said, sounding a bit desperate.  She sounded like she just wanted someone to talk to.  I was fine with being used for a conversation, since I knew once we got talking she would want to talk more, for real.  And she told me every tennis tip under the sun.  We spent at least 2 hours discussing strategies and technique.  I could still tell that if given the chance she would ditch me for almost any other person that spoke this language, but for some reason I was the only person she could contact right now.  I decided to try to get to know her better.

"I hate to leave, but I have to meet someone in half an hour." I said this as I glanced down at my watch.  She had some 'who what where when why' type of questions, so I answered, but as I left I looked up into her eyes, "Maybe we can finish discussing this over dinner sometime?" I asked this trying to prevent myself from sounding too desperate.

"Maybe" she responded, distantly and nervously, and with that we said our good byes and waved as I left the park.

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