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Army of Two (Natalie & Niall)

So you're kind of mean to Niall at first, but it's kind of just a cover-up for how you really feel. I wanted to make this clear so you don't think I made you bipolar. Anyways, enjoy! :)

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Natalie's POV

The crowd screamed around me. Lights flashed, almost blindingly. Beads of sweat fell from my forehead. 

I was in control of the ball, a rush of adrenaline filling my veins as I took it down the field. I swerved around another player, a Brazilian girl with piercing eyes, and headed towards the goal. My best friend Kat called to me, making it clear she was open for a pass. I did as I had been taught and sent the ball flying towards Kat, and in one fluid motion she had put it into the goal. 

The referee blew her whistle, calling half-time, and I slowed down my pace. A smile filled my face as I took shallow breaths. Kat came over with a bottle of water and a high-five, "If we can keep this up for the next half, we've got this in the bag." 

I nodded and smiled, "Yeah… we got this."

***

Niall's POV

I watched as the final goal was shot into the net.

That's a win for Ireland! An Olympic win for Ireland!

I stood up from my seat, letting out a yell of victory. Fans began to rush out of the stadium, celebrating with each other. I followed the mass of people and ended up near the entrance to the field. I saw a girl walk by, the same girl who had shot the winning goal. 

"Oi!" I yelled out, probably overcome by the heat of the moment. She turned around, brown ponytail swinging. "You were awesome out there! I'm Niall, I play too, and that was just amazing." I commented, flashing her a smile. She turned to walk away, "Thanks."

Not the reaction I was expecting. 

Without thinking I was talking again, "Wait!" I ran forwards to catch up to her. "Do you wanna, you know-" "Listen," she cut me off, flipping around to look me in the eye. "I'm an Olympic soccer player. You're charming and all, but I can't." She flipped around again and headed towards the locker room. 

***

I sat on the futon in the living room of my London flat, staring at the blank wall. I couldn't get my mind off of that girl from earlier. She seemed perfect: a football player, Irish, pretty… 

Why would she disregard me like that?

I turned myself towards the television, which was playing reruns of the game. They showed a slow-motion reel of the girl, whose name was apparently Natalie, as she scored the final goal. It cut to a scene of her cheering with her teammates and paused on their faces. "Look at that," a newscaster started. "Hard work and determination pays off for Team Ireland as they move onto the Olympic semi-finals." 

I sighed. Good thing they hadn't caught my mistake on tape. The boys would never let it go. 

"The semi-finals are in two days, where Team Ireland will be playing against Team Argentina. Tough competition, but with a performance like today, they might win! If you're in the area, you won't want to miss this match. See you there!" 

With that the newscaster signed off and another news program began. 

I stood up, words jumbling in my head.

Two days.

Team Argentina.

Natalie.

***

Natalie's POV *two days later* 

I looked into the stands in panic. Where the hell was Kat? I pulled out my phone and called her. No answer. How could she just not show up to semi-finals?? 

Reporters were everywhere, trying to get interviews and pictures. I walked towards the locker room, hoping Kat would just magically appear, bubbly as ever. 

No such luck.

Our coach was as, if not more, frantic as I was. We already have a small team, and without Kat, we won't make it. 

I scanned the stands again, spotting a familiar face. It was the boy from the other day. Niall, I think. Something twisted in my stomach as our eyes locked onto each other. I looked down, listening as my coach yelled out that she would take anyone who could play, boy or girl. 

I had a minor flashback to the other day, when Niall was speaking to me. He had said,  'I'm Niall, I play too…'

Filled with desperation, I looked back at the blonde boy in the stands, making a motion for him to come down to the field.

God I hope he doesn't think I'm crazy. 

He stood up and followed my directions, descending from the bleachers. I pulled my coach to the side as the boy walked onto the field, "You said you'd take anyone, girl or boy, right?" She nodded her head, looking at me strangely. 

Niall had finally reached me, "You said you play, are you any good?" He looked surprised, "I guess." I looked back at my coach, hoping she would make the connection. She sighed, "Let's hope you can kick some ass out there, because we need a miracle."

She walked off and left me and the boy alone. 

"So, Argentina's hard to beat," Niall started. "But I think if we keep up the defense yet still push as hard as we can in offense we can do it." I smiled, looking out towards the field where the rest of the team had finished warming up. 

"Yeah… we got this."

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Tada! Woohoo! Yay! I hope you like it! 

And sorry for the wait and all but ya know, funerals. 

-Kat