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Do you ever have experience the sensation of being in love with someone in your dreams? The sensation of a person right there with you, loving you too? Harry woke up with that feeling in her chest that morning. She had dreamed of a girl by her side, in her arms, never wanting to let her go, feeling happy. Instantly feeling alone when she realised this person did not exist and a strange feeling of longing grew stronger, but she let it go when she heard the alarm ringing loudly. Her life was about to change.
The sound of birds distracted Harry from the anxiety that had been eating away at her since last night, the sun streaming through her blue curtains with white rays hitting them right in her face. Few weeks ago she moved into this huge house and it was still a bit overwhelming, she would play tennis again.
Harry opened the drawer and chose the first sport’s top she found; black and rather tight in Harry's opinion – made her tits more noticeable, but it was fine. She picked up her favourite lilac skirt and her pre-packed suitcase. She got into the car with her mother yelling at her to hurry.
When she arrived at the much-loved tennis club that her mother had been insisting she attend ever since she married that rich man a couple of months ago; "The Monte Carlo Club".
The club was full of the scents of rubber, felt and nylon. It smells like fresh floor cleaner in the locker rooms, and expensive perfume here and there. Harry sighed, tied her hair into a ponytail and opened her locker to put away her bag. She didn’t really have any friends here, no one had bothered to even say good morning to her. People here were in their own world where Harry felt she didn’t belong.
As soon as she left the locker room, she spotted her coach, Alexa. She was waiting for her in the middle of the first few courts where, with a smile and a nod, Harry knew she had to follow her.
“Sorry, Harry, they only had this court available at this time, I know you don't like it,” said Alexa referring to the brick coloured chalk court they were on.
And it's not that Harry didn’t like it, it's just that she's allergic and gets dust up her nose and there's no stopping all her sneezing and red eyes.
“Oh, don't worry, I'll try not to die,” said Harry with a smile on her face.
“Stop being so dramatic and let's get started.”
Harry and Alexa had met a few years ago at a tennis tournament. They had become friends even though Alexa was older, after all, they shared the same passion. When Harry found out that Alexa was a coach at the club she was insisted on attending, she thought things wouldn't be so scary.
Alexa was a friendly little puppy dog when it came to socialising, whereas Harry was the opposite. She was shy and had few friends, not to mention that the few she had had stayed in the part of Doncaster where she no longer lived.
Harry took out her racquet and opened the new can of her bubblegum pink balls, the smell of newness made her feel a little effervescent. That's when she really felt connected to the sport. Harry loved tennis; how the handle of the racquet felt in her hands, she loved the power of every stroke, the sound of the bouncing ball hitting the floor court. But she also thought she could be a better player, that’s why she accepted to come to the club in the first place, to practise more.
Alexa had already got a little basket on wheels filled with yellow balls and the pink balls Harry just opened. She gave Harry a few instructions on her strokes as Harry's round of sneezing and teary eyes began making her lose concentration on the balls and Alexa's voice.
A round of laughter from the court next to hers reached Harry's ears -two girls and a red head guy, playing with each other. The redhead guy had a huge smile and tennis shoes the same colour as his bright hair. One of the girls was blonde with a pretty yellow top, the second girl; the one with the loudest laugh, with fluffy, unruly and beautiful dark brown hair, wearing sunnies, her high cheekbones being the main characteristic. Her easy and bright smile caught Harry in just a second.
Harry sneezed twice in a row, the pink ball in her hand falling straight to the ground. She sneezed a third time causing her racquet to fall as well.
“Oh, stupid brick dust,” Harry mumbled, hearing more laughter from across the court only to realise it was directed at her. The three people neighbouring her had stopped everything to look at Harry failing, laughing not so discreetly at her. Harry tried to concentrate on Alexa’s voice but it was too late, she already felt nervous, pressured and judged by them. Harry pulled herself together as best she could and prepared for her shot. When she sneezed again, missing the return, the ball smacked against the fence, almost hitting Harry on its bounce.
"Oi, they just let anyone in, don't they?" Shouted the redhead boy.
"You don't even have to know tennis to be here, apparently," The blonde girl laughed smugly. The pretty brunette girl smiled at Harry, but not making fun of her, more like a softer half-smile.
Harry took a breath of concentration, she redid her hair tightly. She heard Alexa's voice again, «as long as the ball is in the court, nothing else has to matter.» Harry knew she was right but sometimes it's easy to get lost in unimportant things.
She noticed the girl in sunnies kept staring at her.
“Louis, for God's sake, will you concentrate here? I want to finish this training soon!” yelled the blonde girl in a gravelly voice.
“Florence, you don't have to yell at me. And I'm- I'm focused, okay?”
