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.


4. You!

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.

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