Different // Narry

5

(A/N) Just a reminder that this chapter makes your noise bleed because of cuteness. Okay bye.

HES

"Hey pass the ball!" I saw one of the football player that has a black haired and tone skin shout towards the other player who got the ball in his feet,

I frown my eyebrows looking pretty confused with this game they called 'football'. I mean the game doesnt even make sense, firstly you took the ball with all your strength but the next thing you have it you throw the ball away,

"Goal!"

I swing my legs back and forth as i watch all the players giving each other a hug. They look so happy for a team that  just got one goal in a lead. I squint my eyes as i see the other team who didn't win curse, they seem so upset, and for me it doesnt make sense why they're sad. After all they're the one who's leading the game with a point 4-3, they win- but somehow they still look so upset.

I dont get it.

You see since i was a kid i never really like football, i'm more into barbie dolls than playing football, basketball and the rest of the sport that i knew. Dont laugh. Because i'm suck at playing football nor other sports. Thats maybe why i always got a D in P.E.

Well, i'm not suprised.

I gaze my eyes towards my watch - '4:39' it writtens
inside the watch,

No, i'm not skipping classes. School were over 2 hours ago. And now here i am, sitting in one of the picnic tables that the school have waiting for Niall to get done with this football thing he always fancy since he's a kid,

I told you, we share the same car to go to school or to go home, its either mine or his. My mom and his brother thought it will be a great idea to go to school together but the truth is, their idea are suck- no offense Mom, no offense Greg, but i'm just being honest here,

As i was about to watch the game again, i heard someone shouts my name not so far away from where i'm sitting,

"Harrehh!!" I turn my head to see no other than the irish bloke waving his hand as he run towards me. He's wearing a blue jersey that written 'Manchaster' in it and with a ball in his right hand while he hold it tight so it wont fall from his hand,

"Heya" i give him a warm smile, and no, its not fake, its 100% real,

As he reach my location, he quickly climbed the picnic table and sit beside me putting his ball in his left side didn't want to leave space between us,

I stare at him for a second before noticing there's no  sweats located in his body, "Did you play?" I raise my eyebrows,

He shake his head "Nah, couch said i better watch them play first, he told me they havent play that well lately. He yelled at me because he thought i'm not serious in teaching them- for the matter of fact, i am. But i keep my mouth shout and try to prove him he's wrong. So yeah- I decided to make them better every singel day with countless practice"

That explain why he still look so fresh and also it explain why his expression was hard,

"Thats what captain do after all" I throw him a playfull smirk as i continue to stare towards all the players in the field who's fighting to take the ball from the center of the field,