Harry glanced over at you, his expression thoughtful as he shifted slightly on the bench. “You ever think about the pressure that comes with this life?” he asked, his voice calm but carrying a weight to it. “Everyone expects you to be perfect—on the pitch, in front of the cameras, at all times.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “But here’s the thing no one tells you. The pressure doesn’t come from the fans or the critics—it comes from within. You push yourself, harder than anyone could ever expect, because you want to be the best. Because you want to prove something… not to anyone else, but to yourself.”

His gaze met yours, steady and unwavering. “And when you find someone who gets it? Who doesn’t judge you for the pressure you carry or the challenges you face? That’s when you know it’s worth it. That’s when you know you’ve found something real."