The blonde girl, Florence, rolled her eyes at Louis and got back into serving position.
Now Harry knew the name of the pretty girl; Louis, that's a pretty name too.
Harry repeated Louis' name in her mind in different voices and accents when she heard the boy's voice shout, “Louis, stop looking at the awkward girl, concentrate here.” Harry heard Alexa make a small grunt, whether in desperation or anger, she didn’t know, “We're not leaving until this is right, Tomlinson”.
Harry knew she was the ‘awkward girl’. They meant her and they made sure Harry knew it because despite all the noise around them, she heard their words very clearly. She couldn't feel more embarrassed and miserable. When she looked up at the court on the other side, Louis was indeed looking at her.
Some tingly feeling laid in Harry’ stomach.
Alexa, for everyone's sake, decided to end today's training and allowed Harry to go for a pleasant shower. Harry hurried to collect all her belongings and rushed off to the lockers.
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Harry vividly remembers when tennis came into her life.
When she was a child, her parents took her to Marylebone Farmer's Market most weekends because her mother always loved markets full of fresh fruit and artisanal delicacies such as cheese and meat to stock up on and take home. They would stroll around nearby places to eat or even have picnics. On one of those weekends, she noticed that there were more people than usual, crowded into one place with lemon-yellow deckchairs, all pointing at a huge screen that was projecting something. She didn't really know what it was, only that it was similar to the football her father watched on the television in the living room, as it had white lines on the floor and green grass.
People were very focused on the big screen in front of them. Her mother decided it would be a good place for that day's picnic, and that's when her father explained to Harry that on the screen was one of the most famous sports in the world, called "Tennis," and although Harry couldn't fully understand her father's explanation, full of rules and how the sport worked, Harry was already a fan.
She also saw how excited people got with every shot and every point scored. She wondered which team she should support, because she always ended up supporting her father's team, but she find out there was no such team here. She just shouted every time someone hit the ball with what she had just been told was a raquet. At the end of the day, Harry didn't understand much of what was happening on the screen and in the park audience, but she remembers having more fun than usual every time she visited London and her mother made her pick some strawberries.
After a while, she learned that the screening she saw as a child was "The Wimbledon", which had been screened throughout London for many years for all sports lovers. They continued going every year to watch the matches on the big screens, but that tradition ended when their parents divorced.
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The water was a little cold, but Harry didn't mind; she was eager to leave. She emerged from the shower stall wrapped in a towel, her hair tied up with wet curls sticking to her neck and chest.
As she turned to look for her clothes, Harry was faced with Louis’ presence as the other woman made her way towards her. The electric colour of Louis’ eyes—light blue that seemed virtually silver—left her speechless.
Neither of them moved for a moment, Harry felt her heart pounding out of her body. It was Louis who finally broke the silence.
“Hey,” she murmured in a hoarse voice.
That's when Harry noticed, Louis was the most delicious creature she had ever seen, besides her piercing diamond-like eyes, there was her voluminous long hair and a fringe that perfectly matched the bone structure of Louis' face. Her skin seemed to be made of smooth and shiny silk combined with thin pink lips, as if she had been biting them. Harry looked down at her beautiful tits jutting out of her top, they looked so round, soft and exquisite, perfectly matching Louis' flat yet curvy tummy and long sun-kissed shapely legs. Harry realised what she was doing, and her eyes widened as she remembered that Louis said something to her, Harry returned her gaze to Louis' face to notice she had a fixed expression, waiting for a response from Harry, either a greeting or an explanation as to why she was checking her out. Suddenly Harry also noticed that she was almost naked in front of the girl, if it wasn't for that towel wrapped around her body.
It was the most embarrassing day of her life. She ignored Louis, continued on her way to leave the club, and finally put an end to this nightmare.
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Ever since that day, Harry hadn't stopped thinking about those sky coloured eyes, the way that top fit so tightly, it made Harry felt love bugs in her stomach and cold shivers all over her body. She'd even moaned Louis' name silently, lying on her favourite sheets every other night, but Harry would never admit that out loud.
Almost a week had passed, when her mother’s convincingness made Harry attend the club again. She didn't know whether to be excited at the possibility of seeing Louis one more time, or anxious that her friends would make fun of her again.
Arriving at Monte Carlo Club, Harry didn't see Louis or her friends anywhere, but she did see Miss Chung, her coach.
After an intense session of practice drills, Alexa decided to treat Harry to a berry smoothie and they enjoyed their break with a view full of trees and small birds passing by.
“Oli, please, that pass was great, we have to try it again,” Louis was heard saying, not too far from where Harry and Alexa were.
