Our Plan {narry}

Chapter 7: The wonders of football

          As I watched the boys wrestle about on the field, I found myself wishing to join them so badly. I had never hated my knee so much in my life. If I wasn't a dumb cripple I could be out there with my love, actually having an excuse to put my hand on him. The though of wrapping my arms around Harry's neck sent shivers down my spine, and soon after that I had thoughts of kissing him running through my mind like wildfire. This thought made my hands shake, and my legs become wobbly, even though I was seated. The thought of my lips touching his, the thought of him wanting my lips to touch his made me crazy feeling. I found myself daydreaming about the way he would look laying next to me in be asleep, or how it would feel to have him hold me in his arms when he though I was asleep. I was thinking all these things, but in reality I knew I would never know what he would look like laying next to me in bed. And in reality he would never want to hold me in his arms at night, and I just needed to get over that. But the thing was, every time I told myself to get over him, an imaginary rope seemed to pull me back to him. I hated this, because I was being pulled back to someone who would never love me in that way. I needed to face it, the only time he would hold me was in my fantasies, the only time he would kiss me was in my daydreams, and the only time he would truly hate me for being myself was in my nightmares. It just wasn't fair. I mean was it even worth it anymore? Was he worth the pain and tears? I leaned back onto the bench and thought about it. If I lived by the phrase 'Nothing's impossible' then I should know even if there was a small chance of him loving me back, there was still a chance. I wanted so badly to say that was enough for me to not give up on him, but the pain was so strong, so fresh in my mind. When he flirted with a girl, my head hurt. When he kissed someone else, my heart hurt. When he dated someone, I died inside. So how was any of this worth it? Please God, just give me a reason to prove this was worth it! My eyes trained over to where Louis was dribbling the ball around Zayn and past Liam. The only thing standing between him and the goal was Harry and some random scrawny tree. His face was set in determination, while Harry's was set in amusement. I watched as Louis attempted a foul by elbowing him, but that only fazed Harry for a moment before he was attacking the ball once again, running swiftly around Louis and sticking his foot out, knocking the ball between Louis' feet without actually touching Louis. Louis fell forward, and Harry didn't even stop to see if he was ok before he was dribbling the ball down the field at an impressive pace. Harry was dribbling it in my direction, and to my surprise he didn't turn toward the two trees that was his goal. Instead, he was head right towards me, and I looked over his shoulder to see Louis just now getting up off the ground, not running after Harry, just watching with a puzzled face. Harry continued towards me, and stopped about three feet away from me, kicking the ball to my feet. I looked down at it, feeling confused yet excited at the same time. When I glanced back up at him he was much closer, and a grin was plastered on his beautiful face. I felt my cheeks blush an ugly shade of red on my pale skin as I looked back down at the ball. With shaky legs I stood up, feeling the cool breeze tint my face. The cold air was making my whole legs ache, and I had no idea what Harry was doing giving me the ball when he knew I couldn't play.

"Kick it." He whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. I raised my eyebrows at him, just because the situation was so odd. Never the less, I pulled my good leg back and nudged the ball over to Harry. He reached out a cold, shaky hand and grasped my arm as he turned around. I didn't know what he was doing, considering he knew I couldn't play. However I wasn't about to argue with Harry holding onto me, so I just went along with it. He stood with his back towards me, and crouched down slightly. For a moment, I was slightly confused, until I realized what he wanted me to do. I stumbled forward, glancing over at Louis who wore an amused expression on his slightly bruised face. I glanced back towards Harry, as I jumped up slightly, landing on his back. My good leg wrapped around his waist as I shakily wrapped my arms around his neck. His cold arms looped under my good knee, and he let the other leg hang loosely around his waste so he didn't bother it. I was all to aware of the closeness, and as he began to run with the football between his feet, I was all to aware of him. I suddenly found myself with the strong urge to snuggle my face into his soft, inviting hair, but I hesitated to do so. Why was I hesitating? This was probably the only chance I would have to actually feel his hair, so why was I wasting it? Feeling sad, yet at the same time daring I slowly inched my face closer to his hair, letting my nose brush against the back of his neck. Right when I was about to pull back, Harry stumbled over the ball slightly, causing my head to jolt up and into his curly locks.

I didn't move.

I kept my face lightly buried into his cozy hair as he ran, and I swear, I swear, I hear him sigh. Right after I heard this he tilted his head back slightly, so his head was rested against my face, I breathed in deeply, closing my eyes, but only for a moment. Harry began to run faster, closing in on the goal. No one tried to stop him though, they were all to busy watching us like we were a movie. I however, kept my eyes fixed over Harry's shoulder as he ran, and before I could even blink, he abruptly stopped. In an instant, the ball was soaring through the air and in between the trees. Despite the bitter cold, my aching knee, and the butterflies exploding in my stomach, I found myself smiling. I laid my head on Harry's shoulder, sighing deeply. He didn't put me down yet. Instead, he took his free arm and swung it up into the air, whooping loudly as the other boys began to join him. Making sure my mouth was far away from his ear, I started whooping along with them, apparently making Harry realize I was still there. He shifted his body around, wrapping me in his arms and shifting me so I was now in front of him. He sat me on the ground, but only for a moment, before he was scooping me up and spinning me around in the air. I laughed, and wrapped my arms around his neck, knowing this could be the last time I would be in this position with Harry. I made no move to let go, but neither did he. I had began to think this was a bit over dramatic of a celebration, considering all we had one was a little soccer game between four. But I didn't let myself get my hopes up, because this kind of thing wouldn't happen again.

"You did great." Harry whispered in my ear. I felt my cheeks heat up, probably causing the entire field to spike up ten degrees.

"I didn't even do anything." I laughed, nuzzling my head into his neck. I felt him shift uncomfortably, and I was horrified I had gone to far. But his next words proved my otherwise.

"You did brilliant." He whispered again, pulling back. I felt his arms linger on my waste longer than necessary, before he also pulled them back. I whipped around, now facing Louis. He wore both a pained expression, and a smug expression. The combination confused me, but I still wasn't sure why I was reading sadness on his face lately. His eyes met mine, before shifting to Harry, who was now speaking.

"That was bloody brilliant wasn't it boys?" Harry began, not giving them a chance to answer. "How about we celebrate by going out to dinner, my treat?" I watched as Zayn opened his mouth, eyes bright with the idea of food. But Louis and his big mouth beat him to it.

"Nope young Harry, I'm making dinner for Zayn and Liam tonight. I lost a freaking bet, and now I must slave away in the kitchen while they lay around on their lazy butts. Why don't you just take the little champion out?" Louis asked, smirking. If I didn't know he was purposely trying to get Harry and I alone, I would have believed him. I glanced over at Zayn, who wore a very confused expression on his face. I guess I should count on Liam to fill him in on whats happening later. Harry turned to me, smiling.

"How about you, you wanna get something to eat? I could take you to this club I found afterwards if you'd like?" Harry asked, shyness low in his voice. Did I want to go with him? After all, I couldn't control my emotions around him, and I couldn't act normal around him at all. But screw that. Reminding myself this was not and never would be a date, I replied simply;

"I'd love to."

        A/N Gahhh I'm sorry I took so long to update, you can blame the weather of America! :) But anyway, tell me what you think? Please don't be a silent reader!! xx Thanks for the votes and reads :D