(A/N: when I say futbol, I don't mean the American football. It means soccer.)
The car ride home was real awkward. Just pure silence. The music was low so it just adds even more awkwardness.
"Is it okay if I invite the boys over?" Harry ask.
"Yea sure." I say a little disappointed.
He really hurt my feelings and it just gets me mad that he feels like he can't trust me anymore. Of course he can trust me with anything. He just needs some time to cool down. Right?
When we get home, I turn on the tv and FC Barcelona is playing. They're playing against Real Madrid. I love FC Barcelona and I can't stand Real Madrid. Harry on the other hand, loves Real Madrid and can't stands FC Barcelona.
"Harry futbol is on!" I yell from the living room.
"Okay, let's go put on our jerseys." He says with a smile.
We both run like little children to go to our bedroom to put on our favorite teams jersey.
I grab my Messi jersey and Harry grabs his Ronaldo jersey and we both run back to the living room.
We both aren't even sitting, we're standing up with our hands in our mouths. Nervously waiting if one of the teams will score.
I hear a knock on the door.
"Harry can you get that." I say not taking my eyes off the tv.
"Honey. Please can you get that." He says looking at me with his lip pouting.
"Ugh fine." I say.
When I open the door, it's the boys in there Real Madrid Ronaldo jerseys. Great.
"Ohhhh. I see we have a enemy." Niall says.
"Hmmm. I don't think you can enter my house." I say with a smirk.
"Yes they can!" Harry says from the couch.
"Ugh fine! Only 'cause your my friends." I say.
"That right sweet cheeks." Louis says.
All the boys enter my house and take a seat on the couch. All of the seats on the couch are taken.
"I'm gonna go get a chair from the dinning room." I say to Harry.
"No come sit on my lap." He says.
What? He's never wanted me to sit on his lap before. This affection is completely new to me. And I'm sure for him too.
"Or you can sit on mine?" Zayn says while patting his lap and winking at me.
"Shut up ass. Come here." Harry says while reaching his hand out for me.
I grab his hand and take a seat on his lap. He puts one arm around my waist and one on my stomach. This feels nice. Having comfort. For a second, I forget about that we were fighting.
At the end of the game, FC Barcelona wins the game. 4 to 0.
"Wow that game was terrible." Niall says.
"No it wasn't." I say with a huge grin.
"Oh shut up babe." Harry says with a smile.
"Don't be salty." I say.
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