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This is the second part of the Prolouge.
And for all who don't know. In England and other parts of the world football means soccer. So they're the same.
When I say football, think soccer
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Harry's POV
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"Here comes player ninety-four running down the field heading for the goal!" The soccer commentator screamed into the microphone.
"Harry Styles shoots... and he scores! Well done Styles!" The voice says as the crowds erupt and my teammates slap me on the back.
And the cheerleaders smile at me and some hug me.
(A/N The first person to comment why Harry's number is 94 gets a chapter dedication)
It was moments like this I was going to especially miss.
I don't want to transfer to another school. My life was perfect here. I was captain of the football team and I had endless amounts of friends.
The thing I dreaded most was that all of my friends always said they'd call me when I moved.
They said they'd hang out with me.
But I knew the truth. I knew that one day in the near future that 'Harry Styles' would be a distant memory.
Tonight was my last game.
On Monday I would be starting at my new school. It was only for one year then I plan on going to the University.
When I got home I was greeted my younger sister, Iea. She was laughing with my older sister Gemma who had decided to come visit us for the weekend and take a break from the University.
Gemma hugged me and mumbled "What's up little brother?"
"Nothing much big sis" I laughed.
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