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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19. n i n e t e e n

Harry's POV

My eyes glazed when I looked back at Louis who was absolutely stunned at what I had just confessed. "Does this girl have a name?" the interviewer asked hoping for some juicy information. I shook my head rapidly getting the point across that I was not going to allow people to know who Spencer was. I felt proud. Proud that I just confessed to the whole world I have been in love with a girl for three years.

I smiled to myself before we finished the interview. "That was so deep, I can't even see you anymore," Niall yelled and ran off to the nearest food vendor in the building. Typical Niall. I ran straight to my dressing room and whipped my phone from my jacket pocket. I dialed the number I thought I would never call again.

"Hello?" her perfect voice took over in my left ear. I smiled like an idiot and spoke to the girl I fell in love with for the first time in my life.

"Spence," I whispered. She half cried half laughed on the other end which made me tear up.

"Harry," she questioned. I answered what and she continued, "I love you too." I let the tears come out and just cried with her.

"Please.....just forgive me." I begged and hoped she would understand.

"I had already forgiven you, Harry. I just didn't want to make myself believe I did and that was the most fucked up thing I could ever do." I laughed and nodded my head in thanks.

"Come see me," I half screamed. She sighed. "I can't, Harry. I don't want to leave here. You're famous now. You have millions of girls wishing they could be me. You're better off without me." I shook my head.

"Please...." She cried harder. "I'm begging you. I can't be any longer without you."

"I can't Harry. I love you so much, but I just can't do it." I shook my head in disappointment. How could I just tell the whole world I loved her then be turned down by her. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Me too. I love you Spence." The line went dead and so did my heart. Only me. Only this would happen to me. I kept the phone up to my ear for a second, before a knock took away my thoughts.

"Hey, mate. You okay?" Louis questioned.

I took a deep breath, and shook my head. He came over and sat next to me, putting his arm over my shoulder. 

"It's okay." That just made me sob harder and louder.

"Di- did, you-you hear m-me call he-her?"

"Yeah. I did. If you want, I'l call her for you? Talk to her, maybe? She's probably just shaken up."

"O-OK, just ca-call her. Ple-please."

"I will, don't worry." He rubbed circles in my back for a few minutes, before I finally calmed down.

***

Carter POV

I decided to go up to visit my mom. I haven't been  at her grave in forever and I feel guilty. I lit a cigarette and started up my car. I listened to my radio on the way there. The only songs that played where Little Mix, Selena Gomez, Rita Ora, and of course, One Direction.

I threw my cigarette out the widow, upon my arrival. I got out and walked aimlessly to find her grave. Once I found it, I smiled. Happy to finally be in her presence again. I sat cross legged in front of her. Looking down at it. 

"Hey mama." I whispered, wiping some dust off of her tomb with my thumb.

"I miss you." I said more audible. 

"I wish, I could be with you, really I do." 

"You're my best friend, you know that right." I went back to whispering. 

"Well, it was great seeing you mommy. I need to go before I start crying. I love you." 

***

"Hey bitch!" Carter greeted me.

"Hey, whats up?" I hugged her.

"Nothing. Oh so uh- did you see what Harry said about you?"

"The interview? Uh, yeh." I chuckled.

"Kid's got balls. I'll give him that." She smiled and took a seat on the counter.

"I know he does. But he thinks that cause he's famous now, I'll drop my shit and come to see him."

"No, I don't think that. But anyway you haven't had one boyfriend since Harry."

I stood up in frustration, "But I've gone on dates. I just don't really want anyone but-" I stopped myself. "I'm fine being single... And I'm fine without Harry." 

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