𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 °𝑳.𝑺° ✔︎

5

That night I was three blocks from my apartment again, also known as the soccer field.

Tomlinson was back and that made my heart skip a beat, he's just incredible. Maybe this all sounds very strange and I don't get it too well myself, but his appearance just makes my day.

I'm not a creep or anything, if you thought that. Normally I never take pictures of people without permission and usually I photograph landscapes or other things, not even people.

But Tomlinson is different, really unique. Everyone is unique in their own way, but Tomlinson has something, something I can't seem to put my finger on.

As I expected, he was wearing a different outfit and they had a match. The bandana was out of his hair this time, dropping his hair in front of his eyes, but his blue eyes were still visible. You have to, you can't play football if you don't see anything...

I wondered how old he was, he seemed to be about the same age as me. It will be around 20 I think, aka my age.

I sighed and told myself to talk to him tomorrow if he would be back, but I didn't thought he would be, after all, the game is over by then and the next one would probably be next week.

I decided not to think about it and enjoy the game, cheering the loudest when Tomlinson scored...