Harry Who? Book One (Completed)

Ellie Meets the Stanley Cup

When an NHL team wins the Stanley cup, each player on the team get's their own 'day with the cup' over the off season. In mid August, it was finally Scott's day with the cup and I was freaking out I was so excited! Luckily I did not have a game that day (though I'm sure my boss would have given me the day off) so I had got to spend a couple days at home with Scott and my parents.

I was finally okay with Harry owning the Riveters. Not just because I could probably ask to take a game off whenever (though really it's probably up to my coach, not Harry), but because things were actually improving in the league. I had joked earlier that Harry might attract more attention to the NWHL, and he actually has, while still remaining our anonymous owner. Perhaps it wasn't him, but his manager Jeff, who arranged for a couple of his 'friends' (other celebrities) who like hockey to attend a game. So far it hasn't been anyone major, but turnout has improved at games.

Actually, the one person we were all excited to see was our teammate Amanda Kessel's brother Phil Kessel, another hockey player, who also plays on my brother's team the Pittsburgh Penguins. He was kind enough to bring the Stanley cup to one of our games, and that was a pretty big deal for us. However, I then got to spend an entire day with the cup back home in Ottawa a few weeks later.

There was a big party planned in the ice arena Scott and I played hockey in when we were younger. All of our old hockey buddies and their families came out to congratulate Scott and have a chance to touch the Stanley cup. After his entrance with the cup, Scott handed it to me. I was a little surprised, but I did not hesitate to lift the trophy over my head and give it a kiss, like the team does the night they win the championship. They say it weighs 35 pounds except when you're lifting it over your head. It truly is quite heavy, and I think I would have embarrassed myself had I not been spending all those extra hours at the gym lately. Scott later explained to me that he presented the cup to me, before we put it on display for people to take pictures with, because it had always been our dream to play in the NHL and win the Stanley cup, and now 'we' had done it.

"Maybe the Riveters will win the Isobel cup," he suggested, hopefully not joking. Since there were only four teams in the NWHL, we had a 25% chance of winning it. However, the way we had been playing lately, it seemed like our chances were much less than that. Playoffs were still a month away, so we had time to turn things around.

By the time the season ended, Harry would just be finishing up filming Dunkirk, and then heading off to Jamaica. He wanted me to come with him, but what would I do? Hang out on the beach? Partake in some 'extracurricular' Jamaican activities? Probably not the second one (though I would try it if offered), but could I actually just hang out on the beach and chill for two months while Harry worked on his album? Maybe I'll get a job, or do something productive like learning a new language.

I pushed these thoughts out of my head and tried to enjoy the party. As the night wound down, Scott and I left with some of our high school friends to get a drink (many drinks, actually), and we stayed out pretty late.

"It's crazy to think it's been almost seven months since we were last here and you convinced me to get back into hockey again." I smiled at Scott. "Now look where we are."

"And it's been seven months since you admitted to mom and dad you were dating Harry, and it took nearly that long for us to get to meet him," Scott reminded me.

"Ugh, you know he's busy," I rolled my eyes and looked back into my empty glass, contemplating if I should have another.

"That's not what he said when he surprised us with a trip to see you play in your first game."

"Oh really? Then what did he say?" I asked as I signaled the bartender for another drink.

"That he was dying to meet us, and you had put off calling mom and dad for months." Scott answered.