Harrys POV
It was 2 in the morning on a Saturday when it happened.
The day my mum forced me to do other things.
I slowly sneaked in through my window . Just coming back from a party. Nothing happend really. Just drinking with my friends Zayn, Niall, and Liam.
As i stepped in my room, the lights suddenly turned on. At the door stood my very angry looking mum.
"Harry, this is the fifth time you've snucked out of the house. What do you have to say for yourself?" My mum sternly.
"I don't care, ground me and see if i give a fuck, go ahead and yell and get this shit over with." I said plopping down onto my bed.
"Did you drink?" My mum Gaped.
I just started giggling like the drunken idiot i was.
My mum seemed to be deep in thought and suddenly she grinned mischeviously.
My eyebrows furrowed and i starte to panic. "Aren't you going to ground me?" i asked with a worried expression.
"No, not this time" my mum said still grinning like a creep.
"Mum what the fuck, you're scaring the hell out of me." i said now starting to ge worried.
"Harry, have you ever taken an interest of your School's football Team?" my mum grinned.
No, hell no. this is worse than grounding.
"You know how much i hate it mum, Im not very athletic. Please ground me, For one week, one month, I dont care how long just please let me not play football." I pleaded on my knees.
"Sorry harry, but there comes a price for everything. Maybe next time you will think about the consequnces before going out." My mum shrugged making her way out of my room.
Fuck, now i need to deal with all those disgusting people at school.
For all i know the coach could be some 50 year old pedo.
What the hell have i gotten myself into.
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The Football Coach (l.s)
FanfictionHarry's mum forces him to join the School's Football team. Harry isn't exactly the best football player. But what happens when the school gets a new football coach, Mr. Tomlinson? Will harry try to do better in football to get his attention?