Fuck.
Harry closed her eyes and sank into her chair, hoping that neither the boy, Oli, nor Louis could tell she was there.
Harry spotted Louis going to the grass court with Oli. Behind them entered the blonde girl, Florence.
Harry was glad to have finished her training before anyone could see her, she didn't want to be embarrassed again.
Alexa noticed the direction of Harry's eyes, “Her name is Louis Tomlinson, she's won every competition on behalf of this club. Her parents actually own it,” Alexa said with a small laugh.
The owners? Louis must be a millionaire, Harry thought.
“She's a millionaire, it’s a family business,” confessed Alexa confirming Harry's thoughts. “The only bad thing about Louis, are the two fools that always follow her around everywhere; the girl is Florence Pugh, she is also the daughter of millionaires, her father is a famous chef, and owns restaurants in several countries but she is not very nice, believes that she is better than everyone else and nobody deserves her,” Alexa rolled her eyes, continued. “And the guy, Oliver Wright, he just works here, Louis’s coach,” Alexa murmured and got closer to Harry to speak softly, “Don't take this the wrong way but, I am not a big fan of how Oli trains his tennis players, and rumours say not even Louis likes it,” said Alexa sipping her green smoothie.
With all the information Alexa gave to Harry, she felt a bit overwhelmed. It seemed that this club lived in an open secret, no one was talking about what was going on but everyone knew exactly what was going on with everybody.
Alexa had a class coming up with two new guys who had just moved to London. She introduced them to Harry, as Alexa programmed team activities for the three of them together for their next training sessions.
Harry had a big smile because finally, she had friends in the club and someone to complain to about the muscle aches Alexa gave her every time.
At the locker room, Harry was ready for a long shower and hoped that today the water wouldn't be as cold as last time.
Just as she got in the showers, she heard that voice again, “Oh, look what we have here,” Florence mocked, her body soaking wet, looking straight at Harry. And dammit, these showers have curtains as doors for a reason.
“Is she the awkward girl, ready to end another day without success?” Florence barked without remorse. Florence had the attitude of being the queen of the place, she didn't bother to have even a little modesty in front of people, and she walked around feeling like she owned everything.
Harry had seen naked women before but it's different when a naked, wet woman is making fun of her, being naked too.
“Flo, cut it out,” Louis rebuked aggressively.
Harry turned her head like a whip at the sound of Louis’s voice. Harry's legs trembled as she realised that Louis was there too, also with the curtain drawn and open for anyone to pass by.
What was wrong with rich people?
Harry could only see Louis’s wet hair falling down that long back, reaching the most gorgeous and juicy ass that let water run down her thighs.
Harry had confidence with her friends, but she was not sure she would be able to have this kind of confidence like Louis and Florence have with each other.
“Are you going to shower or what?” Florence asked Harry somewhat violently.
Harry, didn't know what to say, took off her towel and got into the shower next to Louis.
Florence said something but Harry ignored her completely cause now she has other priorities, she has the most beautiful girl she has ever seen in her life, naked and wet, just metres away.
The person she's had in her mind for the past few days was here, standing in the same time and space as Harry, she had to concentrate on not jumping on Louis and lick her whole body.
She needed to be strong, maybe the cold water would be good for her. But the moment she turned on the faucet, near boiling water poured over her shoulders and face. Harry gasped as she felt her skin burn, she heard a not-so-low giggle from Florence in the distance.
Harry quickly saw hands turning off the tap and the water stopped running, she realised it was Louis' hands, Louis herself, naked as can be. Harry, even with her skin burning, thought it felt hotter when she was this close to Louis. Did she mention that the girl was naked?
“Hey, are you okay?” asked Louis with concern in her eyes.
Harry just nodded.
“You don’t know how to shower?” Louis gave a soft mocking laugh, looking for some response from Harry, her gaze was flirtatious but not impatient. You could see her kindness for yards.
“Look,–” Louis continued, approached the shower faucet, “If you turn this to the left, it will be cold, and if you turn it to the right, it will be hot, I recommend you always put the tap in the middle so you can modulate the temperature,” Louis explained without looking Harry in the eye.
And God, of course Harry knew how to use a bloody faucet and take a decent shower, but Louis being there didn't help at all. Harry was mush next to Louis. Her knees had been too strong all this time not to crumble in front of this girl.
Louis’s body was marvellous, she had the perfect round tits, the tiniest waist and completely shaved. Harry’s heart went crazy that she had that angel in front of her.
“The last person who used this shower left it on hot and you just turned it on without looking,” Louis said in a gentle voice.
It was simple enough, Harry thought, she had no idea why so far that logic made sense to Harry.
