Chapter three____________________________________________________________
*Thalia's POV*
-two months later-
"NO NO NO!!" Harry was screaming at the TV because I'm beating him on FIFA 2013.
"BRAZIL WINS!!" I yelled in his face because he was playing as England.
"Nope, I want a rematch," he said hiding a dimpled smile.
"Okay Styles, why don't we play an actual game of football?" I said smirking.
"Game on Grayson," he said running to his closet.
He took a soccer ball out of his closet and we went outside the house.
"Since we are the only players we are both goalies and we have to kick the ball into each other's goals," I explained. I continued, "And Styles, no hands," I said with a smirk on my face and winked, as he pretended to be hurt.
He kicked the ball at me, but I easily blocked it. I kicked it right back and there was no way it wouldn't go into the goal. He tried, but there was no use.
"GOAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!" I screamed.
"Oh my God, what are you even doing," Harry said confused, as I danced around.
"Brazilian mom, Argentinian dad. I won,"I said acting innocent.
"Ugh," he sighed kicking it back, but I was still able to block it.
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After about 20 minutes, I won with 15 points and he had 6.
It was around 4:00 and I had to be home for dinner at 8:00.
"What do you wanna do," I asked him, as we lay together on the grass staring up at the sky.
"I don't know," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"How about we watch YouTubers," I suggested. I got a notification a while ago saying Lohanthony posted a new video, I was dying to see it.
"Sure why not, then I can see what people you spend your time watching."
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"What the actual fuck," he said after about 3 hours of watching YouTube.
I laughed and checked my phone for the time, I realized I had to be home in an hour.
"I gotta go home soon, you wanna walk with me?" I asked Harry.
"Sure," he put on converse and went to the door.
*Harry's POV*
We were walking to her house and talked about random things.
"There is another party on Friday are you goi ng," she asked putting the emphasis on 'another'. "It's what everyone's talking about. Can't miss the head cheerleader's birthday."
"Eh maybe, my friend Zayn is probably gonna drag me over there," I shrugged.
"Lovely, just don't fuck any girls," she said, a little jealousy in her voice.
"Hah, is that jealousy I hear?" I said teasing her.
"You wish Styles," she said laughing.
A buzz came from her phone notifying us that she got a text message.
"My mom said to go see if I can stay at a friend's house because she has a date tonight," she said rolling her eyes, then continuing. "Can you drop me off at my friend Amber's house?"
