The Olympian | h.s.

Chapter 18

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"We could get in serious trouble for this, you know?"

"Yeah, but you wanted to do something crazy, emphasis on you."

"Well I didn't really mean something that could get us in serious trouble."

"You need to chill, it's not that big of a deal."

"Am I being dramatic?"

"A little bit," Harry held up his fingers with a large amount of space between them.

"Ok fine, let's play."

He cheered at my reluctant agreement and got the ball out. We knocked it back and forth for a few minutes before backing up a few steps and continuing.

After backing up until we were half a field apart, we stopped kicking and met at the goal.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked, curious as to why he was so insistent that this was our crazy outing.

"I want a one on one match, give me your best moves."

"Why?"

"I want an idea of what the other defenders feel like playing against you."

"But why?"

"Why not."

I rolled my eyes but lined up in front of him. My first attempts were unsuccessful, him able to get in between me and the ball.

"You're good," I told him, out of breath.

"Thanks fam."

I snorted at the slang word that he continued to insist would become a thing.

The next time, I went right, unlike my unsuccessful attempts to go left. It took him off guard and I was able to get a shot off, curling it into the lower left corner.

Harry whistled at my shot placement.

"You're a damn good shot my friend."

I curtsied, standing up quickly and all of a sudden, black spots covered my vision.

It wasn't completely black like before but my head was spinning. I could feel myself tilting forward, and just like before, Harry was there to catch me.

"Woah, are you ok?"

I could hear him but it felt like my ears were stuffed with cotton.

"Cassie, love, what's wrong?"

"My head hurts," I managed to get out with the extreme pressure building in my head.

He slowly sat us down, me in between his legs, back leaning against his chest.

I began blinking, trying to clear the spots and my head began to clear. He wiped my face with his sleeves and it was then I felt the tears.

They were rolling out of my eyes at a steady pace as I held my head up.

"Make it stop," I pleaded with him, as the pressure got worse all of a sudden.

"I don't know what's wrong," he sounded desperate and I sniffled.

He gently picked me up and my hands immediately left my head, going around his neck and allowing me to cling even closer to him.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. He walked quickly but tried to not jostle me too much.