Nacho Average One Direction Story

Football, football, is no fun, unless you call it soccer go America!

Sunday

LIZZ MAYBERRY POV

"It is time to leave!" I shouted to the boys, who were getting ready for Brandon's soccer game. I had just returned from the auto shop where they had fixed the seat Louis and Niall had broken. Now we were at full capacity in my Jeep Grand Cherokee, and we wouldn't have to sit on laps anymore. Hazzah!

"Why? It is only 5:00?" Niall asked as he shoved yet another gummy vitamin into his mouth.

"Brandon said he wants to give me something-"

"Yeah! Like his body," Zayn laughed. I shot him a glare.

"Nialler. How many gummies have you had?" I asked.

He looked at me innocently with assorted colors of gummy vitamins stuck to his teeth. "Well, seven."

"Niall! You are only supposed to take two!"

"But they are good!"

I rolled my eyes, but said, "Wouldn't it be ironic if you died from vitamins, which help you to be healthy and not die?"

"Lizz, did you get the seat?" Liam asked as he walked out of the bathroom, flattening his hair.

"Yep. No more double-buckling from here on out!"

"Yes! I love being not illegal!" He sighed happily.

We climbed into my car and headed towards the venue. All five boys were wearing their favorite soccer jerseys for vairous European teams. I had on a plain white shirt that said bluntly, "Soccer boys are the most attractive." I got it in high school when out soccer team went to State. I loosely tucked it in to my faded short jean shorts. I wore my new Berkenstock sandals only because Liam made Harry make me wear shoes.

The boys went off to explore when we arrived at the soccer field and I texted Brandon to see where he was. Instead of replying, I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist, lift me up, and swing me around. I started to call out for Harry, but when I heard the man laugh I knew it was only Brandon.

I turned around once he put me down and hugged his tall frame. He was wearing Adidas sandals, soccer socks, soccer shorts, and a cool looking navy blue and gold jersey. "Hi," I spoke into his shoulder.

"Hi," he chuckled back.

"What did you need to give me?"

"Oh! Right. Here!" He shoved cloth I hadn't realize he was holding into my hands. I unwrinkled it and held it at arms legnth. It was a black jersey with two thin white stripes going down each of the arms. On the back it had the number nine and above it, the name 'Ross'. "It is our away jersey. Players give it to their girlfriends and stuff. And since I really, um, like you, I figured I'd give it to you."

I smiled at this nervous Brandon. I have only seen confident Brandon so far. I hugged him again. "Will you wear it? Will you wear my jersey?" He asked worriedly.

"Of course I'll wear it." He beamed down at me.

"Ross! Say goodbye to your gal-pal and get in here!" One of his teammates I assume, yelled from inside the sports house next to the field.

Brandon looked nothing less than startled. "I'm really glad you came," he said hugging me again. I kissed his cheek.

"Good luck," I whispered in his ear. He shivered. Oops.

"With you I will be," he grinned as he walked backwards a few paces then turned to run, only to turn back around and run towards me again. The boy can't make up his mind, mind, mind, mind, mind. Please don't waste my time, time, time, time, time. I resisted the urge to jam to the song.