Louis, saw that not a word came out of Harry, reached out her hand near Harry's tits and says, “I'm Louis, Louis Tomlinson,” to which Harry already knew but returned the gesture, “I'm-,” Florence's voice is heard next to the two women, “Lou, love, I'm done here, see you later, yeah? Remember my parents are having a party this weekend at the cottage.” Florence winked at Louis and left, ignoring Harry.
Harry noticed Louis' serious expression toward Florence, and cleared her throat to return Louis to reality, a reality where they were both naked in front of each other. Louis' face lit up as she turned her attention back to Harry.
“My name's Harry Styles, nice to meet you,” Harry said, taking Louis’ hand, which was still close to her boobs.
“Nice to meet you,” Louis exclaimed, letting go of her hand and placed it on Harry's shoulder, her skin still burning but Louis's touch didn't bother her.
“Are you new coming here?” asked Louis without stopping touching Harry's shoulder.
"My, yeah, uhh, yeah, my mom married a new guy and he has a membership to this club and yes, here I am,” Harry stammered, surviving her nervousness.
Louis had to be something else cause she licked her lips, looking directly at Harry's breasts.
“You call him new guy,” looking up into Harry's eyes again. “Don't you get along with him?” Louis blurted quickly.
Harry was wet already, she couldn't think of anything else but Louis in front of her. She was tracing small circles with his finger where she had her grip on Harry's shoulder.
The words didn't come out of her mouth, Harry was paralyzed, she wanted to speak, she wanted to show Louis that she could be eloquent, after she couldn't even turn on the water, but apparently Harry loved to go through embarrassment after embarrassment, because seconds had passed and Harry still didn't say anything, not a sound came out of her lips.
Louis noticed, she raised her eyebrows and gave Harry a mischievous grin.
“Mouse got your tongue?” And my goodness, Louis ran the tip of her tongue across her front teeth with a smile. Harry was going to melt down.
“You won't tell me anything?” Louis modulated her voice to be softer and slower, “And will you say anything if I put my hand here?” Louis barely touched Harry's cheek, caressing it slowly, her fingers moving down to Harry’s lips, stroking them with her thumb.
It was official; Harry was no longer breathing, her stomach was about to explode, her heart galloping like a cheetah. She gasped as Louis moved closer to her, pulling her closer to the wall.
The atmosphere had suddenly become delirious, and the tension could be felt in their auras. Harry searched Louis' gaze before grabbing her around the waist and trapping their naked bodies together. Both wordlessly, breathing heavily, staring at the windows full of glittering crystals that were their eyes, they sought the initiative to move, to kiss.
Louis nuzzled Harry's upper lip one more time before leaning fully into the girl. And like that, they finally kissed. It was a soft, tender kiss, full of patience. Until Harry remembered Louis's tits were touching her own and hugged her even tighter by the hips.
“Bloody hell,” Harry exclaimed in a deep voice. They moved deeper and further into a kiss that started to get desperate and accelerated.
The water that fell earlier had already dried from their bodies, which was why Harry immediately noticed that another part of her body was extremely wet.
And things got even better when Louis' mind-blowing kisses were running down her jaw and neck. Harry could be floating at this point.
Louis planted a few kisses on Harry's chest as she looked up for Harry's approval. And without a second thought she just nodded.
“If you want something, you have to use your words,” Louis demanded, her breath brushing against Harry's nipples.
Harry's voice was pleading as she whined, “Your lips are so soft, I want to feel them all over my body.”
“Fuck, Harry,” Louis murmured. Louis's desperate lips were all over her skin, her hands caressing and squeezing with just the strength Harry needed.
From the pleasure Harry wanted to throw her head back and lose herself, but she was being kissed by a fucking angel, and she wasn't going to miss a second of it.
Louis gave a little nobbing on Harry's nipple and she had more than enough to let out a high pitched moan. Her excitement was palpable.
“You've got awesome tits, Harry,” Louis murmured, licking her lips, going towards them again.
“I've been wanting to do this ever since I saw you,” Louis said in her soft, desire-filled voice, “That fucking top you were wearing that day, fuck.”
“Did you–,” A big moan came out her mouth, “Since then?”
“You kept sneezing and prancing around, you looked so cute and sexy,” Louis said, pressing wet kisses into Harry’s mouth, sucking on it, making an obscene noise as it came out of her lips.
“Louis.” Curved the back, while and let out a tiny, gasping moan.
Harry's body was falling apart, she had never felt so hot and full of desire. Harry's grip on Louis' shoulders was so strong that if they were frozen at that very moment, they would look like perfectly executed Bernini statues.
