<Coach Styles>

Seventy Two-

Neely's POV:

"You'll be fine honey, I promise," Susie doted as she stood up to leave.

"I'm scared."

"It'll be okay. I love you, short stuff."

"I love you, too." Hugging her tightly, we both walked toward the door and the apartment filled with silence as I closed it behind her.

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Taking NyQuil before I laid down, I had no trouble sleeping Sunday night and woke up rather refreshed Monday morning. It was the same time I had woken up before and I decided to do things differently this time. Instead of pulling my hair into a bun, I put it in a pony tail and actually ate a granola bar as I received his text and smiled widely. Gathering my things, I walked out the door and toward the elevator, patiently waiting to reach the lobby. Nodding toward the doorman as I walked out, I squealed slightly at Harry's car sitting there.

"Good Morning," he smiled his voice raspy like he had just woken up and I relished in the familiarity of his voice.

"Good morning, how are you? " I chirped, sitting down against the soft leather and closing the door behind me. Seeing him tapping his fingers against the steering wheel and hearing him quietly singing along, I couldn't help but dote on him.

"What?" he smiled, dimples forming by the sides of his mouth. "You think I'm old and shouldn't sing along with the radio?"

"No," I blushed. "You've got a nice voice."

"Thank you. I love this song by Clean Bandit. Have you heard it?" His hand reached to turn the volume up and the bass increased.

"Time won't waste, and we just learn
To take it slow and wait our turn
Held my breath, cause I believed
That you'll find me," he sang along with a laugh and I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"I have. I love this song." And I love you too, you just don't know it yet.

"Did you eat breakfast?" he asked as we stopped at a red light and I blushed lightly.

"I did."

"What'd you eat?"

"A granola bar."

"That's it?"

"Yeah."

"That's not very much," he chuckled. "I have a banana and a granola bar in my bag. You can have that."

"Have you already eaten?"

"I had some oatmeal and fruit." Pulling onto the road the school was on, I didn't want to get out of the car. I wanted to stay here and tell him everything.

"Sounds good," I beamed. Pulling into the parking lot, he swiftly stopped in a spot and cut the car off.

"I eat so much so often. Trust me, that was like a snack for me," he laughed, opening his door.

"That's cool," I nodded, the same stupid smile still on my face.

"Here you go," he beamed, holding out the banana, granola bar, and a bottle of water.

"Thank you. That's really sweet of you." Taking the food from him, I blushed slightly as I quickly ate it. Walking inside and putting my bag in the locker room, I put on my basketball shoes and headed toward the gym.

"It's so early," Taylor groaned, rubbing her eyes as she walked toward me.

"This is what it's gonna be like in college," I laughed, bouncing the ball and shooting a layup. The rest of the girls arrived and our workout had begun. Drenched in sweat by the time we left the weight room, when he announced we'd be doing abs, I felt giddy.
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Thursday-
Today was different. We went through weights and split up into teams and I stayed calm no matter how many shots or layups I missed, making up for it on defense. Harry still yelled at me with the same intensity and I couldn't help but only push harder to make my shots. He finally blew the whistle and we all stopped with labored breath.