DEFENCE // LARRY STYLINSON // LOUIS TOMLINSON

15.

"Tommo down the left" Liam calls out from down the edge of the side line.

I quickly flash my gaze down to him to see that he's open and take the opportunity to dart around the 2 opposing players coming in my direction.

The ball glides effortlessly parallel along the side line and reaches Liam's awaiting foot.

"Go Payno!" I scream as he immediately changes directions and runs full belt down toward our goal. Harry and Zayn are running with him to offer support.

There's only 10 minutes remaining in the final match of the year, the final match of my entire high school life, and to be honest, I didn't know whether I would ever play again. We were currently down by 2, so we really needed a miracle in these next 10 minutes. If this was going to be the last game I ever played, I was sure as hell going to win it.

There were another three guys chasing Liam down and Niall immediately caught my gaze, both of sharing the same worry in our eyes.

"HARRY! behind you on the left!" Niall calls out to warn him.

Harry immediately stops following Liam and goes directly to mark one of the players.

Liam picks up his speed and is only meters away from the goal when he decides to take the shot. We all hold our breath in anticipation as he uses all his force to boot for the top right corner of the net.

The goalie dives in the direction of the ball and it clips off his fingertips and pushes it back out of the goal, I suck in another breath but widen my vision when I see Zayn connecting his foot with the rebounded ball and hurling it into the bottom left corner.

Going straight in.

YES!!!

The entire team go sprinting toward Zayn as Harry and Liam take him down, crash tackling him to the ground. We all jump on top of the human pile that's being formed next to the goals!

Now we are only 1 point behind with 7 minutes on the clock.

We can do this!

I finally reach the stack and jump on top, landing on a random body and cheering with my mates, my hand comes in contact with one of the team mates, I glance over to see my fingers held in between Harry's grasp.

I look at him as he looks at me and there's a moment of almost awkwardness between us.

He lets go the moment he realises who's hand he's trapped and offers a awkward smile. The teams cheering is drowned out by our momentary tension. He always had the ability to do this. Make himself the focus in my eye whatever room we were in. Bombs could be going off and I would ever see is him.

The team regathers their positions and we all know the mission at hand. One more goal, at least, is needed to tie and then we go to shoot out.

We can do this.

The other team starts and they attempt to get around our strongest defence line.

Harry manages to snag the ball and he's running full pelt up the middle, Niall and I are racing after him to keep up. Fuck that little shit is fast.

He takes the ball all the way up the field and manages to duck past all of their defence. It's just he and the goalie now, Niall and I there for numbers.

He flicks the ball up and bicycle kicks it sending it straight through the legs of the goalie.

The goalie stands there looking stunned that just happened. Looking up at Harry with his jaw opened. Harry being Harry just offers him the nice middle finger as well as a sarcastic smile.