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We can do 12 if that's the one you want to do! And do you want it to be mxm or mxf??
Awesome that's how I wanted to do it as well (: would you rather be the water boy or the athlete? I'm fine being the more dominant one of you prefer submissive.
Sure! Yeah I like the idea of them being college aged (: and I was thinking maybe soccer?
I don't need anything detailed (: my format usually looks something likeName:
Nickname:
Age:
DOB:
Place of Birth:
Appearance:
Height:
Eye Color:
Dinstinct marking(s):
Brief History:
Other:
It's alright, Ayden is great! I looked up the guy and I must say, he's very attractive :P
Name: Harry James TommoNickname(s): Haz, Tommo, Toms
Age: 19
DOB: December 26
Place of Birth: Portsmouth, England
Appearance:
(view spoiler)
Height: 6’3
Eye Color: Green
Distinct Marking(s): (view spoiler)
Both tattoos were the results of drunken, lost bets.
Brief History: Harry’s first fourteen years of life were spent in England. He was an only child, born to two athletes Anne and James Tommo. Anne was a highly competitive horse show jumper while James was a professional football (soccer) player for Manchester United in England. When Harry was thirteen, his mum was killed in a freak horse accident. She had been in Germany at the time, trying out a horse she was interested in, when the horse reared up and fell on top of her. As the horse was standing up, he missed his footing, coming right down on Anne’s head. By that point, Harry’s father had already retired from playing professional football. Unable to cope with the loss of his wife, he relocated Harry and himself to America, for a new start. Harry has been playing football practically since he could walk, it also helps that he has one of the greats as a father. Harry is attending university based on a scholarship since he grades weren’t exactly up to standard in high school.
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Sure! I'll just start with them at practice, is that okay?
Harry didn't mean to wake up late, be really didn't. His alarm clock hadn't gone off that morning, the morning of the teams first practice. It was his roommate who had finally woken him. Harry got ready as quickly as he could of, even taking a shower despite the fact he was only going to practice. He was even brushing his teeth as he shoved things into a duffel back, ignoring how his roommate was laughing at him. "Shut up," he mumbled due to the tooth brush in his mouth. Of course his friend did just the opposite. Harry went back into the little bathroom, spitting, riding his mouth, and then rushing out of the bathroom.
"I'll catch ya later?" Harry called, pulling the door shut. From there he jogged all of the way out to his car. Harry had a nice car, that's for sure. It was a brand new black Audi A4 and aside from his dog back home, it was his pride and joy. It helps when daddy has deep pockets. Harry sped off to the practice fields as he was putting his seatbelt on. He was late, he was so late. "Goddammit," he muttered as he swerved into a parking spot. He did an awful parking job, but he couldn't care less at the moment. Harry grabbed the duffel back from the passenger seat, basically sprinting into the locker room.
It was empty, that was to be expected since practice started about half an hour ago. He stripped quickly, changing into his practice uniform. The uniforms were pretty impressive looking. For practice they had all white uniforms and for games they had all black uniforms. It was much better than the high school uniforms, which were always used and smelt like sweat no matter how many times you washed them. Harry pulled his jersey over his head. It had the number 26 on the back along with the last name 'Tommo'. On the front was the university name and a C, for captain. It was his sophomore year and he was already chosen for captain. Harry knew it was because of his dad, but he got over it. He's captain.
Harry jogged out onto the field. "Harry! How nice of you to join us," the coach said, giving him a look. "If it happens again you're getting fined," the coach told him, flatly. Harry cast him one of his charming smiles. "Talk to my dad about it." You would be surprised how many times that has come out of Harry's mouth. He doesn't even particularly get along with his dad that well, his dad doesn't even know he's gay. But to be fair, no one knows Harry is gay.
"Just give me three laps," the coach told him.
The three laps were fairly easy and they have Harry a nice little warmup. Coach put him into the scrimmage that was currently going on, watching all of the players closely. Their first game would be that upcoming Saturday, and the coach needed to decide who would be starting and who would be bench warning for the first half of the game. The coach was a pretty intense guy, which is why he was the coach for one of the best college soccer teams in the country. He had the boys' respect. Hardly anyone ever questioned his authority. But he was also a fair guy, who genuinely cared about the boys. Maybe that's why he had their respect. The moment the water break was called, all play halted as a mass of sweaty bodies came jogging over to the bench. The guys were grabbing whatever cups they could get their hands on. Harry simply held out his hand for a cup, not bothering to make any obnoxious or rude remark towards the Water Boy like some of the others were doing. A lot if these guys may be in their early twenties, but most of them acted like routy teenagers. Harry was usually more serious when it came to this sport. He didn't engage in pointless conversations, mostly he just kept to himself and his own thoughts. In the locker room at games and practices, however, Harry was one of the loudest ones in there. In the locker room he didn't pretend to act all high and mighty, he just acted like another one of the guys.
