Soccer Styles (Not famous,14+) ~finished~

The name is Spencer. Spencer Moore. I'm 17 and soccer is my life. Our coach says we all need to work our hardest. We all need some motivation. I got an injury and found my motivation. This friend will help me through my career with some benefits along the way.


11. e l e v e n

"Spenc, can I please meet you parents?" Harry gushed, sounding yet again: defeated. 

"And what would you say to them, Harry?" I smirked, folding my arms across my chest.

He stood up from his chair and walked over to me, "Hello, I'm Harry Styles, the best thing that has ever happened to your daughter."

I pushed him back, "No. More like, 'Hi, I'm Harry. I stole your daughter's virginity in a classroom. One day I'll go on tour and be famous.' " I said in my best guy voice.

"I didn't take it in the classroom, I took it in my room...Almost in the classroom." He came up and pecked my lips,

"Ugh, I guess Harry. But you need my little brother's approval, first. And you'll have to make it through the meal without my older brother, or dad beating you up."

He tapped his index finger to his head as if he was thinking, "I think I can manage."

"My mom's birthday is coming up. We always have her favourite meal, you can meet my family then. After we'll probably go visit her grave."


"Harry, Harry!" My younger brother, Anthony called to him as we we're just about to walk out the door.

"Yeah, buddy?"

He tried to whisper, but he sucks "Spencer really likes you."

He looked back at me and smirked, "Don't tell her. But I really like her, too." 

He smiled, and Harry tickled his stomach. My brother is Autistic, so not much is needed to entertain him. "G oget back to your Ninja Turtles, kay?" 

Harry returned back to me, and wrapped is arm around my waist, "OK, Dad, Harry and I will be back around 6 for dinner. Love you."

"OK, bye hon. Love you, too."

"So do you think they like me?" Smirked a questioning Harry.

"Oh, they love you! Your the amazingly talented Harry Styles!" I said sarcastically. 


I started to tear up as we looked at my mum's tombstone. I asked to be alone for a minute, to Harry, my brother and my dad left.

"Hey mom. It's me, Spencer. I just wanted to say 'hey' and I love you and miss you terribly. Sorry for all the mistakes I made and will make in the future. I just want you to know that Anthony is OK. Dad takes good care of him. And that Me and Mike are OK, too. Mike takes cares of himself, and Harry takes care of me. Mommy, I just want to let you know, that I love him. I really do. I wouldn't have had sex with him if I didn't." I couldn't go on any further, the pain it was getting to me. The tought of being in a locked box in the ground, whilst the entire world goes on without you. You just laying there in a locked box, looking up at everyone who comes to see you. I began to cry. I cried hard. I fell to the ground and was soon brought back to the real world by large hands on my shoulder: Harry. 

I wiped the tears with the back of my hands, "Sorry."

"No, no, no. No need to be sorry you hear me." 

He smiled, and kissed my roots and I rested my head on his chest. We stayed like that for a minute, I listened to his heart beat. *Beat. Beat. Beat. Beat* I smiled, as pulled away. Kissing him.

We got back into the car and we drove off. Harry's and my hands intertwined. The car ride was silent. Completely quiet. No music. No talking. It sounded like we all held our breath. Waiting, for what move God had next for us. Thank God it was Friday. No school tomorrow. My dad had dropped Harry and I off at his house, and I was specifically told to return my 10:30PM. 

Harry and I watched movies all night. Just talked. Enjoyed each other's company. Of course I ended up falling asleep there. I was awoken by my phone. "Fuck!" I yelled, startling Harry. 

"What?" He half shouted because he was asleep and I woke him up.

"I have training at 9!" I yelled, getting out of bed.

"Just blow it off."

"No Harry. I cant just," I used quotation marks, "blow it off. This is important. I'll call you later, Love you."

I quickly rushed into my car and hurried on my way home. Hopefully my dad isn't awake. He would kill me if he knew I slept at Harry's. Don't even get me started on what he would do if he found out we had sex. I slowly put my key in the lock and turned it, gaining me access to my house. I quietly tiptoed up to me bed and got ready. Hoping in the shower for a quick cleaning, I got dressed. Pink sports bra, and black spandex shorts. I put on some black ankle socks and my pink and black cheetah running shoes by NIKE. I got in my car and hurried off to the gym. I saw my dad standing at the front desk, talking to my trainer, Lou. Fuck, I'm caught. No just say you went running early this morning.

"Hey." I casually greeted them both. 

"Spencer, I'll deal with you later. Go training." My dad spat at me.

Lou and I walked into the workout room. 

"What did you do. Your dad's pretty pissed." 

"I slept our last night that's all. And my dad doesn't exactly like the friend. That's all." 

"And does this 'friend' have a name?" 

"Harry." I whispered, looking down.

"Oh, Spenc! Harry, as in a boy?"

"Yeah. Seriously there's nothing wrong. We didn't have sex last night!"

He threw his hands up in protest, "I didn't say you did. It's just that every Harry I know is pretty, uh- sexual."

"So, not all Harry's are like that. I bet. My Harry is pretty perfect. He calls me 'his girl'." I blushed.

"Hey, your teenage girl is showing, a bit.?" 

"Sorry, it's just I really like Harry."

"Well, I'll be damned. Harry from Total Soccer Camp, right?"

"Yup. He's actually quite nice. And I really like him, so don't go around saying anything."

"I won't it's just Spenc, he's not a good kid. He's gotten in lots of fights."


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