Meltdown (N.H)

4

The next day arrived after a long, almost sleepless night. I am so nervous, I've been so nervous the whole night.

But here I am, standing right in front of our stadium. An hour before our first preseason match, against Nottingham forest.

A snack is given to everyone in the VIP seats, that's why I arrived an hour earlier, we are asked to. Mr Kenwright wants to have a conversation there, he told me.

I entered the place, and I was surprised. This is bigger than what I imagined. There were a lot of tables, and a lot of people I haven't seen before.

I saw Mr Kenwright with some people at a table, and Niall with some others at another one. I didn't know anyone else. I just knew I had seen some of them in Everton's hallways, but I didn't even know their names.

I obviously went where Mr Kenwright was. He saw me and smiled. He was having a laugh with those people he was with.

"Greenwood, hello!" He said when I was arriving.

"Good afternoon, Mr Kenwright." I said.

I noticed him looking at different sides, searching for someone.

"Horan! Come here for a second." He exclaimed.

Oh no. Come on. You are joking.

He reached us with an expression on his face that I for once understood. He didn't want to be here either.

"Good afternoon everyone." Niall said.

"Horan! You are still here!" One of the guys said, and shook Niall's hand.

"Yeah." Niall laughed, even though that wasn't funny to him, it was obvious.

"This is our duo this year." Mr Kenwright explained to those guys looking at us proudly.

We both smiled.

"Wait." One of them said. "Are you Victoria Greenwood?" He pointed at me.

"Um, yeah." I said.

"I saw what Blackpool did last year. I have to congratulate you. Kenwright, this girl is good." He said.

"Thank you so much." I said.

I looked at Niall, and he was already looking at me, a bit pissed I'd say. I smiled at him.

"I hope she is as good as you say. I believe in her. They are going to do a great job together." Mr Kenwright said, looking at both of us.

"I heard you are looking for a centre forward." One of the other men said.

"Yeah." I said.

"Have you got an idea yet?" He asked.

"We haven't really agreed on one yet, but we have a few ideas." Niall answered.

"I was asking because I've got an interesting one, that needs a bigger club in order to explode as a player. He's young. He needs the step."

Oh. This guy works in a club, interesting.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"His name is Harry Styles. I don't know if you know him."

"That's the one I told you, Horan!" I said to Niall.

And he was the one I defended the most, but I wasn't going to say that in front of everyone.

"Yeah, she told me about him." Niall said.

"That's great, she's smart then." The guy laughed. "My name is Nicholas Randall, Nottingham Forest's president."