Harry remembered the Water Boy from tryouts. His name began with an A. Something like Andrew or... No, it was Ayden. He hadn't been bad at all, and Harry was surprised he didn't make the team. There were a lot of good players trying out this year, and it was tough to stand out. Last year, Harry's freshman year, had been similar to this year. There were also a lot of good seniors on the team last year. But they were now long gone and graduated now, some playing pro others while other led normal lives. Harry was curious to see how the team turned out this year. At tryouts, occasionally Harry would go and stand with the coach, giving his input on a few players.
Harry crushed the paper cup in his hand once he chugged the water. He dropped the cup onto the grass, holding out his hand for another cup of water. Harry never teased Ayden, or really ever talked to him for more than a few seconds at a time. But that's doesn't mean he's the good guy. Harry never made any effort to stop the boys from bullying either. And they probably would listen to him, as well. Harry had direct contact to the coach. That kind of power earns respect from the other players. It also earns things such as jealousy, but the respect it all that Harry's after.
Harry mostly kept to himself during the break, occasionally adding a comment here and there to the other boys’ conversations. But that was about the extent of. Coach kept the second half of practice pretty easy. Mostly it was running drills and ball control drills. Neither of which Harry found particularly difficult. He’s been doing drills like these since he was eight years old. He knew damn well how to control a soccer ball and everyone else on the team did as well. No one else seemed bothered about the lack of difficulty, but Harry found it to be quite a waste of his time. And by the time practice ended he didn’t feel like he had achieved what he wanted to achieve. The coach kept his little speech afterwards pretty short. He mostly talked about their upcoming home game this weekend. It would be a tough game, so not exactly the ideal way to kick off the season. But of course he had to throw in “I’m confident you boys will be able to beat them if you work hard.” Harry rolled his eyes at that overused line. Every coach in history has said that. Almost as a way to get your team a little worried so they play their hardest. “Would you like to add anything, Captain?” The coach asked, looking at Harry. “I don’t think I can top your speech, Coach,” Harry told him, with his signature obnoxious smirk. His comment earned a few laughs from the other guys while the coach looked less than amused with the immaturity of the captain.
“On that lovely note,” the coach gave Harry another hard look, “Let’s go in.” The boys didn’t question it, they all just jogged off to the locker room, already starting to pull off their clothes. Harry stayed close to his locker, not bothering to shower at that moment. He took out his phone, texting back some people, checking up on his social media, all of those normal kinds of things. Harry could hear people teasing and poking fun at Ayden in the showers. Harry didn’t understand the amusement, but if that’s how they chose to blow off steam that’s up to them. Harry wasn’t going to interfere, there was no reason for him too. If it got bad enough the coaches would notice. That’s what Harry told himself, anyway, not bothering to question whether that was actually true or not.
After a while, the locker room started to empty out. The guys would shout goodbye to each other as they left the locker room. Harry stayed where he was, though, brushing off questions when the other guys asked who he was waiting on. He wasn’t really waiting on anyone, in particular. The guys didn’t question him any further about it, they just said that they would see him for the game or around campus. They also went out for team meals a lot. Harry liked most of the guys on the team. There were a few bitter seniors who were upset they didn’t get the captain title for their last year, but that’s not Harry’s problem. He didn’t give a crap if they didn’t like him having the position. Harry saw it as they didn’t work hard enough to earn it.
Basically everyone had left by the time Harry stood up. He grabbed a soccer ball from the basket, walking through the locker room to find who he was looking for. “Hey Water Boy,” he said. “Meet me on the field in five. You’re playing goalie,” Harry told Ayden, not caring that he probably already showered and changed. He wasn’t asking him to be goalie, he was telling him. Harry tossed the soccer ball at him. He turned around, not waiting to see whether Ayden caught the soccer ball or if it just hit him instead. “You better not keep me waiting.”
Coach didn’t approve of extra practicing, but once again, Harry didn’t care. He was used to playing for many more hours in a day, growing up. In England he played for three club teams, which resulted in going to about two practices a day, depending on how the schedule turned out. Once he moved here, he played for his high school team and an intense travel club team. Again, he had two practices a day. He wasn’t content with today’s practice, so he took matters into his own hands. He would work on his penalty shots. He just needed someone in net. They didn’t even have to be a good goalie, just someone decent enough to block the easy shots.
When Harry made it to the field, he jogged over to the lights. He turned the lights dial, so the lights would stay on for another hour or so. Last season one of the seniors had taught Harry how to do it. This wasn't Harry's first time practicing after hours and it wouldn't be his last time. Last year, Harry had even gotten caught for his late night practices. But Harry knew he was basically untouchable. Coach wouldn't bench him from any important game. And if he did, well that would be a dumb ass move on his part. Last year the punishment he got was added laps after practice and the coach called his father. Like Harry was twelve or something. So really, Harry got off the hook pretty easily. He wasn't scared of the coach and he wasn't worried about what the coach would do to him. As Harry made his way back onto the field, he saw Ayden walking towards him. Harry knew he would come out. Well, he had a good feeling he would come out. If Harry were a nicer guy, he may have said thank you. But Harry wasn't much of a nice guy, that didn't mean he didn't appreciate Ayden coming out to help. It just meant he wasn't going to say anything about it. Ayden probably had places to be. Harry probably shouldn't be doing this either. He has an essay that's due tonight by midnight to some online turn it in site.
