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.

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15. f i f t e e n

The rain stopped, or just became lighter, I couldn't tell It was late, and dark out. About 2:30am, I think. I was OK with rain. Just not lightning or thunder. And of course, what happens? Lightning and thunder. I grabbed my phone of of it's charger and used the flashlight to make my way upstairs. I opened the vintage looking white door to Harry's bedroom. He was sleeping. I smiled to myself and loudly whispered "Harry.... Harry.... ugh, Harry.." He wouldn't budge. A huge gash of thunder came and I screamed, and afterward laughing at my actions. Harry's eyes fluttered open a bit. "Harry?" I whispered.

"What? Spenc, just come to bed please?" He was half asleep and sounded more cute than ever.

I smiled and hopped into the spot next to Harry. It was raining heavily. The kind that sounds peaceful and is easy to fall asleep to. Harry put his around my tiny body. I smiled as we faced each other. He had that quickly fell back asleep. And so did I. The rest of night, was a restless sleep. Constantly waking up from the thunder. Constantly getting texts from Carter. Constantly getting notifications from Facebook. 

***

Waking up, there wasn't a surprise that my game was cancelled. Harry lay in bed all day. I stayed home all day. About noon, Harry finally got up. I was sitting on that same old couch when he came. I was serious about us not speaking. I was just scared last night, that's all. 

"Mornin'." He mumbled taking a bit of his banana.

Silence.

"Are you gonna talk to me, Spencer? Or am I just wasting my breath?"

I huffed. He nodded, closing his lips and began chewing.

The rest of the day was kinda silent and awkward. Carter came over. But even she couldn't take the awkwardness. Neither could I. I just wanted to go home. To be completely honest, I wanted Luke. I missed him. He was there for me, when I needed him. Sure he kissed that other girl, but some part of me just wanted him. Wanted his kisses and hugs. Carter and I sat 'Indian style' on the floor, talking. Gossiping. Harry sat on his couch. I know right, you could have cut the awkward with a knife! 

"I'm going to a run, I'll be back later." Harry broke the silence. 

"Khay." I replied, simply. 

After he left, I began packing my things. I didn't live-live but stayed there a lot. I got a bag and began stuffing my clothes in it, while Carter got a box and put some other things in there: makeup, hair things, razors, pads, etc.

After about and hour, we where done. We loaded the things into my car and I got in mine, as Carter got in hers. We drove to my house. I put the key in the hole and gained entrance to my house. Carter helped me back the rest of the things in my house. And just like that we we're gone. I left a not on the fridge so I was sure my dad would see it:

Hey, Carter and I decided to move! Don't worry about me. I changed my number and none of you know it, so don't bother calling. I'll check in every once and a while. And, by the way, Harry and I are done. I'm with Carter and only her. Love love you guys, Spencer.xx

 

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