<Coach Styles>

Fifty One-

Harry's POV:

When it was finally time to leave, Liv and Neely took plenty of pictures together, adding each other on every social media account they had. I was happy that they had become so close and I knew she'd be good to her. The drive back wasn't as long as it had been getting there, Neely slept through most of it, the warm breath coming from her nose creating a small foggy spot on the window.

Her hand lightly held mine and I couldn't help but smile every time she moved a little and made a noise. Eventually pulling into a parking spot, I sighed, looking over at her for what seemed the millionth time.

"Neels," I whispered, shaking her shoulder lightly. "Wake up, love. we're back." She slowly stretched, her eyes finally opening and she looked around.

"Sorry," she whispered.

"You're fine, babe. Let's get inside, it's cold," I chuckled. Opening my door and walking around the front of the car to open hers, she slowly stepped out, kissing my cheek softly before walking toward the trunk. Feeling warmth rush to my face, I couldn't help but grin. I was blushing, but it wasn't from the cold.

"Let me get it," I smiled, taking her duffle bag from her.

"S'okay. I got it," she shrugged, taking the strap from my hand. Walking toward the entrance, the doorman smiled at us and we quickly made it into the warmth of the lobby, our cold hands clasped together. It seemed like an eternity before the elevator finally came to a stop on Neely's floor. Stepping out, I followed behind her as she unlocked the door and stale air hit my nostrils.

"Hell sweet hell," she joked, flipping on the lights.

"It's not that bad," I laughed, hugging her from behind as she dropped her bag to the floor. Her hands gripped my arm that banded across her chest and her head fell against my shoulder.

"It's not with you here. Alone? It's awful," she sighed.

"I'm here with you now and that's all that matters." Kissing her temple, we just stood there for a few minutes in utter silence.

"I love you," she sighed.

"I love you."

"Do you wanna do something for dinner? Last time we cooked it was fun."

"We could have another dance party," I chuckled.

"We could. I think we have stuff to make chicken and rice or something."

"Alright Master Chef," I teased.

"More like Girl Almighty," she winked.

"I love that song. It puts me in the best mood and I always think of you when it comes on shuffle." Watching as she connected my phone to the wireless speaker, music started and we moved around the kitchen, beginning to cook.

Hearing the beginning chords of Tenerife Sea, I cleared my throat and continued to chop vegetables.

"All that you are is all that I'll ever need," she sang along.

"You have a beautiful voice," I beamed, finding myself blushing again.

"Unless it's in the shower, no. But thanks," she chuckled.

"You really do. Especially with that song."

"I have a surprising falsetto for such a large girl."

"I concur," I laughed, dumping the cutting board into the pan.

"Everyday is payday, swipe my card then I do the nae-nae."

"Why do you have this song?" she laughed, shaking her head.

"It's a good song to run to," I replied as she started to dance a little bit.

"This is a song I listen to when I get ready for a party or something. Pumps me up." Finishing cooking, her phone began to ring and he heavily sighed.

"Who is it, babe?" I asked, placing a piece of chicken on a plate.

"I'll be right back," she groaned. Turning down the music so I could hear, she sounded stressed.

"I told you I have a boyfriend," she snapped. "That means our arrangement is out the window. Jesus-fuck, how else can I explain it?"

"Don't throw that up in my face. I didn't know it was you-" Who the hell was she talking to?

"Seriously, stop. We're done." Hearing her footsteps coming back down the hall, I finished playing everything and she sighed again.

"Are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Just stressed."

"About what?"

"It's nothing, really."

"Talk to me," I urged calmly.

"Colby won't leave me alone," she sighed and I cleared my throat.

It's been 84 years guys. thank you for all the reads.

Much love and stay Heely af.