Harry isn't dumb. If someone were to have an actual conversation with him, they would find that's he's pretty intelligent. He has a genuine, individual opinion on a lot of topics. But his GPA says differently. In England, Harry didn't go to proper school. Rather he was part of a homeschooling/ virtual school program so he could play soccer for the two clubs he belonged to. Once he moved to America, Harry did attend public school. But he took four of his classes online, so he was only at actual school for half the school day. His father only had him enrolled in public school so he could be on the high school team and help get himself more exposed to college and club scouts. While he was meant to be doing online work, Harry was at another club's practice. He managed to finish all of his online classes, but he was simply overwhelmed with everything he had on his plate. When it came down to it, his dad didn't care about grades. He only cared about Harry's soccer playing. Harry went along with it.
"An hour. Give or take," Harry answered his question about how long I would take. He didn't care about the essay. He would just throw something together last minute, like he always ended up doing. Soccer rules this boy's life. Harry got the ball in the spot he wanted it, giving it a swift kick towards the goal. He did this repeatedly, then wait for Ayden to kick the ball back to him. Harry wasn't too concerned about getting the ball in the net. He was just aiming for anything on goal. Occasionally the ball would go in, occasionally Ayden would stop it. Harry was simply getting out some pre- game nerves. And how did he do that? By kicking the living daylights out of an inanimate object.
"Why? You got somewhere to be?" Harry asked after a few minutes. He didn't particularly care if he had somewhere to be, he was just starting conversation. If Ayden had somewhere to be, that wasn't Harry's problem. It couldn't have been too important if he agreed to come out here. Not that Harry had given him much of a choice on the matter. He just told him to come out, and now here they were. Harry didn't understand why the coach was so against extra practicing. Practice makes perfect, that's what Harry has heard his whole life. He's far from perfect, but he's gotten to his level for a reason.
As their little session went on, Harry came to realize this Ayden guy wasn't bad. He was actually pretty good. And considering goalie wasn't his normal position, at least that's what Harry assumed, he was doing well. "What the hell made you want to become water boy?" Harry asked, just as he kicked a ball towards the net. Kicking it hard, as always. Anyway, being a water boy didn't seem like the perks would outweigh the cons. During high school Harry had noticed the same thing. If you're going to be part of the team, don't be the water boy.
Harry figured Ayden would be smart. The fact that he want ed to get back to his dorm showed that he cared about school. Harry didn't bother to ask what he was majoring in. All Harry knew was they weren't majoring in the same thing. Or anything remotely close to the same thing because Harry didn't even see him around the same building. It was a big school and each department had their own building. Harry was majoring in sports psychology. He wasn't here to learn, though. He was here to play soccer. However, if soccer doesn't work out, his degree could help him get a coaching job of some sort. It's safe to say Harry was counting on soccer working out. He had no interest in becoming a coach.
Harry listened as the guy listed the befits about being the water boy. When you focused on the positives, it didn't seem like such a bad job. He would get practice time, still get to be a part of the team, travel with the team, and make a good impression on the coach for next year's tryouts. Any job can sounds good, though, of you only list the positive of it. But then you remember the reality of being the water boy. You're the teams punching bag, as he put it. Which is an accurate description of what it just be like. Not to mention you have to help with team laundry cleaning up the cups on the field. It didn't seem worth it to Harry, but he had trouble relating to the situation. "You put up with a lot of shit." Another kick.
Harry was satisfied enough with how he was playing. You quickly learn about Harry that he is a perfectionist. If he didn't play perfectly, he didn't play well enough. And obviously no one can have a perfect game, Harry included. He's the kind of player that picks apart every game, just pointing out his own flaws. This is part of the reason he gets somewhat nervous before a game. Harry never admits it out loud to anyone, he'll he hardly admits it to himself. But constantly beating himself up about his performance hasn't exactly helped him as a player. It just makes him push himself harder and harder. Sometimes to the point where it's unnecessary. Kind of like this extra session. Did he need to be out here? No. Why was he? He felt like he hadn't worked hard enough in the official practice.
It had probably just been over an hour, an hour and seven minutes if you want to be exact, when the lights on the field went out. Leaving Harry and Ayden in complete and utter darkness. Harry was quiet for a moment. "That's good enough for tonight," he said, as if they actually had an option whether they should keep playing or not. Harry have one last kick of the ball, in the direction of the net. He kicked it softer this time, and lower, so it had less of the probability of hitting Ayden. Harry didn't feel like carrying the ball in himself which is why he kicked it back.
