The Foreign Exchange Student // h.s.

Love This Is Football

Chapter 47:

Olivia's POV:

"Time to wake up!" a voice sung into my ear. I groaned and smacked at the person. "What are you doing?" the voice asked. "Trying to find the snooze button," I smirked.

The weight next to me disappeared and I finally opened my eyes. I was temporarily blinded for a second before my eyes adjusted to the light coming in from the open window.

I glanced to my left to find AJ smirking at me with her - I'm guessing wet - hair pulling up in a towel. "Great! You're up. You have half an hour to gt ready for school," she winked before walking out of our shared room.

My eyes widened as I quickly rolled out of bed, my sore body hitting the floor. For all you perverted minds, nothing dirty was intended. After spending all day yesterday walking around with the others, it gets a little tiring. More or less, we had an amazing time.

I groaned and picked my body up off the floor to begin trudging to the bathroom. I locked the door behind be and waited for the water to start heating up.

I was about to step in the shower when a knock on the bathroom door startled me. "20 minutes!" Marisa's voice sung through the door followed by laughter. "Oh shut up!" I called back causing more laughter.

I shook my head and quickly took the fastest shower known to man which in reality was 10 minutes. Oh well. I tried.

I stumbled back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my hair and another tightly pulled around my body. I fished around in my suitcase for clothes to wear for today. I settled on a pair of light wash skinny jeans, a tank top that said "Wild Kisses' on it, tan All-Star shoes, and AJ's more feminine leather jacket.

I quickly pulled on my undergarments and clothes in time of Marisa announcing we were leaving. "Fuck," I groaned while looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was still up in its towel. I stuffed a brush into my back pocket and grabbed my phone while dashing out the house and into the crisp, winter air.

I hopped into the back seat of Marisa's car as she started pulling out the driveway. AJ turned from the passenger's seat and smirked at me. "I like that look for your hair. It's... new," she stated making Marisa giggle. I sarcastically laughed and rolled my eyes at her.

We spent the rest of the car ride singing obnoxiously loud to the radio and teasing the people in the cars next to us. The perks of driving with teenage girls everyday. As Marisa pulled into the parking lot of the school, I pulled the towel out my hair and quickly brushed it leaving it in its natural waves.

"Whoohoo! It's Monday!' AJ screamed as we exited the car causing other students to look at us like we were insane. "YES! I just love Mondays! Don't you!?" I gushed to a random boy that we passed up who looked at me weirdly. "OMG! They're just the best!" Marisa added. We all laughed and entered the building like the idiots we are.

We walked through the hallways on our way to our lockers while on look out for our regular friends. We still received stares from others as we passed because it is pretty weird having foreign students in your school.

My thoughts were interrupted by a wolf whistle. I guess I was wrong. I rolled my head to see the face that makes me cringe most at this school, Heather. And great! So is the jock who 'serenaded' me last week. Mondays really are great, note my sarcasm.

Heather smacked the jock in the arm as his eyes didn't glance just at AJ, Marisa, or me. He actually checked out all three of us. That's just wrong on so many levels it broke my scale.

"Peyton!" she squealed in her normal, bitchy voice. He shrugged and continued to watch as we walked away. As we turned the corner, I threw him one last wink before flipping him off and continuing on my route.

I felt almost relieved as I saw Harry leaning against his locker. Usually, I would expect him to be with Louis and Chase, but I recognized the faces of Zayn, Chase, and Liam. Harry spotted me and flashed a quick smile my way before mummbling something to his friends.

Marisa, AJ, and I split up to our different lockers and I started switching out the books I needed for my first period. "You won't be needing those," a familiar, raspy voice said from behind me. "And why not?" I questioned him.

I felt Harry's arms wrap around my waist and him kiss my cheek sweetly gathering the attention of everyone in the hallway. "Today our football team is having a scrimmage, we get out of school early after we watch their game," he explained into my hair.

I frowned. I wish our school did things like this. But, I guess every school has its different advantages. Why didn't we get a heads-up or something though?

"They announced it in those school emails they send out," Harry explained, most likely due to my confused expression. "Oh, are we supposed to read those? Like do they say anything important?" I asked. Harry laughed and shrugged. "Not really," he answered.

I shoved my whole book bag in my locker and spun around quickly, probably whipping Harry in the face with my hair. "Yay!" I cheered making him chuckle.

The bell rang and I looked at Harry confused. "So where do we go?" I asked him. He grabbed my hand while intertwining our fingers and lead me down the hallway. "First period," he answer with a cheeky smile my way.

I was quite amused at the faces I saw passing through the hallways. Some were shocked, confused, angry, jealous. I even laughed at a few faces.

