To Holly With Love...

And Irish Soccer player named Holly is all about the game and nothing can change that until a soccer tournament that takes her to England also takes her one step closer to finding true love but will Holly take her head of the game for long enough to see whats right in front of her.

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12. Chapter 12

Holly's P.O.V.:
We leaned against his car outside of the stadium. His body pressed against mine, pressed back against the car, as he kissed me.

Our hands laced, my heart pounded, and his watch slid into view. He disregarded my distraction moving to my neck. My breathing ragged.

Niall: mmhmm....
Holly: It's just...I have practice...

He smiled against my jawline, as his teeth grazed my neck a shiver shot down my spine. He spoke against my skin;

Niall: We still have twenty minutes...
Holly: But I usually get here early for more....practice time...
Niall: Can't you be late once?

He moved back to my mouth before I could speak. I felt like I was on fire.

Holly: Maybe...just this...once...
Niall: I figured as much...

I pulled my hands free from his, cupping his face. He placed his hands on either side of my head, leaning closer.

But the sun of course glinted off his watch, making it like a neon sign in my peripheral.

I dropped my hands down to his chest, sighing. He took the hint, and rested his head on my shoulder.

Holly: I'm sorry...
Niall: I know,

He kissed my cheek, and stepped back. I let my hands fall from his chest to my sides. He smiled sheepishly at me, as I slipped my bag into place across my body.

Niall: Have a nice practice, I'll see you after the game.

He started to step around me, but I caught his arm, pulling him back. He looked confused, until I grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling his face down to mine again. When I pulled back, resting my forehead against his, he sighed.

Niall: Your making it really hard for me to leave.
Holly: hmm, I'll see you after the game.

He brushed my hair aside, leaving his hand on my cheek, and staring into my eyes.

Niall: I'll miss you...

I didn't understand, but I kept my smile.

Holly: I'll miss you too.

I pulled away, starting to walk to the stadium. I looked back and he was already in the car, backing out.

Niall's P.O.V.:
*later at the game*
Zayn: You haven't told her?

We made our way to our seats, it was just the five of us, Eleanor was working.

Niall: She was so happy, how could I?
Harry: Well, you better do it before she leaves, because if you wanna salvage this at all she's gonna need to know.
Niall: I get that, but it's like she said, she's leaving, and now I am too.
Liam: But that doesn't mean you couldn't do long distance?
Niall: We live in two different countries, and we'll be living two completely different lives.

Just then, Holly got the ball, taking it up the field. She had such stealth, working the ball around everyone.

The crowd was screaming, everyone on the edge of there seat. As Holly came up on the goalie, Louis jumped up.

Louis: GO HOLLY!!! GO!!!
Zayn: Ok, no more Starbucks for you.

The crowd erupted, she made the goal. They won. As she ran off the field, she hugged her torso, slowing to a walk as she approached her coach and the trainer.

Liam: Uh-oh. She doesn't look happy.

They talked intensely, Holly's face twisted in anger. She shoved past them, blowing through a group of people.

Niall: That's not good.
Harry: Maybe now isn't the time to tell her.
Niall: No shit.

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