"See you game day," Harry said, before jogging off towards the lights of the locker room building. He didn't say a single thank you, but he didn't think that would matter. He wasn't mean to him and that showed his thanks enough. Harry took a quick shower before changing into a clean seat of clothes. He tossed his practice uniform into a laundry basket before grabbing his stuff and heading out to where his beautiful car was parked in the parking lot.
((Feel free to skip to the game day if you want :P unless you want to respond to this and then I can skip during my next post. Up to you!! And I think this game will be the one Harry gets injured in so then they can start their cute physical therapy sessions together and whatnot :P is that okay with you?))
Game day had been an early start for Harry. The game wasn’t until 11 am, but he was up by 7. This almost always happens, despite that Harry sets an alarm for 9 am. But there’s not really any point for the alarm because Harry always woke up early and he could never fall back asleep. He accepted it. So he got out of his warm bed and got ready for the day. Harry left his dorm in a pair of shorts and some random school t-shirt. With all of this time to kill, why not spend it doing something useful? So Harry did what he always did, he went to go practice.The practice fields were empty, just as Harry guess they would be. He just stuck to doing more penalty, but this time there was no one in net. Harry changed positions of the ball every few kicks, just to keep things interesting. Harry never killed himself in practices before games. What would that help? He just did it to warm himself up a bit, that’s all. It was about 10 by the time Harry left the fields. He wasn’t surprised when the locker room doors were unlocked. He took a quick shower before changing into his uniform for the actual game. Harry grabbed his things and made his way back out to the parking lot. The practice fields were only for practicing, they played their games at a different field on the other side of the large campus. Harry stayed in his car for a moment, running his left thumb over his bottom lip. He wasn’t really thinking, just kind of zoned out.
And by 10:15 Harry was parked in the player’s parking lot. He walked into the locker through the designated ‘players and staff’ entrance. A lot of the team was already present, pulling on their uniforms and cleats. Harry kicked off the shoes he was wearing, replacing them with his cleats. “Your dad coming?” one of the boys, Javi, asked. “No,” Harry said, not looking up from his shoe as he tied his laces. “He’s in England or something,” he muttered, not wanting to talk about his dad. Growing up, Harry got asked about his father more than you might believe. And even now, people ask him so many questions. Harry hates it.
“Did you ask him?” another player, Liam, asked. Liam was a lot like Harry in some ways. Liam’s dad played for the American soccer team. Harry liked Liam, they could relate on a lot of things. The big difference between them and their families, though? Liam had a big family who came to every game. Harry only had his father who never came to any of the games. “No,” Harry lied flatly. He had attempted to call his dad earlier that week, probably on Tuesday or Wednesday. At first his dad’s manager had picked up the phone, almost hanging up until Harry explained that he was trying to talk to his dad. When Harry finally got through to his father, it went like most of their phone calls did. An awkward greeting, an awkward ‘how are you’, and then it ended with Harry’s disappointment about his father’s absence.
Last season Harry’s dad did attend their end of the season banquet. Family members, players, and anyone part of the team was invited. It had taken a lot of convincing, but Harry got his dad to come. It went well and bad all at the same time. It went well because his dad engaged in small talk with most of the other plays, who were very impressed that they were talking to someone in the Soccer Hall of Fame. It went badly because Harry’s dad missed most of the actual banquet, due to a phone call. He even missed Harry getting appointed as captain for the next season. Harry wasn’t surprised. Business comes first, it always comes first. His dad’s excuse had been ‘they were offering me a great coaching job for Manchester United’ but Harry hadn’t been very interested. Why should he be?
The coach came out of his office, five minutes before the game. He gave a few encouraging words, and even Harry got in front of the team, giving them a last few supportive comments, like a captain should do. Then they all walked out onto the field. The stands were pretty full, which wasn’t too surprising. Soccer was taken seriously at this school. Harry looked around at the crowd, not looking for anyone in particular, he was just looking. Once he was focused on the game again, he participated in the easy team warmup, just ready for the game to start. And ten minutes later, the game did start, as soon as Harry shook the other captain’s hand and the referee blew his whistle.
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The first half of the game was interesting, despite the scoreboard saying 0-0. Both teams were playing good soccer, and there were chances for both sides to score and take the lead. Everyone seemed to be on their game. Harry had played for a minor league team in England over the summer, which helped to keep his own skill up. He was playing well, making good passes and making good shots. Despite his and team's efforts the scoreboard remained tied at nil. They had just taken their break for halftime when the game took an unexpected turn. One of Harry's teammates had managed to intercept a pass from the other team, and there was a change of momentum as our team made it down to the opposing team's end. The player passed to Harry, who was in perfect scoring position. With one swift kick to the upper left corner, the game was turned to 1-0. As soon as the ball came off of Harry's foot, a player from the opposing team slid into Harry, kicking him into the ground. Harry landed fine, right on his bum, so that wasn't the problem. The problem was the guy had slid hard into Harry's left foot, which is his dominate foot, causing his knee to take the impact of the hit. The pain was immediate. Harry slowly laid back on the grass, his hand covering his face, without looking at his knee. Harry isn't the kind of player to embellish, like a lot of soccer players do. If he gets knocked down, he gets up. This wasn't the case now, however. And his teammates noticed. The crowd eventually noticed to, when they realized their team wasn't celebrating the goal.
