The Quarterback (narry)

nine

nine

Friday and Saturday went by relatively slow and by the time I woke up Sunday morning, I was completely dreading the day I had ahead of me. I knew it was going to just be me sitting on the sidelines and watching the love of my life play his favorite sport and I wouldn't be able to congratulate him with a hug and a kiss if he won because he was straight. He was with Ruby. Not me. Never will he be with me.

I had laid in bed for nearly four hours on Saturday night, just staring at the ceiling and wondering if I should call Luke and tell him I was sick and couldn't go to the game. But I didn't do that and when Luke came to my door at eleven the next morning, dressed in a Jordy Nelson jersey that was a little too big on him and a pair of black jeans that were ripped at the knee, I completely regretted not calling him to cancel.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he stepped into my home and I nodded, sighing heavily.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I mumbled, grabbing my jacket out of the closet by the front door and quickly pulling it on. I never thought I, of all people, would dread the day I had to see Harry Styles in person.

"What's wrong?" Luke asked as his hand rested over my covered shoulder and sliding between my shoulder blades, running down to the middle of my back then up again.

I shrugged his hand away and opened the front door, checking my pockets for my phone, wallet. and house key, stepping outside when I felt everything . "Nothing is wrong, Luke. Let's just go, okay? Come on." I said to him as I headed down toward the street, glancing over to him. He nodded and looked down and I swore I heard a sigh escape his lips as his long legs walked him over to stand next to me. I gave him a slight smile in attempt to reassure him as I began walking down the street and in the direction toward the stadium.

Luke walked beside me as we made our way to the stadium, my hands tucked into my pockets. It was a relatively nice day out, but there was a soft wind that hummed in the air and gave a soft chill in the late September - early October air.

I looked around as we walked, Luke and I both making small talk about work. There were several groups of people walking to the stadium as well, most of the men nearly drunk and a most of the women walking with the younger children. In some cases, it was the other way around. We passed a few houses that had their garages open with people, food, and coolers which I figured were filled with beer for the adults and something for the kids to drink. Some people that lived closer to the stadium were even letting people park in their yard, some charging $10.00 others charging up to $20.00. Believe it or not, but those people made a lot of extra money during football season. There were times where I even thought about doing it, but I always would begin thinking about all of the things that could go wrong if I ended up doing it.

Luke and I arrived at the stadium about fifteen minutes later, me walking us up to the ticket box. "Wait!" I heard Luke say from behind me, his hand grabbing onto my arm. "You don't even have tickets?"

"Just trust me." I simply told him as I stood in the line, speaking to the gray haired woman when we reached the glass. "Um, hi. I'm Niall Horan. Harry said-"

"Yes, I know." She said, chuckling softly. "Go to the front entrance right around the corner. There should be a man there with a sign that has your name on it. He'll take you where you need to go."

I nodded and stepped away from the ticket booth, grabbing onto Luke's wrist and dragging him towards the entrance. Once we got there, I stopped in my place and looked around to find the man with the sign. Without realizing it, I had kept my grip on Luke's wrist, him giving my arm a light tug as he tried to pull away. "Uh…Niall.." He mumbled, clearing his throat.