And she spots him, a stuffed teddy bear smaller than him (if its even possible) held in one of his tiny little arms, legs waddling as quickly as they can towards her.
He stops a mere few feet away from Y/Ns sneakers that she slipped on in a hurry. She has her brothers computer resting in one arm, switching her bag of food she got him from one hand to the other before she bends down and ruffles Edwards hair.
But before he can respond, a woman does rushing in from the hallway behind him. Shes quite out of breath, a woman in her later 40s with a soft cotton top and baggy jeans.
“Edward, how many times must I tell you not to run away, you couldve been-“ She takes notice of Y/N, “Oh, hello.”
Y/N smiles at the woman, figuring she must be Edwards nanny and places her hand out to shake. When the woman grips her hand firmly she catches a glimpse of the watch on her wrist. Eyes widening a bit, she reminds herself to rush to deliver her laptop to her brother.
“Do you happen to know where media services is?” She politely asks the woman. She figures having wandered around, chasing after Edwards wouldve given the woman a good idea of where everything is.
“Its jus a story up, take those stairs right there and take a right, its right down the little hallway.”
She sits up on the bench, reaching around for her phone so she can excuse herself as quickly as possible
After Y/N rushes to hand her brother his lunch and his computer, to which he thanks her profusely, shes sat outside of the media room, too tired to rush home just yet. She hadnt gotten much sleep the night before and was sure she looked an absolute mess but didnt care enough at the moment. So she sat on the modern black bench atop of the shiny flooring of the stadium, half awake and half asleep as people walked by her busily.
She doesnt know how long its been, but shes awakened by the commotion of conversation approaching her. She assumes its just some noisy interns coming back from their break, but when her half open eyes focus on the end of the hallway, she sees half of the soccer team walking down the hall.
God, he probably thinks im a fucking stalker
Y/N immediately widens her eyes, remembering that her appearance is lazy at best. Untamed hair thrown up into a messy bun, cropped white shirt and sweatpants a size or three too large.
She looks over and its him. Of course its him. He looks a bit different, Y/N assumes its because of his hair, thats now gelled messily but together at the same time instead of being loose and tamed by the thick headbands he wears whilst on the field. His cheeks are pink as usual, nose scrunching up a bit in confusion as he awaits her response.
“My brother works here.” She blurts out quickly. Harrys teammates give him 
suggestive looks as they disappear into one of the media rooms on the end of the hall. He remains standing in front of her, wearing some sweatpants branded with the teams logo along with one of his many soccer t shirts.
“He forgot something, was dropping it off for him. I swear I wasnt stalking you or anything.” Y/N mentally curses herself, the distressed expression after her statement clearly giving away her own embarrassment at her own words.