Liam was almost instantly at his side, talking to him. "Help me up, mate," Harry said, starting to try and sit up on his own. "You're not standing up," Liam said, looking at Harry like he was crazy. "What do you-" Harry cut himself off. Once he was back into a sitting position he got a look at his left knee. It was pretty graphic and disturbing, honestly. His knee had been completly dislodged from its socket, and it looked like his knee cap was actually on the side if his leg. His leg was bent painfully due to the injury.
"Baker get Coach," Liam said, addressing one if the players by their last name, as he stared at Harry's knee. It was as if looking at it made it even more painful. Harry was gripping into whatever he could, hard, as if that would help the pain. He was holding into his own jersey with one hand, while the other gripped Liam's shoulder. Nothing looked or felt right about his knee, nothing at all. A lot of the teammates had started to gather around, staring at their captain's injury.
"What the hell is Tommo doing? The kid already got a red card!" The coach was pacing now, oblivious to the fact Harry was hurt. He simply thought Harry was making a scene to get the opposing player in trouble for sliding into him. That's when the Baker kid jogged up. "Coach Harry's knee is fucked up." The Coach gave Baker a hard look. "What do you mean?!" He was obviously frustrated they were holding up the game that much. And that's when he saw Harry standing. Harry basically had all of his weight on Liam, who was supporting his left side. Gasps and yells from the crowd could be heard as Harry's limp leg and twisted kneecap came into view. The look on Harry's face made it even more obvious he was in a lot of pain as he made his way slowly off the field.
"Get a paramedic," Coach demanded at some of the extra staff.
"He's not going to want a stretcher," Baker said.
"What? Why? He can barley walk!" The coach demanded.
"Pride, Coach," Baker said with a shrug. But that seemed to be a good enough answer.
"Get the paramedics to meet him in the locker room," Coach said, his tone harsh and urgent. His face softened as he looked at the team's Captain who was pathetically trying to make his way off the field.
"Ayden, when he gets over here, help him into the locker room," The coach told Ayden. They lost their star player and he couldn't afford to give up Liam either. Liam would have to keep playing.
It took a few more minutes, but Harry was finally on the sidelines. "Liam, you're going back in," the Coach said.
"But Coach-"
"Don't be stupid, Liam. Go," Harry said. It wouldn't be fair for Liam to miss any playing time because of him. Liam gave Harry a sympathetic look as he adjusted his arm around Harry's waist.
"Ayden take him," the Coach said.
Liam helped Harry get his arm around Ayden's shoulder and then get Ayden's arm around Harry's waist. He patted Ayden on the shoulder before rubbing Harry's back for a moment. "I'm playing for you, buddy," Liam said, jogging back out to the field.
Harry basically had most of his weight on Ayden, but he was in too much pain to try and adjust it. "Get him to the locker room," were the Coach's final words.
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The crowd clapped as Harry limped off the field with Ayden, like every crowd seems to do with every injured player who makes it off the field. Harry was moving at a slow pace, every step he took sent shooting pain up his leg. It was a relief to be back in the locker room, where he could sit down and get off of his feet. Based on what the Coach said, Harry assumed there would be paramedics in the locker room. Anything was better than getting on a stretcher, that’s for sure.Harry has been injured playing soccer before. A concussion, a few rolled ankles, but never a dislocated knee. He didn’t know what the recovery would be like or even how they were going to fix it. Harry kept his arm around Ayden’s shoulders until they got to a mat in the locker. From there, Harry tried his best to ease himself onto the mat. It wasn’t a particularly graceful landing, but that wasn’t exactly the main concern at that moment. Harry dared another at his knee. It was already starting to look swollen, just from the very minimal walking they had just did.
Harry pulled his gaze away from his knee once he heard Ayden start talking. Harry doesn’t know much about medical stuff, either. He didn’t know what would help or make it worse. “Uhm… Maybe ice?” It was starting to look swollen and ice helps with swelling, that’s basically the extent of what Harry knows. He was always given ice after he rolled or twisted an ankle, so that was the best shot for now until the paramedics show up. Which shouldn’t be too long for now. They almost always have paramedics waiting at every sporting event. A bunch of young guys running around and knocking into each other always seems to end in some sort of accident.