Harry dragged me into homeroom, ignoring the paper Mrs. Johnson was trying to hand us, and sat us in our chairs. "Woah, someone's in a hurry," I joked and he smirked at me. "I'm just excited for today," he smirked, leaning in and pressing his lips against mine.

I heard whispers behind us making me giggle. "Harry Styles and Olivia Camp. Please show your affection on your own time," Mrs. Johnson scolded us making everyone laugh. Harry pulled away but threw his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into him. "Trust me, I will," he winked and everyone laughed once again.

I rolled my eyes and he sent me a cheeky smile. "Okay class, as we all know today is what you would call a 'free day'-" Mrs. Johnson started talking and I just tuned her out. I normal listen if she's teaching, but she's not so I'm just enjoying my good ole time.

Harry started to run his hand up and down my outer thigh again just like he did last week making me glare at him. Although he didn't look at me, he still kept that proud smile on his face that I rolled my eyes at. I glanced down at his hand which easily glided its way up and down my upper leg.

I observed everything about him. From his abnormally large hangs to the white shirt that when pressed against his skin showed off his defined muscles. The way he never lets his tattoos show in a way that's not obvious that he's hiding something. My eyes widened a bit when I looked at his jeans which were practically as skinny as mine. I smirked and looked back up to our teacher.

"And I expect you all to be on your best behavior today," Mrs. Johnson finished with some kids laughing at her choice of words. "You can't expect us to be good," a boy pointed out and the teacher sneered. "I've got my eye on all of you," she warned before another bell rang.

Just like that, everyone was out the dreadful classroom and into the hall with me being dragged behind Harry by my wrist. "Stop going so fast!" I warned him as he guided us through the crowd of students. "Sorry, babe. You'll see why I'm doing this in a second," he told me and adjusted his hand so he was holding mine instead of my wrist.

I decided just to go with it and follow as close to Harry as I possibly could. I got shoved a few times from the eager students, but nothing to serious. We finally made it out the building and into the courtyard. Everyone was jogging towards the soccer field which was already full of students.

"Perfect," Harry sneered. He pulled us into a jog and we quickly made it over to the bleachers in no time. I looked around to see that one one side of the bleachers were the fans of this school, Holmes Chapel High, with the colors blue and white. One the other side were the colors green and gold. I'm not really sure what school they were supposed to be, but it seemed like a pretty big throw down going on between the two.

[Completely made up schools]

Harry lead me to the direct middle of our bleachers and up five rows. "What is this?" I asked him. He looked at the crowd behind him, then back at me. "Those are the Cranage High Falcons. They are our rival school and we compete in everything - football being our main sport. Sometimes the games get a little too wild though," he explained.

I nodded taking in everything he said. "Wild?" I questioned him. "Yeah, sometimes teasing, fights, nothing too serious though," he winked. I rolled my eyes, but still smiled.

"Oi! Styles!" I saw Louis yell from the field, waving his hand from Harry to come over. "I got to go, babe," Harry told me. "What are you doing?" I asked and he turned to me with that same cheeky smile. He pulled me by my waist into his chest and rested his forehead against mine. At times like this, it feels as if we are the only two people here. My stomach fills with those same damn butterflies and I become all flustered.

"You'll see," he said and pulled me into a long kiss. My arms wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled him closer, not reacting to any other the sounds the people around us were making. Our lips moved in sync making me grow even more flustered each time. Suddenly, all that was gone when Harry's presence left me.

"Listen, you two can snog later, but right now I need him," Louis said dragging Harry away by the back of his hoodie. He gave me one last wink before leaving. I sighed and sat down on the bench - a perfect view of the field - and ran my hand through my hair.

I could already hear the chants, teasing, shouting, and arguments going on between the two teams. "Crazy right?" A familiar voice spoke as it sat next to me. I jumped a bit before realizing it was only Zayn. I nodded. "Yeah, it's pretty wild," I said to the fact that the crowds were growing to a tremendous size for a scrimmage game. "Well, we've been school rivals for years so whenever we compete, it's a pretty big deal," he chuckled.

*~*

Over time the bleachers were now packed and full of screaming and chanting students. Luckily, AJ, Marisa, Liam, and Chase found Zayn and I in the crowd and joined us for the game. We all sat around chatting until we were all interrupted by a band song blasting through speakers somewhere nearby. "What's going on?" Chase asked as people started cheering louder. "The game's about to start," Liam answered.

A voice came onto the intercom telling us to have a good time, blah blah blah, introducing coaches, and they emphasised on us being polite with each other earning many boos. After about 10 minutes, the music started again. "First up is your Cranage High Falcons!" an announcer toned voice announced through the intercom. A huge group of boys dressed in green and gold ran in between their cheerleaders on the field. I couldn't tell what was louder - the cheers or boos.

