One Direction Imagines

Harry Styles - The Football Match

8am. You get up, get dressed and get ready to go out. By 8:30, you are ready. You have never managed to get ready this quickly before, so you conclude it must be from the excitement. You're meant to be meeting your best friend for a coffee before you go to the football training where you have heard rumours about your favourite band being there. You turn on your computer, go on tumblr, scroll down and reblog a couple of One Direction pictures, before your phone rings.

"Hi, We're One Direction!" Your ringtone starts

"Hello?

- Hey Dani!

- Halie! You're ready early too?

- of course! How could I not be?

- shall we meet up now then?"

You both agree on meeting at Starbucks at 9am. You get your coat, put on a scarf and leave the house, trying not to wake your parents. When you get to starbucks, you order a Frappucino and sit down. Halie arrives, and starts fangirling straight away.

"Halie! You can't fangirl like this in front of them or we'll never have the slightest chance with them!" you explain.

The football training was scheduled for 10:30 am, and even though you were with your best friend, the time seemed to pass really slowly. At 10am, you decide to go to the grounds so that you can get to the front of the crowd that you presume will arrive at the same time as the boys. To your surprise, the stadium was empty, there was nobody in sight, not even a groundskeeper. "Maybe it was just a rumour..." You think to yourself , but you decide not to give up hope and stay for a little while longer. All of a sudden, you hear a car jolt to halt. You lift your head up to see a gorgeous curly haired boy climb out of a 4x4. Not wanting to delay the training that was already late, you stay where you are, get your camera out of your bag and wait for the boys to appear out of the changing rooms.

"Liam hurry up!" You hear Harry's raspy voice yell out. Niall, Louis, Liam, Harry and Josh ran out onto the pitch, all five of them wearing the Newcastle kit, followed by some other men who you did not recognise. The whistle blew and the match began. The boys were playing so well, you probably couldn't have told that they weren't professional football players if you didn't know One Direction.

The final whistle was about to blow and the score was 2-2. Louis had the ball, he was running down the pitch, he passed the ball to Harry. Harry runs, looks around for someone to pass it to, then, Harry's beautiful green eyes lock into yours. The match seems to slow down, and, for a split second, the world comes to a standstill. You and Harry are the only two in the world that matter. Then, a well-built football player brings you back down to Earth when he tackles Harry, sending him flying and landing on his back on the floor. Horrified, you gasp, not being able to breath, waiting for Harry to get back up.

Paramedics rush onto the pitch, with a stretcher at the ready for Harry. You stare at the scene that is going on before your eyes. You black the surroundings out. The only sound you can hear is your heart beating in your chest, you feel as if you're going to faint. The only thing you can see is Harry surrounded by paramedics. You tighten your fists, your palms are moist as you are stressed. Suddenly, the small crowd of 15 fangirls all let out a sigh of relief and cheer as they see Harry get up, helped by the paramedics. He gets handed a drink, and gazes in your direction. Then, he limps towards you. Your friend looks back and forth at you and Harry, trying to understand why Harry was coming near you, staring at you as if you were his prey.

"Excuse me is this place taken?" He asks, pointing at the end of the bench on which you were sat.

"N-no..." You mutter, struggling to make a sound. You cannot believe that you caused Harry Styles to get injured. You. Harry Styles. Those two names didn't sound normal in the same sentence, yet you liked the sound of it. "Are you hurt?"

"Just a couple of bruises i think..." He replies, staring into your eyes. "What's your name?"

"Danielle." You reply

"Hi Danielle, i'm guessing you know who I am?"

"No, who are you?" You reply jokingly.

You and Harry chat until the end of the match, when he gets up to go. He invites you out to grab something to eat. You accept and say you'll wait for him while he gets changed. Whilst Harry's limping back to the changing rooms, you head out of the stadium to wait for him by his car. As you and Halie walk out, you hear Harry running and shouting behind you.

"So you were just going to leave?" Harry asks, with a disappointed look.

"I was actually going to go and wait for you by your car..." You reply

"Oh ok" he says, with a smile lighting up his face "I'll see you in a minute!"

He rushes back to the changing rooms, still limping. You decide to pull a fast one on Harry and hide behind his car. Five minutes later, Harry reappears.

"I can see you Dani!" Harry says playfully.

"Oh, haha, i can see that you're very good at hide and seek then?"

"And i can tell that you're going to be a challenge, I like that."

"The best way to win a challenge is to become one yourself"

Harry's soft lips press against yours, his hands on your waist and your hand going through his curly hair.