Once Ayden returned with the ice, Harry took it from him. He was in a bit too much pain to even think about saying thanks. He hesitated a moment, not really wanting to touch his knee in case of making it hurt worse, but he eventually pressed the ice to his knee. He made a soft, breathy sound at the sudden contact of the cold ice. The new pressure on his knee didn’t feel too great either. Harry tried to focus on anything other than his injury. The crowd outside was getting pretty loud and already Harry was feeling bitter. He should be playing.
It wasn’t long after that two paramedics came in. They didn’t have any trouble finding Harry and Ayden. One kneeled down next to Harry, removing the ice from his knee and setting it to the side. Even he looked a little shocked at the state of his knee. Harry practically shouted in pain as they tried to pop his knee back into place. It was so bad Harry was nearly on the verge of tears from all of the burning pain. “There must be some torn tissue or something, it’s not going in correctly,” said one of the paramedics. Then they started talking about the possibility of surgery among themselves. Harry was barely listening to what they were saying, he would just stare at his knee. Although not completely in the socket, it wasn’t on what looked to be the side of his leg anymore. At least it was a little more normal looking now.
Harry could feel his heart sink as they mentioned taking him to the university hospital. If it wasn't obvious before, it certainly was now. They wouldn't be taking him to the hospital if this was something minor. His knee was in pretty bad shape. Harry had been hopeful that his knee simply looked worse than it actually was and that they could just pop it back into place, Harry would take a few days off, and then he would be back at it. Those hopes were shot down almost immediately, though. The short ride to the hospital was spend in silence. Harry felt a little bad that Ayden was being dragged into this. But for once, Harry didn't want to be alone. Having anyone there was good enough company, whether Harry talked to them or not. Because facing what was about to happen alone didn't seem too appealing. Well, facing this whole situation didn't seem appealing at all, no matter how many people were by your side. Because in the end, it would be Harry in the operation room as they cut open his knee and fixed whatever needed fixing.
Once in the actual hospital room, Harry stayed on the little bed he was instructed to sit on. He didn't bother laying down, he didn't want to. His legs hung off the bed, and occasionally he was give his left leg an experimental little swing. There was still intense pain whenever he moved it or put pressure on it. He had a feeling those paramedics trying to push it into place only did more harm than good. And at this point, Harry knew he wasn't going to be playing for a bit. He tried accepting it, but he just couldn't. How could he? This is basically his whole life. Even taking it away for a few weeks is a brutal punishment. Especially for something that wasn't Harry's fault.
"Do you know if the team won?" Harry eventually asked Ayden, breaking the silence. Harry had forgotten his phone in his dorm room that morning, and had no way of contacting any of the guys or looking it up on the university website. Harry didn't know if Ayden even had his phone in the first place. This whole last minute trip to the hospital wasn't exactly planned and it is quite likely that he had also forgotten his phone. Harry just wanted to know how the guys did. Just proof that he's almost always thinking about his sport.
An actual doctor came in after what seemed like a few hours if waiting. A few nurses had come in to take X- Rays but no information was really given regarding Harry's knee. "Alright, Harry, we looked at the X-Rays and there is some obvious damage," the doctor said, calmly, as he jumped germ x onto his hands. "We're going to need to operate," Harry's face went from almost hopeful to completely defeated. "We can have a room ready tonight and just get it done and over with."
"How long will I be out?" Harry asked, still unable to believe surgery was the only possible way to heal his knee.
"The surgery takes about-"
"No," Harry cut him off. "How long do I have to stop playing for?" He asked, impatiently.
"Two, maybe three months, doe ending on how quickly everything heals," the doctor said, as if it were no big deal.
To Harry, though, it was obviously a big deal.
The surgery itself went well. Great, even. The doctor managed to repair the torn tissue and muscles without any complications. His knee looked like it was back in place, but it was still a little swollen and quite tender to the touch, and now had a black brace on it. Harry was wheeled back into the room later that night, still under the anesthesia. When he first woke up the best morning, he was quite disoriented, not sure where he was or what had happened. But the soreness of his knee reminded him and he slowly remembered that he was in the hospital. He looked around the room, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. That's when he saw Ayden, asleep in the chair that looks about as comfy as sleeping on concrete. He had stayed through the whole night?Harry didn't wake up Ayden or anything, not yet. He probably didn't sleep very well so letting him get all of the sleep that he could was in his best interest. Around 9 am Liam stopped by the hospital room, greeting Harry with a big smile and an affectionate gentle shake of him shoulder. Liam only stopped by for a few minutes, he had breakfast planned with his family. Liam had thought ahead and stopped by Harry's dorm room to grab his phone for him, which Harry was grateful for and had also dropped his car car off. Like most people, Harry doesn't like going without his phone for more than a couple hours at a time. Right before Liam left, he only confined that they had lost yesterday but it was okay because they would "get them next time" and with that, Liam really did have to go.