It was all perfect, watching Louis‘ mouth going crazy on her lips, Louis’ slow movements full of urge, Louis' hands on her hips, the delicious sounds of Louis devouring Harry's breasts leaving blood-red marks all over them, Louis standing there naked, Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis.
Harry didn't notice the voices coming from the corridor towards the showers, but Louis did.
Louis stopped bruising the girl. Harry was slow to react, she was absent-minded by Louis' lips and tongue.
When she met Louis's gaze, her eyes were wide with surprise, with almost I could tell Harry, – fear.
She let go of Harry's hips, pulled away from her. “I'm sorry,” Louis said in a heartbroken voice, got out of Harry's shower, grabbed her towel and left, leaving Harry alone, bewildered and horny.
Seconds later, she saw some ladies entering the showers wanting to wash after their sports day.
They of course were wearing swimming clothes and not being reckless like Harry. Louis had left the curtain of her shower open, so anyone who passed by could see her standing there, because Louis had left her there. Forgotten, as if nothing had happened.
And after a few minutes of Harry coming out of her trance, she was careful to turn on the faucet as Louis had taught her, now aware that she needed cold water to lower the temperature that Louis had been so quick to raise.
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Harry didn’t sleep that night, all the time she had beheld herself in the mirror, appreciating her naked breasts, caressing every mark made by the most beautiful lips she has ever known.
She touched her nipple, closed her eyes and there she was; Louis, moaning and making heavenly sounds, her hands on her hips, squeezing and pressing. Harry was back to her dreamy day. Suddenly, everything went black and she saw Louis' face again, the face that made everything change, Louis's expression of fear and worry was now stuck in Harry's mind.
Maybe she did something wrong, or maybe Louis didn't want to be seen with her, not that Harry expected Louis to remain attached to her breasts even in the presence of the rich ladies, but they could have finished their business elsewhere or be quite faking there was someone taking a shower behind those curtains. Harry knew Louis was the owner's daughter and must have a reputation to maintain after all, and whatever the truth was, it didn't take away from Harry's foetal position in her bed, hugging one of her pillows feeling rejected, occasionally wiping a small tear from running down her nose.
She wondered what Louis could be doing at the moment. Harry had a flashback to Florence telling Louis her parents are having some kind of party and yeah, maybe Louis was there, enjoying herself with friends, music and maybe someone to take her to bed at the end of the night. Or maybe it was something more innocent where Louis' parents were also there and somehow the adults start talking business stuff, making Florence and Louis bored and decide to go to their room to paint their nails or watch a movie.
And she was back to the beginning, touching her bruises, thinking about Louis and unable to sleep.
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Weeks have passed since Harry went to the club. She knows that avoiding her problems won't get her anywhere, but right now she's very comfortable with her feet up against the wall, lying on her back in her green sofa, her head hanging down letting the blood rush to her head for a while, maybe that would help to get Louis out of her thoughts.
The music played loudly through the headphones, trying to reach those paths in her mind that have been filled with blue eyes and cheekbones.
Harry saw the door to her room being opened with her mother on the other side, her mouth moving soundlessly. Harry quickly removed the headphones to listen; “Harry, dinner is served!”
Blake had seen her daughter a bit down, she didn't dare to ask why, she knew that her girl had been going through a lot of changes lately, so she preferred to give her a little time.
“Oh okay.” Harry pronounced, still with her head hanging.
Blake walked closer to Harry. “What are you doing, little bat? Are you all right?
“Sure sure, I'll be there in a minute.” Harry said in a monotonous voice.
“Harry, umm, I wanted, I wanted to…” Blake asked in a gentle voice.
“Yeah?”
“Sweetheart, are you really okay? You've been in your room for the last few weeks and well, you haven't been eating much, and…”
“Mum,” Harry effortlessly sat up straight again. "Everything is fine, like seriously, don’t worry about me, okay?” Harry tried to remark it with great confidence, maybe trying to convince herself as well.
And if Blake noticed the hesitation and the fake smile Harry gave her, she didn't comment anything. But the uncertainty was still there, and somehow she knew that her daughter would come to her at the right time.
“It's okay, love. Shall we go to dinner?"
“Sure mum, come on, – just give me a second, I think I got a little dizzy”. Harry muttered, touching her head and clenching her eyes.
“That's what you get for being in that position, you silly.”
They both shared a small laugh and Blake left the room.
Already at the table was Michael, her stepfather.
Micheal Kylan was a famous stage director and entrepreneur of sportswear and footwear. His brand had taken off about some years ago, reaching exceptionally high levels in terms of sales, becoming one of the most popular, bought and important brands in all of Europe. Making Michael one of the most wealthy men in the continent.
