Diana

Chapter Twenty Three - DO or DIE

Previously

"Wait, I do get it, teamwork and all. But 5 against 11 professionals? Sounds a little impossible, no way more than a little- " Liam pointed out.

"Not unless we've got a few players as good as them on our team," Zayn winked.

"And how do we do that- Oh wait, I think I know who you meant," Louis said, it worked just like telepathy!

Match Day

Zayn's POV

I don't think anyone had practiced football as much as we did in the past two days. The schedule was simplistic. As there were only two days, we had to put as many hours as we should into practice.

I splashed ice cold water on my face to make me feel more energetic. Then I put on my jersey and marched out of the bathroom.

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The dressing room was full of people in small groups, discussing something.

"Okay, guys, A Small chat before we get on the field," Louis called out.

The other lads were on the other side of the room. I quickly walked over to them.

"As all of y'all already know, this match matters a lot to some of us. We think of it as a matter of death and life and none of us knows what will happen if we lose. So we HAVE TO WIN," Louis stressed as much as he can in the last few words.

"We will for my cousin, your friend, Diana," Ayden responded.

Louis continued, "I really should thank you, guys. We thought winning against The Men in Black - couldn't they search for a better name- was impossible. Thanks to Ayden and his mates for joining our team and y'all planted the seed of hope to win. Thanks to Zayn for such an amazing idea!"

"Yeah, Diana told me that Ayden was in India when- I mean, o-on the day she, umm, was kidnapped," I said with a low tone.

"Zayn, don't worry, we'll win," Harry reassured me, noticing me stammering. But I really don't know what will happen once we get on the ground.

There was a knock on the dressing room door. One of Ayden's friends, went to open, and there stood the MIB captain, Nathan. He was a dark-skinned, bulky, 6-foot dude.

He entered and walked towards Louis, without breaking eye contact with him. He leaned towards Louis and whispered, in the tone all of us could hear, "No personal issues if we kick one of your asses." He marched out of the room.

Was that a warning? Sure it is!

Third Person POV

It has been ten minutes since the match started. The stadium was well lit with lights, obviously. The stands were mostly One Direction fans and there were specks of the so-called MIB fans, just tiny little specks.

Fortunately, the crowd thinks that this is just a charity match, the lads didn't want their issue to be spilt. They had enough stuff to handle and didn't need media and everything else.

The green grass ground was shining. 'The men in black' jerseys played coolly. The red jersey team (they really didn't have time to think of a name, 'cause all they did was practice the last two days) were striving hard, but they knew if they lose this match, they'll lose a loved one too.

The ball was now with Harry, who played centre back, he then passed it to one of his teammates, Niall. He then dribbled a player and sprinted to the goal. A fine pass to Louis. Louis ran a few metres and lifted his leg to strike the ball to the goal. The ball travelled all the way to the top right corner. And it - had been stopped by the keeper. That was an excellent try by Louis, though.