His phone was basically blown up from notifications of all sorts. He had text messages, calls, voicemails, snapchats, twitter notifications, Instagram notifications, they seemed to go on forever. Harry started by responding to the text messages from the guys, asking how everything went. He told them he was fine but had to get surgery. Harry then answered to some of his friends who didn't play soccer, but had seen the game or at least heard about what happened. Harry noticed a text message from his dad's manager.
You alright? -Dad
He hadn't even bothered to send it from his own goddamned phone. Harry didn't bother responding, he would deal with it later.
A nurse came in a while later, with crutches. While Harry figured out how to use them, the nurse explained he would need to do some physical therapy once his knee was healed enough. After a few more instructions, Harry was given the okay to check out. Once the nurse was gone, Harry changed back into the clothes he was in before, which happened to be his uniform. Before the surgery they had him change into one of those ridiculous hospital outfits. It was a struggle, but Harry managed to get the uniform back on. He then used his crutches to get over to Ayden, who was still asleep in the chair. "Bloody things," Harry muttered as he struggled to balance on the crutches. He shook Ayden's shoulder, trying to wake him. "Hey, I'm all set to go," Harry told him, not wanting to just leave considering he had spent the whole night. "Do you, um, need a ride?" Harry asked, running his hand over the back of his neck, awkwardly.
((I'll try and reply today! I've been so busy, sorry for the wait!))
Harry nodded as Ayden accepted the ride he had offered him. And then Ayden stood up, so that their faces weren't far apart. Harry probably only had about two inches on the guy, so they were basically eye level. Harry maintained eye contact for only a moment before dropping his gaze. For such a seemingly confident guy, Harry really wasn't good with eye contact with periods of time. He cleared his throat, again being kind of awkward about it, and then used his annoying crutches to help him back up just a little bit. That way they each had their personal space. "Yeah I think so," Harry said, patting his pocket for his phone and keys. Just as Harry was about to head towards the door, a nurse came in. She had papers in her hand, which Harry assumed were for him. He began to reach for them a bit, but the nurse never handed them to him, rather she handed them to Ayden. Harry immediately looked confused, and he stared at the nurse. As she continued to talk, she only started to make less and less sense. What, did she expect Ayden to drive him around? Harry opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say to this clueless nurse, but he couldn't think of anything.
The nurse finally left the room, and Harry glanced at Ayden. "What? Does she think we're fucking dating?" Harry didn't know how she got that idea in her head. Did Ayden say something to her last night? Probably not. If anything, Ayden was getting kind of screwed over by this whole situation as well. Harry reached over, taking the papers from Ayden. He wasn't rough about it but it wasn't like he was particularly gentle either. He quickly scanned over the papers, and it was obvious that he was beginning to look upset by the whole situation. Sure enough, there were two notes. One excusing him from classes and the other excusing him from soccer. He messily folded up the papers, shoving them into his pockets.
"Ready?" Harry asked Ayden. The sooner they could leave the better. Harry barely waited for an answer before exiting the hospital room. He was still getting a hang of the crutches and therefore moving along pretty slowly. Not to mention, it was fairly tiring using the crutches. Harry hated them with a passion already.
Outside it was pretty cool, but nothing too uncomfortable. Liam had parked Harry's car almost directly in front of the hospital so it wasn't hard to find. Once close enough to his car, Harry took out his keys and unlocked the car. He opened the trunk of the car, shoving his crutches back there. He didn't keep much in the back of his car so it was easy to fit the crutches. He closed the trunk door with more force than was probably necessary. He then limped over to the drivers side door, easing himself in, despite the fact that the nurse had told him to keep his weight off of his bad knee under all circumstances. Screw that.
The interior of the car was very nice. There were nice, heated black leather seats and everything was quite high end. It helps having a rich dad to buy expensive crap like this car. It still smelt like a new car, along with a hint of cologne. Harry shoved the key into the ignition, putting on his seatbelt as he waited for Ayden to get in.
2. During the day, Girl A and Girl B are the picture perfect daughters, they’re Daddy’s little princesses by day. However, they aren’t as perfect as everyone makes them seem. Both girls are no strangers to local parties and bars. They sneak out late at night and often get in trouble without their father knowing. The night was going pretty well. Guy A and Guy B are new in town. They are the classic example of a dad’s worst nightmare for his daughters. The girls run into them at the town's annual block party. One thing leads to another and Girl A and Girl B find themselves way too interested by these two new guys. Possible pregnancies, drug addictions, run ins with the cops, ect. How will the girls’ father react to this? {this doesn’t need to be doubles}
3. Guy A and Girl A would never talk while actually at school. Neither comes from a great home life, there are a lot of drugs, alcohol, abuse, and fighting involved in both households, which is tough on both kids. They also happen to be neighbors. Outside of school, they’re pretty good friends. They tell each other everything because they know the other will understand. They’ve also had a few hook ups here and there, but nothing there’s nothing too romantic about their relationship. As their luck only seems to get worse, the two become closer. They talk about things like running away together, whether they actually do it or not is up to us.