Michael was pouring glasses for ‘his girls’, as he liked to call Blake and Harry. Michael and Blake had been married for some months now. Michael was a recently divorced man when he met Harry's mother a few years ago.
Michael's ex-wife cheated on him with one of the chauffeurs working for him and they both took it upon themselves to steal as much money as they could, Michael as soon as he found out, asked her for a divorce. Michael had two sons from that marriage, both of whom lived abroad and were not very close, that's why when he married Blake, he knew that Harry would be his daughter. He always wanted a girl, so he spoiled Harry in every way he could think of. He gave her things that Harry wouldn't even think of asking for and he loved spending quality time with Harry, knowing what her favourite book was, her favourite movie and waiting for her next birthday to give her a luxurious car, or at least that's what Michael has told Harry a million times since they met.
Now, Harry was not so sure about Michael, don't get her wrong, she had learned to take a liking to him all this time, but she didn't understand why he loves a ‘daughter’ in that way if she didn't carry his blood. And, Harry adores her father, she hardly sees him anymore or spends time with him thanks to the distance, but she believed no one was going to replace him.
“Harry, I'm glad you're joining us for dinner today. I wanted to talk to you about something,” Michael said, slicing the meat on his plate.
“Oh yes, Michael's been very excited about that, sweetheart,” Blake eagerly mentioned.
“Tell me what it is, is it something to do with the company?” Queried Harry, waiting for a response. Harry has always been a fan of fashion, she loves colours, textures, wearing clothes that communicate her quirky personality. Michael has his trusted people working to give him innovative ideas all the time. But it makes him very happy to be able to connect with one of her daughter's passions, so every opinion Harry develops is the most important to him. And Harry was aware of that.
“I've been talking to Magnus, you know, the owner of the Monte Carlo Club and…” and wait, Harry's eyes widened and she turned pale. The Monte Carlo owner? Michael was referring to Louis's dad? Her stepfather and Louis’s dad had been talking to each other? “He had asked me for proposals for a change of uniforms for his whole club,” He announced, “Don't you think that's amazing?” Exclaimed Michael in disbelief.
“Oh Mike, I’m proud of you.” Blake took Michael's hand and squeezed it. “And you love Monte Carlo Club,” The man's smile reflects his cheerful disposition. He quickly kissed Blake's hand he was holding and continued with the news.
“Magnus and Renee invited us to a huge party in two weeks. We are going as a family, Harry, I'm sure you know their daughter, her name is Louis, she is extremely popular in the club and a tournament champion, you should practise together. I'm sure you would be good friends, don't you think?”
“The brand will be seen in a more elegant way, do you know what kind of people go to that club?” Blake continued, but they were too busy being excited to notice Harry's shocked face.
Did she know Louis? Bloody hell, she still had little yellowish marks on her breasts from the girl's luscious pink lips. Harry's first thoughts in the morning were fluffy, and splendid tousled hair, impressive blue eyes and soft voice. When she woke up, the feeling of being back in Louis's arms made her hug a pillow and stay a few more minutes tangled in the sheets.
And now she had to go to a party at her house, with her parents, gee, she would meet Louis' parents. Someone open the windows please, Harry was running out of air.
“Of course I'll need your help with the uniform designs…” Harry heard Michael's voice only as a muffled rumble, did he ever shut up? Harry saw his mum looking admiringly at Michael, surely for his achievements but also for wanting her daughter to be involved not only in his business but also in his life.
Not knowing exactly what Michael said, Harry just looked at him, smiled and said politely, “As you wish, Michael, it would be a pleasure to create this with you.” Her mum and stepdad talked and laughed for the rest of the dinner but Harry could only think of the look on Louis' face when she left her alone in the shower.
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“Please dad, you know I can't stand Oli, we only get along because you guys are friends, you know I don't like the way he trains me,” said Louis in a whining voice.
“Louis, with Oliver you have won all your tournaments, I won't let someone else coach you, no one can keep up with your training,” Magnus said in a serious voice, with his eyes on the documents on his desk.
“Love,” Renee’s voice interrupted what Louis was going to say, “You know well that Oliver is one of the best coaches in the country, we can't let people know that you have any other coach,” Renee mentioned in her elegant and gentle voice.
“For God's sake mother, people don’t know about coaches, people always focus on the athlete,” Louis disagreed in an upset voice, she instantly regretted it, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “Father, I'm just asking for a chance, a chance to show you that with another coach I can be better, please,” Louis said in her gentle voice, placing her hands together in supplication in front of his dad and shook them gently.
