Meltdown (N.H)

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Twenty minutes later, Niall was back.

He sat at his desk without saying a thing. Our desks are in front of each other, which makes us face each other the whole time. I looked at him, his expression didn't change.

"What are you looking at?" He asked with the same serious look on his face.

"Nothing" I answered "I thought we had to talk to each other for this to work out" I said, indirectly expressing my opinion.

"It is not necessary, If you find an interesting player, show me, I'll see if we sign him."

"That's not how it works." It was noticeable that I was kinda pissed off.

"Listen, I don't care about how it was in the club you were before, but here, it is going to be like this, I know how premier league football works."

"And I don't?" I asked, angrily, but without shouting.

"It doesn't seem like you do."

I can't stand arrogant people like him, he doesn't even know me. He just met me two hours ago.

"What's your problem Horan? You don't know a thing about my football knowledge."

I knew way more about football than he thought I did, and that made me so angry.

"I do know something about it, and it's probably one of the few things I am liking about you." He said.

"Is there something you like?" I acted surprised. "What is it?"

"You don't say soccer. Last year's sports director said soccer, and that made me so mad. I would have fired him, but it's not my choice." He sounded upset, it was kinda funny that he was so disappointed about someone saying soccer.

But to be honest, I was actually laughing on the inside, in a good way. I also hate it when people say soccer instead of football.

"This is the first time I agree with you on something." I said, being fully honest.

"Thank God." He smiled.

He smiled. For the first time today. This actually mattered to him.

"It's annoying as fuck." I said. If we finally agreed on something, we had to keep that as our conversation.

"It's called football, America." We said at the same time.

We both realized we had said that at the same time. We looked at each other for the third time today, and laughed, just a small laugh though. After that, he started to look at his computer and stopped talking to me.

Five minutes passed, and the silence was starting to get awkward.

"When's the first match?" I asked, trying to break the silence.

"First league match is on August 10th, against Chelsea." He answered.

"There's preseason before, right?" I asked.

"Obviously, you are supposed to know that."

"I had to ask, the premier league is not the same, kid." I fired back, reminding him what he had said to me earlier.

"Whatever. Preseason starts next week." He looked back at his computer.

It's July 7th today. We have to form a presentable team before next month, so the fans don't get mad, and the club goes well. Preseason is a way of seeing how the season may go. We couldn't do bad, the first impression can't go wrong, and of course the league couldn't go wrong either.

I don't know how this is going to work out. Niall has the worst attitude I've seen in a long time. If there's something I can't cooperate with, it is definitely a negative attitude, and Niall has a crazy amount of that.