The Fake Boyfriend // l.r.h. [completed ✓]

thirty-three

WINNERS WERE DRAWN! I WILL BE DMING YOU LATER! ALSO I WILL KEEP YOUR NAME CAUSE IMMA BE DOING A VALENTINE GIVE AWAY SOON

t h i r t y - t h r e e

Carter shakes her head, laughing as Harry gets off the field with a bloody nose. "Oh my Harry," she says, trying to contain her laughter. It's mid-May, and the weather is perfect. Both Danielle and Carter are due in July, but different dates.

Harry glares at her as the AT (Athletic Trainer) attends his bloody nose. Carter came to support Harry and his friend at a soccer game, for a kids fundraiser in London. Niall couldn't play, since he had surgery on his knee, so Harry filled his place in.

Harry comes over and sits next to the two. "Oh gosh, that was a hard hit," Harry mumbles, lightly touching his bruised nose.

"Harry!" The coach yells and he groans, but gets up.

"So how'd Harry and you meet?" Niall asks, looking over at Carter.

"He was my photo teacher's student teacher and we met through there," Carter says, sniffling, since she's coming down with a cold and it's cold in London.
Niall nods his head. "And is that his..?"

Carter frowns, but sees that Niall is staring at her bump that's visible through Harry's shirt that she's wearing. She shakes her head. "Oh no. Harry and I are just friends, um... It's my... I guess could call him an ex now, but I didn't know until I got to New York. He doesn't know I'm carrying his child..." She trails off. Niall nods, understanding and the two watch as Harry is put back into the game.

"Yeah go Harry," Niall teases, Harry glaring at him and Carter giggling. Harry feels so awkward playing and his two friends can see that. He raises his hand, for the ball to be passed to him as he slightly begins to jog forward and soon enough he's running as the ball goes in front of him. Harry dribbling and Carter watching.

Harry passes it to another team member so that they could make the goal. Just as the ball touches the other player's feet inside the eighteen box, a player from another team slide tackles him, making the referee blow the whistle. A penalty kick inside the box. Everybody tells Harry to take it and even though Harry knows he sucks at soccer, he still takes it, turning over to Niall and pointing at him, telling him that this is for him.

Harry goes, looking at the goalie, him ready to catch the ball that Harry is about to kick and Harry hoping he makes this. Taking a few steps back, he runs at full speed, swinging his right foot as the ball flies in the upper corner of the net, Niall standing up and cheering. He goes onto the field hugging Harry and the game is over.

-

"You did good out there Harray," Carter says. The three of them were out at dinner, Carter's stomach in the way of eating.

"Have you decided on names yet?" Niall asks. Carter shakes her head, eating some of her mashed potatoes.

Carter shakes her head, looking up at the two best friends. "No, not yet-- I don't even the gender," she says, smiling. "I wanna be surprised, so."

They nod their heads and continue to eat, talking about how the hell Harry made that penalty goal.

"I don't even know, why do you ask," Luke asks over the phone. Ashton and Danielle look at each other.