The Quarterback (narry)

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Harry Styles. Just the sound of that name made my heart swell and stomach flip. It brought me images of the twenty five year old, curly headed boy with long legs and a great ass. Maybe to you it brought a different image. The star player, the quarterback, for the Green Bay Packers. The man that brought them to the Super Bowl four years in a row and won. He was the absolute most beautiful man I had ever seen and there was never a doubt in my mind that I was truly in love with him.

The only bad thing about him was, he was straight. He was dating Ruby. She was a tall, thin blonde Laker girl with a big rack and a round ass. If I was straight, I would want her too, but I wasn't and I didn't want her. I craved Harry, but he craved Ruby.

Although, his love for Ruby never stopped me from having fantasies. A lot of fantasies. But could you really blame me? He was absolutely fantastic. Athletic. Smart. Funny...Straight.

I let out a groan as I laid my hands over my face, pushing my hair back once I lifted my head back up to look at the television.

I had only woken an hour and a half earlier since it was Sunday, which meant it was gaame day. That gave me enough time to shower, brush my teeth, then watch the game. I had always asked for Sundays off, so I could watch the star player. On any other day, I would sleep until one and get ready for work at the motel. There was this small little motel right on the Lambeau field parking lot which I only lived a few blocks away from and could get two in under ten minutes. Not much happened at the motel on game days, other than one person sitting at the desk and greeting those who came in and out. I never had to so.

The motel did make a lot of money during home game weekends though, which gave me enough money to pay my bills and buy groceries. Groceries were usually pretty cheap though. I would get myself a couple packs of beer, some snacks, water, milk, ect. then I would usually just order takeout or go to a local bar every night. There were several in the area, so it wasn't too hard to find one to go to. The bartenders and owners at most of the bars had come to know me, so I would get discounts on beers and food. Things worked fine for me.

My boss and I got along well and he was always okay with me taking Sunday's off which worked out great for me because I got to watch my favorite player and spend the day to myself.

"Foul! That's a fucking foul!" I shouted at the television as if the referee would hear me. "This is fucking bullshit! He wasn't past the god damn line!"

The games usually got me pretty heated, especially if the referee was taking shots at the Packers. This happened with a lot of men, if not all men. Football was something that connected people in America and fans of the same team, were like family. Men always got angry during the game if it was anything bad having to do with their team. If the Packers lost, I would probably be ina pissy mood all day. But if they won, you can bet your ass I would be in a fantastic mood until the next Sunday.

If the Packers lost aginst the Chicago Bears, I would completely lose it. The Chicago Bears and the Green Bay Packers have a rivalry, which is common in other teams and their fans. It's just something that happens and it's all in good fun.

Once the game went to commercial, I got up from my spot on the couch and walked into the kitchen, getting myself a beer from the refrigerator. Popping it open, I took a long gulp from it and grabbed a bag of chips from my cabinet before I plopped back down onto the couch. I popped a couple into my mouth as the cameras flashed back to the field, showing the chiseled, tan face of the curly headed boy.

I harshly bit down onto my lip to keep back a moan as he tore his helmet off, laughing about something I'm guessing one of his teammates had said. I watched as his head fell back, the wind of the cool September breeze blowing his hair out of his face. I gripped my lip harder with my teeth as I watched him push his tongue between his plump lips then pull it back in, a grin then plastering his face.

If God hates gays, he wouldn't have given Harry Styles a mouth like that. One that would be perfect for sucking -

My fantasy was quickly taken away from me when the cameras changed over to the other team and suddenly, I became uninterested. If they weren't showing the Packers - or more importantly Harry - I didn't reall care what was being said or done.

The game was currently in it's fourth quarter and Harry had just pulled his helmet back on as him and the rest of the team piled onto the field again after a brief timeout called by the opposing team.

The score was currently 38-17, the Packers currently in the lead. The opposite team currently had the ball and I was leaned forward on my couch, eyes locked on the screen intently as the referee blew the whistle. The men all clammored into each other, pushing, and tackling until the man who currently held the ball was down on the ground with men piling on top of him.

I let out a cheer with a laugh as I leaned back to take a long swig from my beer bottle, running my free hand through my hair. Only ten seconds left on the board and there was no was they could win. One the whistle was blown and the mess of men slammed into each other, several falling to the ground, until the buzzer rang through everyone's ears, signiling the end of the game. "Yes!" I cheered as I got to my feet, laughing as I took another drink from my beer. "Woohoo!"

After another few minutes of cheering, I tuned back to the television, a frown taking over my face as I saw Ruby run out onto the field and wrap herself around Harry. He laughed as his arms wrapped around her waist, fingers digging into her hip gently before he crashed his lips against hers.

I wished that could be me in his arm, congratulating him on his win. I wished I could be the one running onto the field and into that boys arms, pressing a kiss to his soft, pink lips as he held me closer. I wished that I could be the one that gets to take him home and celebrate any way he wanted because it was his day and everyone was proud of him. It was bullshit. It was completely and utterly unfair that she got to spend her days with Harry fucking Styles and I was unable to even get tickets to a game.

That's what was wrong with the world. No one got what or who they wanted. No one was evr able to be with who they were actually in love with if that person was just a social class higher than them.

I was in love with Harry Styles. The quaterback for the Green Bay Packers. I knew I was in love with him the very first time I laid my eyes on him. I wasn't in love with him for the amount of money he had. No, I was in love with him for who he was.

He was an idiot and had these adorable little flaws that made me smile whenever he did them. He also had this grace and beauty about the way he moved. The way his legs strode across the field and swerved around players was amazing to me. His movements were swift, almost gentle even, but he always had this determined look on his face. Almost as if he was ready to take down anyone that stood in his way.

I shook my head and shut my television off, no longer wanting to see the overrated couple on the screen anymore. I figured since the game was over and I had the rest of Sunday off, I would go to a nearby bar for a couple of drinks and a lunch. Also, just to spend some time with people celebrating the win just like I was.

So I grabbed my phone, keys, and my wallet, double checking to make sure I had some cash and my credit card, stuffing them both in my pockets before I headed out the door to walk to a bar closeby. Walking was safer than driving for me - driving was also a waste of gas, which then turns into a waste of money - if I ended up getting a little too drunk to drive, I could walk. It wasn't a far walk either since I lived close to most things.

I spun my keys around my finger as I stepped out into the air, locking my door behind me before I headed down the street.

A/N

So here's the very first chapter of my new fic The Quarterback. I hope you all like it so far. It would mean a lot if you would vote/comment. That stuff reall keeps me going and helps give me inspiriation. I'm sorry if this kind of sucks, but I promise it will get so much better.

With this fic, I will try to update at least once a week to two weeks like I said before, but that may be hard to do with school and such. Thank you for being so understanding about that. Also, since I have started writing this (as I have more ideas for this fic) I have put my other two stories on a pause. I will update them when I feel I have given you a good enough update.

Again, thank you loads for reading, voting, and commenting.xx

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