Day by Day

Team Niall

"Niall is so nervous, I'll be back", Harry tells me as het gets up from his seat and walks to where Niall is standing. He stands behind the Niall, resting his weight on a metal bar. He's wearing big, black track pants, black soccer boots and a black jacket, all part of the Team Niall closet. He walks back to me, sitting in his spot, putting a hand on my knee and taking out a clipboard to write something.

I lean to my left, trying to read what he's writing. "What are you writing?" I ask him curiously. He looks at me smiling shyly. "Tactics. You can't read them because who knows, maybe you're here as a spy for the other team", he says and this time his smile grows.

"You're an idiot." I pull back and rest on my seat. He's still laughing at me. Harry's right arm goes around my shoulders and pulls me to him for a sided hug. "I'm just kidding baby", "I know but you're still an idiot" I say laughing and nudging my head on his shoulder. He kisses my head.

"Harry! Stop smooching your girlfriend and come here!", Niall screams from the sidelines of the pitch. "The job", Harry tells me as he untangles his arm around me and jogs to where Niall is. A few minutes later he comes back, grabs the clipboard and walks back to Niall again. He starts pointing a few players and Niall nods along, also pointing a few players. Ben joins them and all three of them start discussing.

The referee blows his whistle and the first half is over. Everyone sitting around me stands up and goes in the stadium. Niall and Harry wait for Louis and Liam, handing them water bottles and little cloths to clean their sweat. They all go in the stadium and I stay seated, talking to Cal as he shoots some pictures around the stadium.

Harry comes out, grabs a ball and starts playing with a little kid. Harry passes him the ball and he shoots it back in Harry's direction and so on. They do that a couple more times. Harry goes to stand on the goal box as the kid stands on the penalty shot. Harry encourages him to shoot the ball and score a goal, but he looks timid. Someone stands next to the little kid, encouraging him to shoot at Harry with the ball. The little kid takes position and kicks the ball toward the goal box. Harry misses the ball on purpose, making the little kid jumping at the thought that he scored Harry. They're both laughing and Harry runs towards the little kid and picks him up. The cutest scene in front of me.

"Harry! Come here!", Niall screams next to me. "He's going in."

"What? Harry's gonna play?! I thought he was your assistant or something!" I stand up and tell Niall. This is a surprise. Harry is not ready to play. I mean, he's good playing soccer but he thought he was here just to assist Niall or some nonsense like that.

"Liam is exhausted so Harry has to go in. He's the best thing on this bench." Niall says as Harry is jogging towards us.

"What's up?", he asks us as Ben joins us on the pitch with the rest of the players.

"You're up. Liam is beat, go warm up, you're in for the second half." Harry gives Niall a confused look. "Do you have trouble understanding what I'm saying, Styles? Go warm up! We're losing a game to Piers Morgan, you know how ridiculous that sounds?! Go warm up!" Niall pushes Harry away, gesturing for him to go warm up. "Lose the track pants and the jacket!", Niall screams at Harry and his thumb rises up.

He does as he's told by coach Horan and takes off any piece of clothing that's not necessary on the pitch. He starts warming up his muscles as Liam sits next to me, where Harry was seated previously.

"I'm so tired. I hope Harry will last all forty five minutes, I barely did. He has good condition but we barely make this kind of exercise", Liam tells me and I can't help but get a little nervous for him.

Harry walks in front of me, ready in his uniform. I stand up and walk to him, putting a hand on his back. "Hey I know you're an awesome athlete and all that but be careful okay? I don't want you to have a broken leg or arm or something. I love you too much to see you hurt." I pout my lips unconsciously and he smiles.

"Baby it's a football game not a boxing fight. I'll be okay." He kisses my forehead.

"Harry, you ready?!" Niall walks to us, handing the referee a little piece of paper, significant to the change of player from Liam to Harry. "You", Niall says pointing to me, "go away, do not distract him", Niall emphasizes the words 'do not distract him'. Harry holds my hand and brings it to his lips. "I'll make it out alive, relax", and goes onto the pitch, talking to the other players and running behind the ball.

Suddenly I feel Liam stand on my left as his arm goes around my shoulders. "He's good, he won't break any bones." I smile up at Liam. Niall stands on my right. "Yeah, he's good."

Fifteen minutes have passed and Liam and I engage in conversation about random stuff, making time pass by as the game progresses.

Suddenly out of nowhere Niall screams. "Penalty! Yes! Louis or Harry, Louis or Harry!", he says pointing at the two players. "Louis or Harry!" Liam and I get up and stand next to Niall, Ben and the rest of the guys. Louis and Harry are whispering with other two players. They break apart and one of them hands the ball to Harry.

"Harry is gonna shoot", Niall announces. "If he misses this I will kill him." I get a little nervous, really nerveous, hoping for the best. I bring my arms to my chest and I feel my heart pounding.

Harry takes position and his strongest leg, his right leg kicks the ball and it lands on the net. The crowd goes crazy and everyone celebrates the goal. He turns around and all the players hold him, congratulating him. Louis jumps on him and Harry carries him on a piggyback ride to the center of the field. Droping Louis, Harry runs to Niall and they meet half way.

"If you missed that I would've killed you!" Niall says to Harry as they hug. Harry laughs and pulls away, his eyes looking for something. They land on me and a huge smile covers his face. He quickly jogs in my direction.

"See, I told you I'd be fine." He pecks my lips. It quickly turns into a full kiss, until Niall comes along and ruins the party. "Harry stop sucking face, get back to the pitch! Come on, we can win this!"

He smiles at me and pecks my lips quickly. He high fives Liam and runs back to the pitch.

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