Magnus finally looked up at Louis, thought about it for a few seconds and said, “The only one I can think of who is up to your level of training, is Miss Chung,” Harry's trainer, Louis thought, “So, ask her to come and talk to me as soon as possible and we'll see what can be done,” Magnus said without much importance, he turned his eyes back to his papers. Louis excitedly made her way to her father's desk and showered him with kisses and many thanks on the way. Magnus chuckled, Louis caught up with her mother and gave her a few more kisses too, she hopped out of the room jumping up and down with happiness.
“You spoil her over the top,” said Renee, trying to reproach her husband, without success.
Magnus gave her an amused smile, lifted his shoulders and went on about his papers again.
When Louis reached her room, she realised what she had really done. Alexa would possibly be her new coach, which meant that she was going to be spending more time with Harry– doing everything together, keeping the same schedules, training together, taking showers together, eating together. Louis's stomach filled with butterflies, she had not stopped thinking about the girl, the girl who had stolen her sighs, her thoughts and her concentration.
And just now, just thinking about her, Louis gets all wet, as she remembers her voice, the beautiful sounds she made, that Louis herself provoked, that dimpled smile, the most cushioned lips Louis has ever tasted in her life.
Louis didn't even take the time to get to her bed, with her back to the door, she held onto the handle tightly to keep from falling off and the other hand touching her soaking wet clit, playing with her fingers back and forth, making circles panting quietly, she didn't have to try hard to feel Harry's lips under hers again, to feel her hot skin from the dry water, her hands against Harry's hips, as her tongue played fully with her body.
“Fuck, Harry,” growled between her teeth, cumming so hard. Louis had never felt an intense orgasm like that, and fuck, she was just standing in the doorway of her room, Louis was more than perplexed.
Louis wondered if Harry thinks of her the way Louis thinks of Harry, probably not.
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Harry knew she can't keep walking in the labyrinth of her mind, so she decides to go back to her training and to the Monte Carlo Club.
A new day at the club had begun, Harry was already being waited on by Alexa and her new team, two very attractive and fit guys, who were probably training intensely hard the days Harry decided to be in her depressive state.
Their names were Reid and Vince.
Reid was a tall, muscular boy. His hair was black and fell smoothly over his forehead. His eyes were like honey, completing his handsome face with a huge smile.
Vince was a few inches smaller than his friend, had a slimmer but still toned body. His eyes were a soft hazel and he had a soft, easy laugh.
Harry was more than predisposed in being friends with these boys, they could achieve important things on the court together.
As Alexa brought everyone up to speed, Harry noticed that the Reid boy wasn't taking his eyes off her.
Harry and Reid were paired together for this training. Harry noticed that Reid's cheeks were red since Alexa put them together, but she guessed it was just from the sun.
“So, are you as good as Alexa says you are?” Reid asked with a big smile on his mouth, eyebrows raised.
Harry wondered if the tone of that question was meant to be flirtatious, but since it was the first time they had officially met, she decided not to think about it.
Harry smiled, crossing Reid's steady gaze, “I'm not sure about that, for months I've been trying to make a perfect tweener, and I just end up with bruised legs from racquet hits,” Harry protested in a low voice with disappointment.
“I could help you if you'd like,” Reid mentioned quickly, making the sentence almost unintelligible.
Harry's face lit up, “Really? You know how to do that?”
"Yeah, sure, I know it sounds difficult but when you train it enough, by the time it comes very naturally,” Reid confirmed, swinging with his racquet.
“Ok, consider me your new student, what do I have to do?” Harry replied, fixing her hair bun. Reid looked a little immobilised at Harry. She waited a few seconds for his answer, Harry raised her eyebrows at him and Reid's body came to life again.
“Oh yeah, yeah, umm, okay,” he cleared his throat and began to explain, “The tweener is one of the flashiest and most fun shots to hit in all of tennis, It all comes down to three critical, important elements,” Harry nodded.
“The first one is positioning,” Harry set by Reid’s side and focused at his body movements, “If you don't position your body correctly, then hitting the shot is impossible,” Acknowledged Reid, spreading his legs a bit, turning his back to the court followed by Harry, “The most difficult part is waiting for the ball to bounce the first time, allowing it to come up in the air,” Performing the movements simulating the ball bouncing towards them, “And then let it come all the way down to just about bouncing for the second time, all while you run and time your running so that you're right directly over the ball as you make contact,” Added Reid hitting his racquet to the air and Harry repeated his movements.
“The contact usually is made on these shots about 12 or maybe 16 inches off the court, which means just before the ball bounces for the second time, your whole body has to be directly over the ball or maybe even a little bit past the ball.” At this point, Harry had lost the logic in Reid’s words. How was she meant to know how much 16 inches were, was she supposed to know that? Is it common knowledge for tennis players, for people in general?
