The Unexpected Boyfriend {1D Fan Fiction}

Chapter Seven ~ Soccer Plus Boys Equals Trouble

I got out of the shower and was going to put on my pj's, but it was still early evening so I just put on a pair of jeans and a yellow tee-shirt. Then I opened my door and looked both ways to make sure the hallway was clear before I walked out. I tip toed down the hall and was just passing the game room when I heard voices inside,

"Liam! Wait up." Louis shouted from inside the game room,

"No way man! I'll meet you upstairs!" I darted past the door before Liam opened it and found me. Then I decided to go outside, I walked toward the garage and was about to open the door when I saw a soccer ball. I loved soccer. So I grabbed the ball and headed outside, I kicked it around for a while and was bouncing it around on my head, when a voice behind me said,

"That's pretty impressive." The ball bounced off my head and I whirled around, Harry was standing there.

He caught the ball and said, "Hey, I'm sorry about earlier. They were just playing around." I didn't say anything, just looked at the ground. "Want to play a game?" He asked,

"Well, I was going to go....." I trailed off, and looked up at his face. Big mistake, his green eyes were so persuasive. Pretty soon we were kicking the ball around, not really playing a game, but it was fun. Then the rest of the boys came out, I ignored them at first, but they apologized and asked if they could play so I accepted their apology and then we started to really play. The game was getting pretty intense, it was eight to nine, my team had nine points, Louis, Liam, and Niall had eight. Yes, my team consisted of Me, Harry, and Zayn. We were playing so that the first team to get ten points, won.

Niall and Zayn were really getting at each other, soon our little soccer match turned into a sort of brawl. The ball went flying in crazy directions, it was more like dodge ball, than soccer. I sidestepped as Louis attacked Liam, but when I did, the soccer ball hit me smack in the face. I fell to the ground, I resisted the urge to put my hand against my face and rub it, it really, really hurt. I pushed myself up and brushed off my jeans,

"Okay guys! Calm down! This is a soccer match, not a wrestling arena! And watch where you kick the ball!" I shouted, they stopped fighting, but for some reason they were all staring at me,

"Umm, Diana? Are you okay?" Harry asked, pushing Zayn off of him and walking urgently toward me,

"Yeah? I'm fine." I told him, backing away, I didn't like Harry walking toward me,

"You don't look fine, you've got a bloody nose!" Niall hollered, I put my hand up to my nose, and pulled it away, sure enough, my hand was covered with blood.

It started gushing down my shirt, I couldn't stop it. Liam completely freaked out, and Louis ran into the house to get help. Harry picked me up and carried me into the house, I would have argued, but I was busy trying to stop the bleeding. My yellow shirt was completely ruined, but I didn't really have time to think about that before Simon was storming through the garage doors.

"What happened?! Why weren't you all inside getting ready for bed?!" He roared,

"We were just playing a little game of soccer, and the ball got kicked a little to hard and hit Diana." Zayn said, trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing.

"People don't just get kicked with a soccer ball in the face Zayn, who did it?!" Simon was really upset and he kind of scared me, I mean seriously! The boys each looked at each other, no one really knew who had kicked it. Simon saw that no one was going to talk, so he sighed and said, "Harry, take Diana inside and get her cleaned up. The rest of you, go to bed!"

"Yes sir." The boys mumbled.

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I didn't want Harry to carry me inside and 'clean me up'. I didn't want to do anything with Harry! I was very capable of taking care of myself! And just because we played a game of soccer together did not make me like him. He was just another boy who happened to be popular worldwide. Harry carried me to his room, my room was being cleaned by the maid, and placed me on the bathroom counter."Harry, I can take care of myself." I told him, trying to plug my nose with one hand and trying to balance myself on the counter with the other. He looked at me with a look of doubt on his face,

"You expect me to believe that? You can't even sit up on that counter! Plus I did tell your Aunt I would take care of you." I really wanted to kill him, I took a deep breath,

"I'm fine, see? I'm sitting here just fine!"

Just then my hand slipped out from under me and I went rolling off the counter, Harry lunged forward and steadied me.

"Just fine...sure." Harry mumbled, "Just let me help you Diana!" I sighed and stopped arguing. Harry got a wash cloth out of the cabinet and put a little water on it, then he patted it gently against my nose. I didn't say anything, I just sat there and let him 'clean me up', pretty soon the bleeding stopped and I took my hand off. After about ten minutes, Harry said, "Okay, I think that's it. I don't think your shirt will be the same though."

"Thanks, yeah I think I'll just throw it away." I nodded, then jumped off the counter. "Thanks Harry." I mumbled, then I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to my room before he could say anything else. I reached my door, walked inside and closed the door behind me. Then I locked it and walked into the bathroom to take another shower and get ready for bed. I turned the water on in the shower and took my bloody clothes off, then I scrubbed my face and washed my hair. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, I dried off and put my pj's on. Then I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. The silky sheets felt like clouds against my skin, I closed my eyes and willed sleep to come.