My eyes widened. They were huge. A lot of them had biceps the size of Australia making me gulp. Their uniforms looked quite weird though for football players... "I thought they were playing football," I said making them all laugh. "Love, this is football," Marisa chuckled.

I shook my head. "She means our version of football," Zayn clarified. "Oh," was all I said before turning away from their laughs to hide my blushing face. Where's Harry when I need him. Just kidding, he's probably laugh too.

"And also, you're home team - The Holmes Chapel Bulldogs!" the voice announced followed by an ear deafening scream. AJ and I shared looks and decided to scream along anyways.

I screamed louder as I saw familiar faces run on the field. Louis, Niall, and... Harry?

There ran Harry onto the field with his perfect smile and his curls flopping around. His uniform fit him perfectly - black shorts, white cleats, and a blue and white jersey with number '69' on the back. Go figure. "Aw! Look at little Harry," Liam nudged me making me laugh.

I watched as he waved at the crowd on his way to his team huddle. He caught eye contact with me - seeing as he wasn't that far away - and blew a kiss in my direction making all the girls around me swoon thinking it was for them. Ha ha, bitches.

The teams did their little group huddle things before a whistle was blown and the boys jogged to their spots. I smiled seeing all the familiar faces playing. Louis and Harry were playing offense while Niall was back playing goalie. They all look adorable when their serious.

A man wearing a black and white striped uniform set the ball down into from of an unfamiliar player who was playing in between Lou and Harry at offense. The referee blew the whistle which immediately launched everybody into what I would call combat.

The unfamiliar face automatically passed the ball to Louis who began running it down the field. I stood up and screamed along with the others as they advanced down the field. A player from the other team came to steal the ball from Louis, but he expertly passed it to Harry who dribbled it even closer to the goal.

Another player from the opposing team quickly sprinted towards Harry in attempt to stop him. He ended up roughly knocking Harry down and kicking the ball out of bounds in the process. The crowds started screaming at the tops of their lungs trying to support (and bash) on the teams.

"Oh no," I thought as I saw players pulling Harry and the other guy apart while shouting at each other. "Please don't let Harry get in a fight," I prayed.

Once they were pulled apart, the game continued. Another Bulldog [Holmes Chapel team] threw the ball in from out of bounds towards Louis. He bounced it off his head and straight to the other player who pushed it even further down the field while professionally dodging the other team. The others screamed next to me as they neared the goal.

A Falcon [other team] easily slipped his leg under the player and stole the ball from him, but he didn't make it far past our defense. The player passed the ball back to Harry who kicked it, and barley made it in the goal.

Our side of the field went crazy cheering for our team. Louis and Harry did their little chest bump thing before going into their group huddle. And that's the one goal that helped Holmes Chapel win the game.

~*~

"Let's go," Harry stated while grabbing my hand. "Where?" I asked him as he threw his duffel bag with his equipment and clothes over his shoulder. He kept his uniform on which by now was very muddy due to the intense game played.

Harry smirked. "I'm taking you on a date," he stated proudly. I looked at him with a wide smile across my face. "Really?" I asked and he nodded. "Of course," he said pulling me in and kissing my nose.

We told the others goodbye as we exited the field. "Have fun you two! But not too much fun! Don't want to be an uncle yet!" Louis called from behind us making us laugh. "Hey, I want to be the uncle!" Chase whined. Thank God that was the last we heard of that argument.

The parking lot was complete and utter chaos. People from both schools were arguing and shouting at each other. There was even a fight going on at the far corner between people I din't recognize.

"Hey, Styles," someone greeted from behind us. We both spun to face the same player on the other team that shoved Harry down multiple times in today's games.

Harry gritted his teeth together. "What do you want, Marvin?" he asked harshly. I stared between the two of them and grabbed tighter onto Harry's arm. "Just came to say you did a great game," 'Marvin' falsely smiled then eyed me.

"And who might you be?" he asked in a disgusting tone as his eyes searched my whole body. I shifted uncomfortably as I half stood behind Harry. "She's my girlfriend so why don't leave us the fuck alone," Harry spat.

Marvin rolled his eyes and looked at me humorously. "Hey, boo. We're having a party tonight at my house. Will you be there?" he asked me obviously trying to piss off Harry. "No thanks, boo. I have a boyfriend who just kicked your ass and I'm pretty sure he can do it again. So, bye," I smirked and pulled Harry away.

I rolled my eyes as Harry and I made our way to his car. "Quit staring at me!" I whined after seeing him watch me out the corner of my eye. He smirked and looked away. "Didn't know you were such a bad-ass," he joked.

I laughed as he popped the trunk of his car and put his belongings inside. "I'm not a bad-ass," I clarified as he shut the door.

The next second I was pressed against the back of Harry's car by his body. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he spoke into my ear. "No, but you're mine."