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Football ~

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#FunFact: The average person has 3 to 5 best friends and usually hates one person in their social group.

FOOTBALL:

HARRY:

'Well, we're playing shirts VS Skins. I mean, if you're okay with that, go ahead' is Harrys reply to your question, if you could play.

'Shirts VS Skins huh?' You raise an eyebrow.

'Hey, I don't make the rules' Harry shrugs, grinning.

'Harry! Don't be a pig' Louis says throwing the ball at him.

'Rules are rules right?' You reply pulling off your shirt.

'OH MAN!' He groans seeing you wearing a tank top under-neath.

'Take that Styles' You ruffle his hair and walk over to the opposing team.

NIALL:

'THAT WAS NOT A BLOODY FOUL' Your mouth tired from screaming.

'THAT WAS A FUCKING FOUL. IT'S SO OBVIOUS. YOU'RE SUCH A CHEATER' His cheeks red.

You have no idea why you guys are screaming, but one thing had led to another and now you both were trying to prove your point- for the last 5 minutes.

'Will you guys relax? It's just a game.' Says Liam trying to break the fight.

'IT WAS A NOT A FOUL!' You scream louder, so mad at Niall, your 'best friend'.

Well right now you felt like hitting him.

You always get a bit err, competitive while playing.

'Oh for god sakes!' Naill exclaims ,putting his hands on your face and pulling you into a rough kiss.

'What the hell?' You push him back, blushing.

'Just stop talking and play' He turns around and walks away.

LIAM:

'You sure?' Liam asks, looking skeptical.

'Yeah, why girls can't play?' Your tone becoming more dangerous.

'No, uh, I didnt say that it's just girls..'

'Girls what?' You raise an eyebrow.

'Um, you might get hurt' Liam tries to cover up.

'He thinks you're too girly to play' Louis reveals, laughing.

'EXCUSE ME?'

'Louis you ass! I just think..'

'Save it. You're going down Payne' You say putting your game face on.

ZAYN:

You're playing defense, but it's pretty empty as the ball never slips past Louis.

'Y/N!' Louis screams, letting you know he needs you.

You become alert, knowing you might have to defend in sometime.

You look away for a second, at Zayn who's on the opposing team and it's the most beautiful sight ever.

Zayn all sweaty from football is removing his shirt.

It feels like it's going in slow motion, he flicks his hair, pulling his shirt off, giving the sex god look.

You're literally just standing there with your mouth open.

'Y/N LOOK OUT!' Liam screams distracting you.

Next thing you know, the ball smacks you in the face.

'Holy crap!' You scream clutching your nose.

'Are you okay?' Zayn asks running toward you.

'Yeah, I was just..'

'You were just checking me out' He winks helping you up.

'Oh man' You groan, embarassed.

LOUIS:

'Y/N HERE HERE!' Zayn screams to you.

The scores 4-3 with Louis, Niall and Liam's team beating yours.

You run past the boys and are suddenly met with Louis.

'You can't tackle me babe' He grins.

'Oh yeah?' You pass the ball through his legs, his tries to stop you but trips and falls.

'OW! That hurt' He lays on the ground clutching his knee.

'Oh my god, are you okay?' You leave the ball walking towards him.

'Y/N WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? HE'S FAKING IT!' Zayn screams.

By the time you turn around the balls gone.

'Full time!' Niall shouts, victorious.

'But I..' You look at Louis who's now standing and smirking.

'Never let your guard down' He winks walking away.