I grunted slightly as my racket made contact with the ball. I swung hard and at a good angle. The ball hit the wall just as I had intended and reflected back to me. I had set myself up for an overhead shor-one the I would have to reach to return. I brought my racket up high and was just about to slam the ball perfectly when I saw it again. This time I saw a shadow-a man's shadow. Judging by the shadow, the man was a giant. Judging by logic he was standing near a light. There were quite a few lights in the bushes, I left the court holding my racket outin front of me like a weapon. "I know you're out there" I informed this man, "And I demand to know who you are and why you keep watching me play"
"Relax" a voice said from the bushes, "I'm not hiding out here to try to murder you. I just wanted to see how you play when no one's around"
"Show yourself" I requeseted, no, demanded.
He slowly stood up and walked out of the shadows into the light. I saw the figure for the first time.
"You!" I exclaimed.
The man nodded. Or should I say Harry Styles nodded.
"So basically, you secretly watched me play in my match a few days ago, heard me tell my friend that we should get ice-cream, the followed us there, and have been hiding out watching me play ever since?" I practically screamed at him. I was enraged-how dare he?
"Relax," he responded, "And I prefer to say that I saw your flawless, unreturnable serves and was amazed. When you mentioned ice-cream, I got a sudden craving for it, and later I wanted to see you practice to watch you perfect your serve and take tips."
I calmed down. I gathered my thing and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Harry called after me.
"Home" I responded shortly.
"Why" he questeioned me.
"I'd like to be alone for a bit. I practice every day-same place, same time. You can stalk me whenever your free" I called over my shoulder sarcastically.
Harry began, "But I'd hate to be-"
"You'd hate to be the reason I leave, yeah, I know, I've heard, but unfortunately, you are." I said, cutting him off mid sentence. With that being said and Harry calling after me, I headed home. I longed to be back in my house, by myself. Then, suddenly, I realized that I had just done what almost no other girl in America would do, I had just walked away from Harry Styles.