Reid continued, head down, legs spread with the racquet between his legs, “The way you want to think about this is you essentially want to catch up to the ball after it's landed behind you, overtake it and time that exactly where the ball is coming down so that you can hit it just before it lands on the floor for the second time,“ Reid finally stopped talking and looked up, recognised the confusion in Harry’s eyes.
“I'm sorry,” Hesitated Harry with a grin, smiling. “I got lost.”
Reid smiled at her with tenderness. “Oh no, don't worry, gorgeous, we'll try again,” Reid replied in a confident voice. Harry blushed a little at the nickname, and did more when she felt hands behind her hips, gripping them tightly.
“Ok, this is the position your body should be in," Reid's hands moved further down towards Harry's legs, pulling them apart, “There, your legs like this, lean a little.” At that moment, Harry had the feeling of someone had their gaze on her from afar, but she couldn't bring herself to look, as her cheeks were redder than ever. She was sure that the whole club was watching her, being bent with a boy's hands around her legs.
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Harry was able to make a successful tweener for the first time, and it was thanks to the help of Reid, Vince and Alexa together. It was like when a baby starts to take their first steps and their parents, without interfering, celebrate the action. There they were, the four of them shouting and clapping excitedly for the great step Harry gained on the courts that day.
They decided to recharge their batteries by going to the cafeteria in search of something hearty to fill their empty athlete stomachs. The four of them choose submarine sandwiches with chips to share between them.
“Harry, what you did on the court was a great thing to see,” Reid commented quietly, trying to mumble to Harry by leaning towards her, making the first move between them to strike up a conversation with just her, but failing.
“Oh absolutely, Harry, it was amazing, I knew you had a lot of potential, I'm so proud to be your coach,” Alexa exclaimed, strutting at his words.
“Hey, hey, I was the one who helped her,” Argued Reid, reaching out for Harry's attention.
“I threw all the balls at her, I deserve my recognition,” Argued Vince with half a tomato in his mouth.
Harry couldn't be happier. She had achieved what she had been trying to do for months. They say only true professionals make a perfect tweener and she did it; she just did it. And, best of all, she finally made friends in this boring place, real friends who support her and encourage her to be a better athlete. She couldn't feel too pleased with herself at that moment, she couldn't stop smiling.
Again, she felt that feeling, that someone was watching her from afar– it sent shivers down her spine, the atmosphere turned cold. Harry hugged herself to shake off that chill that came suddenly. Reid noticed and swung his left arm behind Harry's chair, feeding her in her mouth with a chip, Harry with a cute smile accepted. Eating slowly as she scanned the room, there were a few people at the next tables but no one was really paying attention to them, so Harry let it go.
Amidst all the euphoria of the day, she forgot to avoid Louis and her entourage of fools at all costs, and apparently, her luck had run out because when she entered the locker room, a few lockers away from her own, Florence's voice was heard.
“I'm telling you, Oli, she told me she wasn't going to my parents’ party, that she wasn't feeling well,” Saying those last words as a mockery. “After that, she hasn't answered me, I haven't even seen her all day,” Florence protested, trying to keep her voice low, but the profundity of her voice wouldn't let her.
And Oli could be here, in the locker room? Wasn't it exclusive to women? Harry always got lost in this place or supposed that working here and training the owners' daughter gave Oli some special rights.
“Did Louis really tell you that?” Oli asked curiously. Harry felt her stomach twisted at the sound of Louis’s name, “She hasn't texted me back either, and to be honest, sometimes I feel like I can't stand her, she is so noisy and has this sarcastic, annoying vibe to it all the bloody time, I just wish I could keep my closeness with Magnus without dealing with this girl, ‘cause, you know how much he pays me? It's great, I bought this nice watch last week thanks to the extra hours I put in Louis' atrocious training sessions, it has diamond encrusted.” His voice was boastful and full of venom.
“She's been acting weird the last few days, I don't know what got into her, I don't understand what could be more important than my party, do you know who was there?” Florence insisted, “There was a moment in the night when Sandra Bullock was taking shots with my mum,” She boasted.
Harry's questions were answered, sort of. Now she knew that Louis didn't go to Florence's parents' party, that she wasn't with anyone, that she preferred to stay in the privacy of her own home, but that didn't mean that Louis had thought about her, more than Harry had thought about Louis.
Harry couldn't help but feel bad for Louis, these two were the people who went after Louis like lost puppies all the time calling her their friend, they had the opportunity to badmouth her and totally took advantage of it.
Oli and Florence kept gossiping but Harry took her things and left with the necessary speed and silence so that both of them didn't notice her.