Friends? (Ziall)

C

-9 years old-

*Niall's POV*

"You can do it Nialler." I heard my best friend say on the side line.

Zayn if you're wondering. He usually plays side by side with me but he recently broke his leg so he couldn't play.

I dribbled the ball between my legs making my way down the field. I passed it to this guy named Eric and he kicked it into the goal. I boast a lot about winning in football so my mum and Zayn said I should give other people chances to score. But I still feel good about it.

The time was winding down and I hadn't kicked a goal this whole game so I was dribbling the ball between my feet dodging the opposing team and kicking the ball straight into the net.

I kicked the winning goal. It's an amazing feeling in the pit of my stomach. Everyone came crowded around me giving me high fives and hugs.

But soon I broke through the crowd and ran over to me best friend. "I did it Zayn I kicked the last winning goal." I said hugging him.

"I know I was there. No I'm just playing but I'm proud of you." He said hugging me back.

"You know what this calls for." Zayn's mom said.

"Ice cream." Me and Zayn said at the same time.

"Well come on boys." My mom said

Zayn grabbed his crutches but I just picked him up bridal style carrying him all the way to the car. "You take forever walking on those things." I said and he smiled.

When my mum opened the door I set Zayn in then climbed in. We arrived at the ice cream place and Zayn and I got our own table and our mums brought us our ice cream sitting at a different table.

"You know Zaynie the reason I was able to kick that was because you were my cheerleader." I said.

"Thanks. If you were me and I was out there on that field I know you would be the loudest person cheering me on." He said I smiled poking his nose with whip cream.

He wiped it off. "Not cool dude." He said and I laughed at him.

"So you get that girls attention you were talking about yet?" I asked him.

"Yeah she signed my cast when I was at the game. Look it." I said pointing down at his leg.

'Sucks you broke your leg. Hope you feel better soon -Jessie'

"And a couple other girls signed it. I think it's a chick magnet." Zayn said.

"Yeah sure." I said rolling my eyes.

I'm his friend and of course I'm supportive but the girls just like him because he's cute. They actually don't know him. Plus while he's gawking over girls I'm staring at boys. But we can barely talk about boys because it makes him uncomfortable.

"You see any boys you've liked?" He asked awkwardly.

I knew he was trying.

"Um this boy named Calum." I said.

"What's special about him?" He asked.

"He's cute and smart." I said eating my ice cream.

"But do you know him?" He asked.

"Well he doesn't go to our school but he's on the soccer team. I don't know he takes most of the steals for our team." I said hunching.

"I don't know about him Niall." He said.

"Why? Sometimes he smiles at me. And hugs me after the games we win. I think he's a good guy." I said.

"You hugged him?" He asked.

"Yeah he was soft and nice. He smells like cookies." I complimented.

"He even kissed my cheek once. I felt all types of butterflies in my stomach." I said daydreaming.

"Don't let him kiss you. Or hug you. I think he's bad and if I'm your best friend you should listen to me." He said and I frowned sighing to myself.

I don't see the big deal he hangs out with all these girls which I don't think is the best. But I have to stop talking to a boy that I don't even talk to.

Whoa. Zayn:1 Niall:0

"So what about the girls you like that I don't approve." I said.

"They're girls Niall they can't do anything." Zayn said rolling his eyes.

"That's so sexist." I said.

"No it's not." He said.

"Yeah it is." He said.

"How then?" He asked.

"Because it's called being whipped. Greg told me about it. It's when you love or like or even trying to impress a girl so much that you'll do anything she wants. And she has you wrapped around her finger." I said.

"Well that's not going to happen to me." He said eating his ice cream.

Sometimes I want to slap the shit out of him.