I was interrupted by someone carelessly walking by, almost hitting me in the face with a black and white Van's backpack.
"it's impolite to stare", he said when he was already a step behind the table I was sitting at, leaving me with an open mouth.
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Chapter eight --- hi! Here's the new chapter;) I've had sometroubles with wattpad today, because my phone and laptop never sync. I hope it's alright now though.
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Here is a picture of harry looking like a prince, because let's admit it, we all needed it. ---
-L- "Harry are you okay?", I asked him, but I instantly realised that it was dumb to ask, since he was obviously not. "Harry? ", I asked again, hoping for some kind of reaction other than wincing and squinting his eyes shut. Was he seriously hurt? Had I broken his foot?
By now, everyone was standing around us both, and even the people from the second field had noticed that something had happened and were coming over.
"Harry, please have me have a look at your foot", Richard told him and carefully observed Harry's ankle that was full of mud and grass. Then he looked up at me, saying: "Smith? I don't accept that kind of behaviour on my team. Fouling is okay, but not like this. Understood?
"Understood", I mumbled, frankly a bit shocked. I didn't mean to...
"Now please help Harry to the changing rooms, there should be a first-aid kit. And then bring him to his room or the infirmary. Now."
"I-it was by accident. But yes", I said and then looked at Harry. How was I going to get him to the changing rooms all by myself? He was so much taller than me, and also not really the thinnest.
For that thought, I slapped me internally. What was I thinking? I had just hurt him, and I still couldn't stop making him bad for one second?
"Um, do you think you can, like, get up?", I asked. Shit, this was embarrassing. But I deserved it, I knew I did, so I tried to ignore the others while playing nurse.
-H-
"It was by accident", he stuttered, trying to defend himself in front of the coach.
I bet he did this on purpose. After trying to get on my nerves, he now wanted to hurt me? This was considered mobbing. But on the other hand, I hadn't been particularly nice to him, either.... just great. My whole leg was literally burning in pain, I bet he had broken it. It was astounding that a single person could do such a damage to someone's live in such a short time. This was what? My sixteenth day? And I already felt completely exhausted, thanks to William.
I was only unconsciously aware that I was basically laying in the mud, my hair, and clothes most likely covered in it already. The strong pain had wiped out my environment for a short time.
"Do you think you can get up?", William asked. Why didn't the coach tell Liam to help me? Or Niall? Or just anyone that wasn't him? He too must have noticed by now that we weren't exactly the best friends.
