13'- H.S

eighteen

Autumn's POV- *keep in mind she calls it soccer she's originally American. Harry is British, calls it football. Same dang thing.*

I had left Harry's cabin early in the morning, just in time to slip into my own cabin. The other girls had woken up shortly after my arrival, but thankfully none of them knew of my disappearance.

I can't believe last night happened. That's the first time I've told someone about Ryan, to have them back me up on it. Not to mention I learned something about Harry's past, one I can tell he's not comfortable with.

A smile stretches across my face as I think of our kiss, and how sweet and caring he was. I wish it was always like that. Unfortunately, life is not that simple.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on the cabin door.

"Who is it?" I hear Ruth groan from her bed.

"It's me." I hear a familiar voice say.

"Who's me?" Gina mumbles.

"Harry."

"Harry. Fuck off." Tori yells, groaning and turning in her bunk above me.

"Can I come in?" He asks from outside, sounding quite cold causing me to giggle.

"I can hear you giggling Autumn. It's not funny. I could use some body heat." My cheeks flush red with embarrassment at his cheeky remark.

"Autumn, go get lover boy from outside before he freezes to death." Tori groans and I laugh quietly getting out from my covers and opening the door.

"What do you want?" I ask, sitting down on my bunk.

"Why hello to you too." He chuckles, sitting down next to me.

"Hi. Now, what do you want?" I ask again.

"Well I was actually wondering if you'd care to join me for a morning jog." He smiles.

It's just now I notice his white long sleeve workout shirt, white t-shirt over top, a pair of black shorts, and a grey beanie.

"Ha. Funny. Me, doing exercise? That's a good one." I giggle, smacking my knee.

"Oh c'mon Autumn." He groans playfully.

"Nah. Not my thing." I sigh lying down on my bed.

"Please?" Harry pouts placing his hand, his very large hand, on my thigh.

"Nope." I smile.

"Please?" He asks again, sliding his hand further up my thigh, causing my breath to hitch.

"But I hate jogging. Or running. Hate them both." I frown.

"How about a friendly one on one football match. You won't have to do much since you'll lose anyways." He shrugs.

"Is that a challenge I hear?" I say, sitting up.

"I believe it is." He smirks.

"Oh it's on." I smirk back.

"Be prepared to lose." He chuckles, standing up from my bed.