Blue
Blue:
Age 19
College Student , University of Houston
Short brown hair
Brown eyes
5'0 feet
Word count: 1138
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"Turn right here!", my friend's voice screeched right by my jeweled ear. We were on our way to a baseball game, we were big fans.
Dressed head to toe in burnt orange and a navy blue to support the Houston Astros, we had never been to a game due to our scarce amount of money. So, you could understand our excitement that was radiating off of us with every inch we got closer to the stadium.
"Livvy! It would help if you told me in advance!", my car was practically hissing at me from the abrupt turn. She isn't the best human GPS but she is my best-friend so I guess it makes up for her late notifications.
We eventually made our way into the stadium, and were currently walking down to the first row behind home plate, our hands shaking in anticipation, we were both trying our hardest to mask our girlish yelps of pure excitement as we sat down on the murky green metal seats. Shifting my hat I sighed and turned to Livvy.
"I still can't believe you won us season tickets for the Astros on the radio!" I hugged her.
"I know girl, I'm just amazing. But seriously, we get to see the brand new player 13, Harry Styles! He is the best pitcher right now, he has a hell of a curve ball , and averages a home run a game. Plus, I have heard he isn't too bad on the eyes either."
"Harry Styles? Why haven't I heard of him?" I turned to her confused. I know all of the players, and I usually find out who switched to what teams as well. The fact that I hadn't heard of him was surprising for me.
"It's because he is from the United Kingdom! I only knew about it because when I won the tickets, the main reason for selling them was to be able to watch him play for the first time as an Astros player."
"Well hopefully he's as good as Bregman."
"And as good looking!" We both giggle because were absolutely smitten by the burnet player.
After ten minutes of chowing down salty peanuts and confessing our desire of being the first pitch of a game, Harry Styles made his way onto the pitchers mound.
His cap was pushed all the way down his head, practically covering his eyes, and his curly hair was exploding from the sides. His uniform was head to toe, light grey and skin tight, he had on bright orange cleats, and he fumbled the ball in his large right hand, probably from nerves. Everyone was watching him.
He finally looked up from his watching his feet and made eye contact with his catcher. He was chewing a large wad of pink gum, his sharp jaw protruding with every chew, and occasionally he would pucker his pink lips and blow a bubble.
The silence between Livvy and I was a pure indication of what we were thinking, he was downright gorgeous.
The Red Sox batter number three walked up to home plate, tapped the bat against his cleats, and got ready to swing. Styles stepped his long legs together, maintaining his eye contact, whilst chewing and froze. Then all of a sudden his left leg rose and and he threw a fast ball.
Everybody erupted in cheers for the first pitch was a strike, and 102 MPH.
Our jaws dropped open in shock after he proceeded to strike out all three batters back to back, and you couldn't miss the smirk that painted its way onto his face. We know he is great, but apparently he knows it too.
The players all ran into the dugout getting ready to bat and Styles was second in the lineup, Bregman was first.
"Let's go Bregman!" Livvy and I yell in unison and he turned around and winked at us. It's safe to say we lost our shit.
Bregman hit a line drive to centerfield and made it on second on the second pitch.
Styles walked up to the plate, lightly tapping his bat against home plate and then raising it, circling it slightly while crouching.
"Blue."
"Yes Livvy?"
"Cake."
"What?" I finally turn to look at her, I was confused. She smirked at me and pointed at Styles.
"I said, cake." I trialed my eyes down to where she was looking and died of laughter.
"Livvy!" I laughed harder but I can't help staring at his ass now, she wasn't wrong.
"What?" She exclaims innocently.
"Oh, you know what Liv!" I laugh again but then bring my attention back to Styles.
After a ball and a strike, Styles got ready for another pitch.
"Bring him home!" I yell clapping, and he did just that. With a powerful swing paired with a loud crack, the ball went flying out past the railings into the stands, yells were leaving everyone's mouth, including mine, and Bregman headed home and Styles followed suit.
As Styles jogged home he looked up, making eye contact with either me or Livvy, watching us with a slight smile. He nodded his head towards us and we both lost our shit once again.
"These are the best seats ever!" I hug Livvy once more.
"Plus, we still have six more games."
"Six more games."
Astros : 2 Red Sox : 0
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I just dropped Livvy off at her apartment and am making my way to my own apartment. Today was crazy, I have never had so much fun in my life. I love sports, it's what I grew up watching with my family all of the time.
I took a quick shower and grabbed my laptop to finish a quick paper on the technique used to paint the Mona Lisa, I'm an art major, I love everything that has to do with art.
I grabbed my remote for my T.V. and found a channel summarising the game from earlier. Styles played so well, everyone at the stadium and everyone on T.V. is saying so. Houston is ecstatic to have him on the team, I am ecstatic to have him on the team.
The way he looked at us after his home run made me feel giddy, I was already fantasising about another baseball player. His curls made him look like a young boy and I couldn't help smiling to myself thinking about his interaction with us. What are the odds he notices us?
I fell asleep dreaming about the talented player and smiling about the fact that I will be able to see him six more times up close, doing what he loves.
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