Falling for the Foreign | HS

British Football

Chapter 7

The first week of school went by so fast.

Wednesday was pretty normal. We just got some assignments and classes finally began. Amara and I had our first tennis practice since summer that night, and Harry had soccer at the same time.

That works out perfectly for Harry and I. After I get done with practice, I watch Harry finish up at soccer, then we walk back to the car together.

Thursday night came and everyone went to the football game. It was an away game so the girls all carpooled and I offered to pick up the guys.

After I got Louis and Niall (and obviously Harry) we met up with all five girls at the front of the entrance. Once the game started, all of us cheered extra loud for Zayn and Liam.

At our school, repping people is a huge deal. It's custom for football and soccer guys to give their second jersey to someone and have them "represent" them. Zayn asked Hailey to rep him for this game, and Liam did the same with Lily. Amara was asked to rep by Connor (Lily's junior brother.) Of course she said yes, he is hot and totally in love with her.

Phoebe, Ayla, and I all followed the theme, white out, with our three soccer boys.

While we were watching the game, Harry put his arm around my waist and bent down to my ear. "Haze, is that Christian down there? On the sidelines? Staring at you?" he whispered in a very annoyed tone.

I turned to face him, inches apart, "Harry I told you it's ok. I'm fine now." I watched him glare back to Christian, who was indeed staring up at us. I could tell Harry was not having it.

Other than the fact that Harry wouldn't leave my side after seeing Christian, the rest of the night had gone by very smoothly. We lost the game, but everyone saw it coming.

Today's Friday, and school is still pretty chill.

I left Harry at school because it's his first game tonight and he wanted to talk it over with Niall and Louis.

When I get home, I run up to my room and start getting ready for the soccer game. I touch the jersey on my dresser and remember back to last night...

I hear a knock on my door and instantly yell "come in."

The door slowly pushes open, and Harry is standing in the entrance holding something in his hand.

"Hey Haze? Can I ask you something?" He looks kind of nervous. I pat my bed and nod. He sits and fiddles with the fabric in his hands. "I uh, well... Louis was telling me that it's tradition to have someone to rep me at the game tomorrow night and, uh, I want you to do it." He looks at me with pleading eyes and I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach. I was kind of hoping this would happen.

I smile at him, trying to ease his nerves and calm myself. "Of course Harry," I say, placing my hand on his forearm.

He smiles wide and hands me the jersey. As he gets up from my bed, leaving the room, he quickly turns back with sparkling emeralds for eyes. "Thank you Haze," he breathes.

I blush and give a small smile back at him, "Of course Haz."

I smile at the memory and grab the jersey. I throw it on over my head and it falls down to my mid thigh. I pair it with a pair of black, Nike shorts, but it looks as though I'm wearing the jersey as a dress. I smile at my reflection and the smell of Harry on the fabric.

I pull my hair into a loose ponytail and let my little baby curls frame my face. I put a little highlighter on my cheekbones and a light layer of blush. I can't help myself from wanting to look good in Harry's jersey.