Generated on Mar 22, 2025, 6:18:15 PMgpt-4o-mini
After the game, all Harry wanted to do was go home, but I could see he was lost in thought. I wanted to celebrate, but I knew he needed some space. When I finally caught up with him at the park, I noticed he was just staring at the ground, deep in contemplation. I placed my hand on his shoulder, hoping to break him out of his reverie.
“Mate, can you not hear? I’ve been calling your name for like five minutes,” I said, trying to catch my breath. He looked at me, a bit surprised, and apologized for being lost in thought. I could tell something was bothering him, and I wondered if it was about me.
“I went to your match earlier, you did really good,” I mentioned, hoping to lighten the mood. His reaction surprised me; he seemed genuinely pleased that I had come. “Oh, did you?” he asked, and I could see a flicker of interest in his eyes.
“Yeah, I was in the front, with my sister,” I added, trying to gauge his reaction. I noticed a hint of disappointment in his expression when he realized he hadn’t seen me there. “I wish I did,” he said, smiling at me, and for a moment, I felt a connection.
Just then, I heard my sister calling for me. “LOUIS IT’S TIME TO GO!” I groaned, knowing I had to leave. “Ughh, it’s my sister, I have to go, bye Harry,” I said as I turned to run away. I glanced back to see him standing there quietly, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret as I left.
