Hero

Chapter 20

Harry's nerves are in tatters, but that thought actually makes him smile. He bounces from foot to foot, and watches as his team practiced hard for this championship game. Harry's eyes glance over to the empty stands where only Zayn, Louis, and a few other of his teammates girlfriends and boyfriend were at. Harry smiles at Zayn in his warm up jacket, and he sees Zayn wave back a bit.

After the events from last night, the couple decided that they were both being stupidly stubborn, and agreed on giving each other apology blow-jobs, and Harry ate Zayn out again as an extra 'I'm sorry'. So the next day when they walked into the school hand and hand, all their friends give them knowing looks and smirk.

"This is a strong team," the Coach says, interrupting the teams time practice. Everyone's attention shifts to the man, and coach just continues marking things off on his clipboard. Harry and Liam, exchange a look when they see a cupcake in coaches hand. "I need you to stay focused, I need you to stay alert. This is not going to be easy. United by team, driven by passion. That's what I want to see on the field! One team, one shared passion. Do not disappoint me," he mumbles through a big chunk of chocolate cupcake and cream-cheese icing.

"Team!" the team shouts before going back to what they were doing.

Harry took the time to sit on the ground, shirtless, toying with his jersey and tracing the number glued onto the familiar material. 9. It had been his number for as long as he could remember, just like Liam's had always been 23 and Niall's had been 11.

"Hazza?"

Harry looks up and smiles softly at his boyfriend. "Huh," he grunted noncommittally, trying to make it seem as if he weren't just driving himself crazy.

"How ya holding up, Tiger?" he says as he gets down and straddles his boyfriends lap. "You looked stressed."

"Are you sure you aren't Mary Jane?" Harry asked not letting the quote slip by.

"Say it again and I cut you."

Harry smiles and leans in and kisses Zayn's lips softly. They stayed like that for a while. Harry's hands on Zayn waist, occasionally rubbing soft circles on the skin with his thumb. Zayn's left hand tightly tangled in Harry's curls, while the right rested over Harry's bare chest. The kiss was soft and gentle, it only got slightly heated when Harry had bit on Zayn's bottom lip asking for access. But even then the kiss was gentle, as Harry only slowly licked his way into Zayn's mouth.

"Styles! Get your ass in the goal, and stop having sex on the field!"

Harry groans and rolls his eyes a bit at coach, but his eyes stayed on Zayn. He kisses his lips one more time, before he's letting Zayn stand up. Holding his hands up, he smiles when Zayn pulls him up until they were both standing. "You should go sit down before coach benches me."

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It was all so exhilarating for him. The lights, the grass, the summer air, the fans, the faces, and the smell of the concision stands food. And for some reason, he couldn't help but feel as if it were all passing in a daze.

They were winning half way through the first quarter.

0-1.

Harry was in fire in the goalie position, and he could tell by the chemistry from his teammates that this game was going to be in heir favour. Even in that case though, Harry was in full alert to everything. He couldn't let his guard down, and he wouldn't. Whether it was Niall and Liam up front with their amazing chemistry on the filed, or him in the goal, or the defenders, or midfielders, but they made three goals, and were currently fighting for a fourth.