Hockey and Curls Dont Mix

A/N- So I was sitting watching a hockey game with my dad and for some reason I thought 'Harry Styles would make a really hot hockey player.' So in order for this story to work a girl had to weasel her way onto a team, so how will Mac (short for MacKayla) feel when a new player joins the team and shows her up? So please tell me what you think! Bye :)
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CHAPTER ONE

The ice and rush of adrenaline is what I live for, my grandpa played, my dad played and I play. Hockey has been my life since I was big enough to pick up stick, my dad didn't mind having a girl, as long as he could corrupt me with every piece of hockey information he knew.

I play right wing, it was my strongest position plus the coach wouldn't let me play center even though I'm really good. I just dressed in my uniform for practice, I laced up my skates and got on the ice. I always come an hour early just to get in some extra time on the ice, I skated the 200 feet of ice as fast as I could. I always go into a headspace of focus, even when I'm alone I focus on doing my best.

"Hey!" I heard someone yell, I quickly turned and fell on my butt, the pain shot from my tailbone up my back. "Ow!" I groaned, I heard someone running on the ice. "Hey are you okay?!" I looked up at the person, I met a pair of green eyes. "Uh yeah, didn't anyone ever tell you not to scream at someone who's on ice?" I snapped, I got to my feet and watched the guy stand up too.

When he was stood straight up I measured him up to be about 6'1 give or take a few inches, I've learned to size up men because of the team, some of the players we go up against are giants compared to my 5'3 stature.

"Well usually there isn't a girl skating dressed like a hockey player, who are you?" He crossed his arms and looked at me expectantly. "I'm Mac, number 15 who are you?" I asked crossing my arms and cocking my eyebrow. "I'm Harry, I'm new, I was looking for Coach Carson." I looked him up and down, he's tall, lanky but looks built enough. I could see a few tattoos scattered on his bare arms, he looks like he'd be better at playing soccer, if he isn't clumsy that is.

"Coach Carson won't be here for another 20 minutes." I said before skating off, I ignored this 'Harry' guy, I watched him walk off of the ice with a gym bag. I don't think we need another player, unless coach thinks we're getting weak. I decided to ask him what position he plays, I skated over to the bench where he was currently sitting.

"So Harry, what position do you play?" I asked him, he looked and me and smirked. "Right wing, coach said there was a little weakness on that side." I felt my blood run cold, I've been playing right wing and I was doing great as far as I knew, coach Carson wouldn't bring this guy in to replace me because I'm a girl right?

"He brought me incase of injuries so don't get all tight." He added. I just nodded as the rest of the team started to file in.

"Lookie the freak is here!" Ugh, I hate I repeat I hate Louis Tomlinson with a passion, he thinks he's a big shot since he plays center, he wouldn't have gotten that position if his idiot friend hadn't gotten caught using steroids. "Ah Tomlinson, I knew I heard an idiot around here somewhere." I retorted with a sly smile. "Shut up freak, who let's a girl on a boys team?" He asked, just then the coach walked up behind him. "I did, if you have a problem I could bench you and put Hayes in your position since he has a height advantage." The coach is a scary man, he's about 6'5 and he's all muscle, he did jail time a few years ago but we needed a coach so that part was brushed off.

"Oh h-hey c-coach, I was just uh...complementing Mac here on her clipping, she took out Evans last week with that move." Louis laughed nervously knowing he got caught. "Uh huh, go suit up Tomlinson." Louis scurried off in a hurry. "You must be Anne's kid, Harry isn't it?" Coach Carson asked, Harry nodded and stood up. "Yes sir that's me." Harry shook coach Carson's hand. "Good boy, today your gonna play right wing, Mac your benched for today's practice." I felt my jaw drop. "But coach, I've played right wing at every practice and at every game I need the practice." I pleaded.

"Sit on the bench or you won't play at all." He seethed, I backed off, I can't get on his bad side, if he has any side other then bad. I huffed a sigh and sat, this Harry guy, I'm not a fan of.

He's gonna get me kicked off of the team, this only means one thing... War...
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A/N- Here's the first chapter of Hockey and Curls Don't Mix, I may watch hockey but I can't understand it so google has informed me of every piece of hockey information I could find, so please comment let me know what you think...

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~Cate Payne~