4. Girl A is in rehab for self harm and bulimia. Guy A is in rehab for attempted suicide. Both of them are very messed up and during their endless help groups and group therapy sessions, the two have an interest in one another. They continue to bond throughout rehab and make plans to keep in touch outside of rehab, If they ever manage to heal enough to get out.
5. So this is kind of like The Fault in Our Stars. There's Guy A (in his early twenties) whose only real family member is his grandmother. She has stage four brain caner, and passes away. They guy, obviously distraught, is in the hospital cafeteria after her death, and that's when he meets Girl A. Girl A has cancer. Whether it be terminal or not, she's been given a wish by the Make a Wish foundation. Her wish is to travel the world. And while her doctors determine whether she is healthy enough to do this, Girl A and Guy A start talking, and eventually become friends. She invites him to travel the world together. They make a crazy bucket list and travel the world together, eventually falling in love and all of that cutesy stuff.
6. A young married couple. They got married right out of high school, despite the disapproval from both families. Everyone knows that most young marriages don't last. And yes, these two have their problems (fighting, not much money, ect) but they make it work most of the time. So there's a lot of flexibility in this plot. Maybe they could be trying to have kids, or maybe they already have a young toddler and another on the way, and we just roleplay out their normal lives, adding drama where it's necessary.
7. I also like the idea of having a group of friends (so we might have 2-4 characters each) and they are college aged and they just do a bunch of crazy, fun, drunken things. Maybe they get in trouble with the police, relationships form between some of the friends, sex, drugs, whatever we can possibly think of :P
8. Girl A's boyfriend committed suicide. It was sudden, traumatic, and sad. The girl is in a state of shock and depression, unable to believe he is gone. Guy A was the suicidal boys best friend. He feels guilty for his best friends death because he wasn't able to help him out more. Girl A and Guy A know each other already, but they start talking once again at the funeral for their lost loved one. Over time, feelings between the two develop as they bond through their sadness and as they try to keep the fallen boy's spirit as alive as they can.
9. And I'm also obsessed with military people coming home recently. So maybe a soldier coming home to his baby who he has never met. And maybe he has PTSD from the war and stuff.
10. Guy A is accused of murdering three women. Rather than plead for innocence, his lawyer plead insanity in court. Guy A is not insane and he is not a murderer. He's not a good guy, but he did not murder those three women. Girl A works at the mental institution Guy A is sent to. At first, she is nervous around him. Who wouldn't be? He's a murderer, right? But as she gets to know him (maybe she is assigned to be his therapist or something) she begins to become more and more doubtful that he committed that crime. So, Girl A decides to try and help him escape the mental institution, along the way they fall in love and all of that cutesy stuff. We could throw in some bumps along the way. Like maybe Girl A gets thrown into the mental, illegally, because the warden finds out what they are trying to do. Or things like the mental institution is practicing illegal things on the patients. We can go a few ways with this (:
11. Guy A and Girl A have a mutual friend, Girl B. Girl B ran away two days ago. Guy A and Girl A are worried about their friend, but they don't start actually doing anything until they start to find hints and clues that Girl B may have left for them. They go on a wild road trip around the country, looking for their lost friend. Along the way, they find something more than their friend. They find love. (Lmfao sorry that's cheesy)
12. (I see this being more of a mxm, but we could make it work mxf as well) Guy A is the star athlete of the school (or pro athlete/college athlete depending on the ages we want to use). Guy B tried out for the team, but simply wasn't good enough. So, wanting to still be a part of the team, Guy B asks the coach if there is any way he can help out. So the coach tells him that he can be the water boy. Being the water boy isn't an easy job considering the rest of the team bullies you and teases you. But, Guy B was willing to go through the torture to help the team out. But secretly, Guy B has a crush on guy A. Guy A doesn't get involved in the bullying of Guy B, but he doesn't do anything to stop it either. When Guy A gets injured in a game, Guy B is assigned to help him with his physical therapy, and the two start to get to know each other a little better and eventually start dating. (I don't care what sport we use, Football, Hockey, Soccer, Basketball, Lacrosse, ect)
13. Girl A and Guy A are on the FBI's Top Ten most wanted list. The couple travel around the country, committing crimes such as bank robbery, murder, and vandalism. But they aren't all bad. In fact, they do bad things for good causes, but that isn how the police see it. So this role play would involve the couple running around the country, avoiding police, and possibly doing some gory crimes.
14.A band roleplay.
15. Two teenagers are both single parents, with different situations, the girl has no support, and has dropped out of school to take care of her little girl and to work her full time job, while the boy stayed in school, his parents helping support him. The boy and girl meet one day, while dropping their toddlers at daycare, the toddlers bond, while their parents flirt, and a relationship blossoms.