soccer boy || N.H

He plays soccer, she plays soccer. he likes cheerleaders, she likes him.
they're best friends.

see the problem there?

. . .

''I really like you, Hannah. I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met.
I can't stop thinking about you and I want to know if you'll want to be mine?'' Niall asks, holding my hands gently in his own as he looks into my eyes.

''I want you to know that you mean the world to me and that if you give me a chance I'll treat you like the princess that you are'' the way Niall's eyes are looking into mine makes me want to melt but instead I hold it together.

''you should say that, Hannah would swoon'' I smile, hiding my sadness.

''Thanks, Ava!'' Niall jumps up excitingly, fixing up his shirt as he looks at himself in the mirror. ''don't wait up, if this date goes the way I hope it does I won't be home till very late.''

I let out a pathetic laugh as Niall thrust a few times, moaning loudly.
it's hard to act like these things don't affect me.

''good luck'' I say as I stare down at my hands.

Niall races towards the bed and embraces me in a quick hug, planting a kiss on my forehead with his soft pink lips.

''love you Ava.''

''love you too Niall'' although i think i mean it in a whole other way.