Nerdy Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 8 I Never thought I'd be Into Sports

I shuffled around against Harry's muscular shoulder and sunk into his warmth. He smelt faintly of Armani cologne and vanilla.

"So, who's winning?" I asked, craning my thin neck to meet his eyes.

I had never been one for football, sports nonetheless. So I relied on Bailey'a expression to tell me if they were winning or not. Right now she looked fierce, eyes narrowed at the girls from the other team, who were now cheering.

"They're tied." He responded, while removing the straw to his milkshake from between his plump pink lips to speak.

"Judging by the time left, Next goal wins." He added, pushing a stray lock of hair out of my eyes.

"Thanks" I smiled.

Looking over at Niall, perched on the right side of Harry, I noticed that he was really into this game, or just really into Bailey.

Probably both.

He had his lips pursed, head resting on his knuckles, focused straight ahead while leaning forward on the edge of the bench.

Throughout the game I could hear him mutter profanities under his breath when the visiting team got a goal, and stood and 'whoop'ed' every time Bailey scored.

Currently, the score was 7-7 and we all rose from our seats to cheer on our friend as she sped down the field, juggling the ball back and forth from her blond teammate across the field.

The ball was in Bailey's possession and she booted it with full force aiming for the corner of the net.

Harry covered his eyes with one hand, scared to see the outcome of her shot, with the other arm still clinging tightly around my shoulder.

I was worried it didn't make it in until Niall leaped nearly 2 feet in the air screaming.

They won.

The whole team enclosed Bailey in a bone crushing group hug, hoisting her in the air and rushing past the opposing team straight into the change rooms.

Just before she was out of our field of view, she shot us a huge grin, waving her arms in the air victoriously.

The soccer mom in the back row of our bleachers must've been cheering for the other team because she hastily grabbed her bags while scoffing at us and left the arena.

A few seconds later, we saw an exited Bailey run towards us from the locker room, still in her uniform drenched with sweat. Ew.

Before we could congratulate the winner, Niall lunged at her, engulfing Bailey in a surprisingly long hug. He hoisted her up in the air. "You won!" He stated happily, his arms still encircling her small frame.

When they finally pulled away, Bailey had a twinkle in her eyes and Niall was beet red.

Then he passed her the milkshake they had bought for her.

In a spur of the moment and without thinking I grabbed my best friend for a victory squeeze.

When it was too late, I realized I had squashed both Bailey and the milkshake. It's chocolate smelling contents exploding across our chests.

I began to freak out when I heard Harry laughing his head off, sitting on the floor slapping the ground wildly. He could barely breath when he spoke. "You... She... Oh my god" he chuckled.

Niall was roaring with laughter also.

"Well, next time a pat on the back will work just fine Mel." She sputtered out.

We all joined in laughing at the brown sticky mess across our shirts when Harry gently removed his cardigan and hung it gingerly around my arms. Still grinning like an idiot from the recent turn of events.

"Thank you Harry" I smirked.

"N-no problem..."

Niall went to mimic Harry's actions until he realized he didn't have a jacket, before he was about to hand over his shirt to Bailey she stopped him.

"Whoa there, I'm fine, I've got my clothes in the locker room to change into." She laughed while pulling his shirt back down.

"Relax, I'm not going to molest you" she joked when Niall flinched at her touch.

We all laughed along with her as we headed towards the car to wait for Bailey.

Harry held my hand, and loosely guided me out of the arena, his large palm covering mine while Niall trailed behind us at a slower pace. The wet slush made squishing noises beneath our toasty warm feet.

We were soon met by a cleaner and nicer looking Bailey.

"So, do you guys want to go for lunch?" I questioned.

Harry was first to respond "Sure, where do you want to go?"

"McDonald's!" Niall chimed in like a 3 year old.

"McDonald's is fine with me" I replied, Bailey nodding her head in approval.

After all agreeing on our destination, we split up into the two cars. Bailey went with Niall as he tried to casually volunteer, and Harry invited me to ride with him.

"Meet ya there." Harry called while climbing into the drivers seat of his worn in Range rover.

He moved a stack of text books from the passenger side and motioned for me to hop in, which I did compliantly.

After buckling up and backing out of the parking space we drove towards the nearest McDonald's. Harry's leaned in to turn up the heating slightly, turning the small dial up all the way. 

I could almost hear Harry's heart beating a mile a minute as he slowly moved his hands towards mine resting on the middle compartment.

When he finally reached out and interlocked his thin fingers with mine, I smiled and gave his hand a loving squeeze.

It didn't matter if we were just friends or something more. We drove hand in hand without a care in the world because I had him, and he had me.

And at that moment, we were perfect.

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